"Okay," Cecilia Adler agreed readily. After signing and stamping the documents, she withdrew the cash and handed it over. "You can give me the written agreement now."
The factory manager's face broke into a smile as he took the money. "Here you go. Are you planning to sell this stuff at a street stall?"
"Who else would I sell it to?" Cecilia said.
The factory manager remarked, "It seems the black market is doing even better business than we are through official channels."
"The risks are higher, too. But you don't need to worry. This isn't my first time doing this kind of business. If I get caught, I absolutely will not say I got the goods from you."
The factory manager gave a wry smile. If he had been afraid, he wouldn't have agreed to her request in the first place.
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