Zhao Yi nodded. She didn't quite understand these things, but she knew Chen Feng wouldn't deceive her. Originally, she had intended to buy them, but Chen Feng wouldn't accept her money; instead, he gave them to her as a gift. After all, they were now friends, and they had even gone to Vietnam together and experienced quite a lot. How could Chen Feng possibly accept her money?
"By the way, Miss Zhao, do you know anyone in Yanjing who does wood carving, and preferably someone who is also skilled in micro-carving?"
Chen Feng suddenly remembered. He had acquired the Agarwood but still hadn't found a woodcarver. His own elementary skills weren't something he was willing to showcase.
