The Qin family's wood mill occupied a vast area.
It was clear that it was the result of several generations of their Qin family's hard work.
The vast amount of wood stacked inside indicated a substantial investment.
In recent years, the lumber business had been tough, or else Qin Chu wouldn't have abased himself to go to Yinhai County to chase down the factory owner for payment.
"Zhang bro, you're here."
Qin Chu had been waiting for quite some time, and as soon as he saw Zhang Xiaowei's pickup truck approaching the gate, he hurried out to greet him.
Accompanying him were a middle-aged man and an elderly man.
They wore expressions of guilt, helplessly expressing their apologies to Zhang Xiaowei.
"Boss Zhang, I'm really sorry."
"You wanted to buy our timber, voluntarily offering to help our family out of a crisis, but we instead…"
Zhang Xiaowei could tell at a glance that this family was made up of good people.
