The fatty had been living here for so long. He didn't realize that this unattractive wardrobe was worth so much money!
"OK." The moving worker nodded, "But it's not on the doorman's register list. You have to tell the property management of the community. Otherwise, we won't be able to move it out."
The fatty licked his lips, "Then don't move it yet. Let's move the others first. Put your it down."
"Don't move?" The worker was stunned, "Sir, we won't come back next time when you need to move it."
The fatty waved his hand, "I won't need you. Now get out. Put things down. Go out!"
The fatty drove the movers out of the house. He sat in front of the mahogany wardrobe, thinking about how to move it out.
Tristan called the moving company and left. It was during a holiday. There were many people in Tekla City.