Chapter 43: How Exactly Is It Inconvenient

Bishui Port, Tide Street.

Anton pushed open the oak doors of the Tulip Commerce Association headquarters and strode into the spacious main hall.

The staff within, already quite familiar with this distinguished guest, immediately greeted him respectfully and guided him to a reception room on the second floor.

Anton had just taken a sip of his tea when the door was pushed gently open, and Harold walked in, smiling broadly.

"It's been a while, sir."

Anton's eyes flickered. He set down his teacup and asked with a smile, "Judging by your expression, Manager, I take it you have good news for me."

"You've guessed correctly, sir."

Harold didn't keep him in suspense, motioning for the apprentice behind him to carry in a wooden crate about half a meter high and place it gently on the floor.

"This is what you asked for."

Anton's eyes lit up. He immediately stood and lifted the crate's lid.