Seeing this, although Master Zhao felt puzzled, he did not ask any more questions. After all, this was the customer's privacy.

Master Zhao's brother came very quickly, and the two of them carried in a large cardboard box together.

Master Zhao helped lift the box and dropped it to the ground. "Why are you so slow?"

"Oh, Lao Zhao, you didn't wait for us. We almost didn't find a place." After saying that, the man looked at Song Tingwan again, "Boss Song, right? We'll install it for you now. Where do you want it installed? The warehouse? It doesn't look like there are any warehouse compartments on this floor."

Song Tingwan shook his head, unwilling to explain further, "Just put it here, find an empty place."

The process of installing the conveyor belt is rather complicated. After several installation masters assembled it, they debugged it several times before it was successful.

Just then, Song Tingwan called.

Song Tingwan walked over and picked up the phone, "Hello——"

"Hello, are you Ms. Song Tingwan?"

"Yeah."

"Look, regarding the knife-wielding incident the night before last, we filed a case yesterday and have apprehended three suspects. Would it be convenient for you to come over for a final confirmation?"

Hearing this, Song Tingwan was a little dazed. He was caught so quickly?

The police are so efficient, they are worthy of being the people’s solid backing!

Song Tingwan thought for a moment and said, "I have something to do right now, so I'll go over later. By the way, I don't know them, and we've never had any contact. Please investigate carefully; these three people must have been instructed by someone."

The person on the other end paused for a moment, as if talking to someone next to him. Song Tingwan couldn't hear clearly.

Soon, the other side spoke again: "Ms. Song, this is a serious accusation. Do you have any evidence or sufficient reasons?"

Song Tingwan put the phone to her ear, a slight smile on her lips, and said firmly, "Of course."

After hanging up the phone, Song Tingwan leaned against the back door, looking at the layers of clouds with a dark look in his eyes.

Sun Xinyuan, harming others will eventually harm yourself.

This time, it's your turn.