"Can I exchange it for money" Fang Xing sat in the cramped rental house, eagerly awaiting a response from the other end of the phone.,After a few footsteps, a middle-aged man rushed in. When he saw Fang Xing sitting by the bed, tears streamed down his face.,This is a refrigerated storage room, with white mist hanging in the air. Large chunks of beef are neatly stacked inside.。