"Who are you? What are you doing at the entrance of our warehouse?"
Stopped by the voice, the shopkeeper's back straightened for a moment, he laughed guiltily, and said embarrassedly.
"My name is Harding, I'm the owner of a nearby tailor shop, just curious and wanted to take a look... May I know your name, boss?"
As he spoke, Harding casually handed over a cigar.
Looking at the cigar being offered, the initially aggressive man immediately broke into a smile, silently accepted it, and then continued speaking.
"Beaumont, I'm not the owner here, our boss is someone else. As for Colin, we indeed come from the territory of the Colin family, but we're not working for that Lord, he looks down on small businesses like ours."
"Business?" Harding's eyes lit up, he quickly asked, "Have you already found buyers for these mattresses?"
The dark-skinned man lit the cigar and said casually.
"The nobles of the Ryan Kingdom ordered a batch, the rest we will deal with locally."
