Upon hearing Feng Jun’s report, Zhao Tiezhu picked up the file.
The problematic figures had been highlighted, making the discrepancy glaringly obvious. Anyone with a modicum of sense could see that every shipment arriving at the warehouse was short by one or two hundred pounds between the transport and the final tally. It wasn't a massive amount, but over time, it added up. If left unchecked, the losses could reach several dozen tons or more by the time spring arrived. That was a terrifying scale—no wonder they were bold enough to push the stolen goods into rural areas to be sold as seeds.
"How much money did they make from this? Is it enough to carry a prison sentence?" Zhao Tiezhu set the papers down and asked in a cold voice.
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