Chapter 133
Mr. Charlie was all at sea. He’d set a new password when he left the warehouse. If there was someone
in there, how the hell did they get out?
There’s no way they could’ve cracked thatplex password system.
But if the warehouse was empty, what’s the deal with the recording inside? Was the warehouse really
under surveince?
Did the warehouse manager betray them?
“Dean, go fetch the warehouse manager.” Arabe’s words made the three people in the room
uneasy.
The other employees outside the office were gobsmacked. The warehouse manager had issues too?
Good Lord, what a hot mess the management was!
No wonder thepany didn’t make any progress after a year!
So many problems were gnawing at thepany.
The warehouse manager seemed to be in her early twenties, wearing sses and looking all quiet–not
the type who would stab thepany in the back.
When Dean called her, she knew she couldn’t hide it anymore. With a sobbing voice, she murmured,
“Ms. Bet
Although she was older than Arabe, Arabe’s aura frightened her, and she didn’t dare meet
Arabe’s gaze.
Arabe tapped her slender fingers on the table, scanning the four people in the room. “Oh right, we’re
missing one more. Bring the head of the procurement department.” The other employees outside the
door were stunned. Even the head of procurement was involved.
Were there any good guys left in the management?
Once everyone was there, Arabe casually started, “Now that everyone is here, spill the beans.”
“Ms. Bet.” Mr. Charlie was scared out of his wits.
The head of procurement quickly eximed, “Ms. Bet, I have nothing to do with this.”
“Ms. Bet, I don’t know anything.” The warehouse manager also tried to defend herself.
The other leaders kept their heads down, knowing there was no point in arguing.
“If no one wants to fess up,” Arabe didn’t seem to be in a hurry, casually ncing at the people in
front of her and saying, “Then I’ll have to guess.” Everyone kept their lips sealed.
“I’ve checked thepany’s purchase orders. The procurement price for each type of fabric is almost
the same as the market price. But if you’re in a long-term partnership with the supplier, the price can be
lowered.”
“For instance, a hundred meters of regr pure cotton fabric usually costs around 130 bucks. If you
partner long–term, you can get it for 80 bucks.”
“But the head of procurement has been buying in bulk at a price of 150. At this price, a roll of a hundred
meters of fabric can make at least seventy to eighty new items, but when it arrives at the warehouse,
there are only twenty to thirty left.”
“Ms. Bet, you don’t understand.”
Before Arabe could finish, the head of procurement hastily exined, “The young designers in the
design department include too many elements in the new designs; they’replex and consume a lot
of fabric. It’s mainly consumed during production; it’s not my personal problem.”
“If workers on the production line really made seventy to eighty new items, but only twenty to thirty
arrived at the warehouse, how could they possibly agree? Their wages are calcted per piece.”
There’s a huge difference!
“What if these extra fifty pieces were sold elsewhere by you guys and the money earned was shared
among you?” Arabe casually/suggested, “What if you agreed with the cloth supplier on a price of 80
bucks per hundred meters of fabric but wrote 150 on the books?”
Arabe tapped on theputer a few times and then turned the screen towards her.
“You’re in partnership with three cloth suppliers. Each month, at different times, these three suppliers
make transfers to your personal ount. If this isn’t kickbacks, can you exin to me what it is?”
The head of procurement was stunned. She hadn’t expected Arabe to find out all this. How was this
possible?
“There are issues with the purchase amount, quantity, and quality.” Arabe’s gaze shifted to the quiet
girl in front. “There are issues with the intake and output. Now it’s your turn to exin.”
The warehouse manager was terrified and stammered, “Ms. Bet, I didn’t.”
“I’ve checked thepany’s surveince and the surveince of nearby courier points.”
Arabe’s slender fingers tapped on the keyboard, and countless surveince images appeared on the
“The surveince shows that you’ve sent goods from the warehouse to the nearby courier point more
than three hundred times. You have several phone numbers, all registered under your name. You’ve
sent more than three hundred parcels.”
“Ms. Bet.” Facing the irrefutable surveince evidence, the warehouse manager turned pale, and
cold sweat trickled down her face.
“You sent a parcel to the courier point after work yesterday, but they hadn’t had time to send it out.
There is information about the recipient. Dean called the recipient, and she said she had ced an
order from an online shop called ‘Collins Fashion Online Store“.”
“I found the shop. It’s been in operation for 11 months. In other words, the second month after the
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didn’t get thepany’s agreement or authorization.”
“Depending on the style the customer needs, if it’s a small quantity of clothes, you send them after
work; if it’s arge quantity, you ship directly from the warehouse, calling the courier to pick it up at the
warehouse. The courier hase to pick up more than two hundred times.”
“But each product is tens of dors cheaper than the market price.”
The warehouse manager was so scared that her legs turned to jelly and she was trembling all over.
Arabe turned her gaze to the other three, stating firmly, “Not only did you sell thepany’s high–
quality products, but you also privately used inferior fabric to produce poor–quality clothes, then stuck
thepany’sbel on them and sold them elsewhere, damaging thepany’s reputation. Am I
right?”
None of them had expected her to dig this deep; It was way beyond their wildest guesses!
It was as if she had hard evidence!
They were all scared shitless, pale as ghosts, beads of cold sweat trickling down their foreheads, at a
loss for words as to how to exin all this.
“You guys have anything to say before I call the cops?” Arabe’s gaze swept over each of them,
waiting for someone to speak up.
Eden, the team leader of Line 4, was the first one to crack under the pressure, blurting out, “Mr. Oscar
made us do it. Either get on board with him or get out of thepany. We really had no choice, man!”
“Yeah!” chimed in the leader of Line 5, “We’re in debt up to our eyeballs, and in a moment of stupidity.”
“Enough,” Mr. Charlie said, stopping them from continuing.