In front of the greenhouses in Qinghe Village, there were many small vendors like him. Their attitudes were the same as Zhang Quan's. These people were fearless. They were the best choice for the residents of Qinghe Village.
Wen An was currently sitting in his office. He kept calling the distributors who used to have a good relationship with Qinghe Village.
However, the effect wasn't that great. The price they offered was only slightly higher than Zhang Quan and the others.
It also faintly revealed that they had no choice.
"Chief, I think these people are deliberately making things difficult for us." Wen An's assistant couldn't stand it anymore. Wen An had been on the phone for more than two hours, but no one had stepped forward to help Qinghe Village.
Wen An put down his phone, took off his glasses, and massaged his eyes.
"They have their own difficulties," Wen An said softly.
