"I'll pay nine hundred and fifty per cubic meter!"
Qian Jiahao was so angry he felt like his lungs were going to explode as he waved his arms and yelled.
"Fine, I'll sell it to you for nine hundred and fifty per cubic meter."
Zhang Xiaowei spread his hands and let out a direct laugh, once again letting Qian Jiahao have the wood.
The anger-blinded Qian Jiahao froze again.
Seeing this, the bald man touched his forehead and exclaimed, "Young Master Qian, he's played you again!"
Qian Jiahao, with a bellyful of fire and his body trembling slightly from rage, ground his teeth and roared, "To hell with it, I'm only paying eight hundred today. Move it, let's go in and haul the timber!"
The bald man, seeing this, waved his hand back and ordered, "Young Master Qian said to go in and haul the timber!"
"Big brother, his pickup truck is blocking the way, and our trucks can't get in either!"
