Lynch sat in the office, gazing out at the unchanging scenery. Outside the Warehouse District, aside from the industrial forklifts going back and forth, there were only some "Blue Straps."
The so-called "Blue Straps" referred to people doing odd jobs in the Warehouse District. They did not have stable jobs or income, yet they needed to support themselves and possibly their families.
These people were at least thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old. They no longer had the foundation to learn some survival skills, lacking time, energy, and mental capacity.
They could only use their physical strength to earn a meager income here. Not everyone who rented a warehouse could afford or rent a forklift, and not every type of goods was suitable to be moved by a forklift, providing these people with survival space.
The office door suddenly knocked. Lynch called out, "Come in." Vera stood awkwardly at the doorway for a few seconds before stepping into the room.
