Although Nanshan County Town's lumber mill also had a furniture workshop, he hadn't made a decision yet because he was preparing to buy from a furniture factory in the provincial city, so he didn't pay much heed to Factory Manager Duan.
Last night, Old Duan had even called, saying he wanted to invite him to the state-owned restaurant for a meal.
He had been gently declined.
Fortunately, he hadn't flat-out refused.
Song Yunuan was still worried as she asked, "Do you know the people at the lumber mill? What if they don't agree?"
"No worries, I know Factory Manager Duan. It's just asking for a day off, he will definitely agree, just relax."
Only then did Song Yunuan seem to show a relieved smile, "Then I won't worry. Otherwise, going to the provincial city by myself, I really would have been scared."
Zheng Dong felt awkward and guilty, busily running to push his bicycle, after which Song Yunuan also got on the carriage.
