"Wow! There are so many warehouses, they're huge!" A middle-aged woman pointed at the rows of warehouses in amazement, then was stunned by the loading yard and container yard.,As a man dismissed by the emperor, Fang Hongjian was only thirty-five years old when he died of despair. For his funeral, his only son, Fang Xing, truly filial, even sold their main house to make it a respectable affair.,Fang Xing was a little afraid. He walked his hands and feet to the door of a warehouse, and with one push, the door opened.。