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Su Jian said her appeal, and Cai Guangjin realized that the God of Wealth had entered the door.

"Why do you need so much wood?"

"This is my business card." Yu Zhen presented his business card with both hands.

"Apple Meijia, oh, you are from a decoration company."

Some of the peers did cooperate with decoration companies to provide wood, but no one approached him because his quotation was high.

The price of solid wood itself is not low and it is all imported from abroad. Some profit-driven decoration companies, combined with timber merchants, shoddy and fooled customers. He couldn't do this kind of thing, and he didn't want to do it.

"The wood I need this time has been written down on paper. Boss Cai will give you the lowest price. As long as you can guarantee the quality of the wood, we can cooperate for a long time."

Cai Guangjin took the list and looked at it. Good guy, a decoration company that I have never heard of needs so much wood?

"I need to pay a deposit in advance, and I will give you a [-]% discount on the overall price."

"Twelve percent off."

Cai Guangjin frowned, "Little girl, the price I quoted to you is already very low."

"[-]% off, all furniture accessories will be taken from you. In addition, if you have ready-made furniture to sell, tell Mr. Yu in advance, and I will ask the designer to arrange it at the customer's home."

Cai Guangjin's eyes lit up. There was a large warehouse behind him, which contained all kinds of tables, chairs, chests of drawers and other small pieces of furniture that he had made over the years. Because they were all made of solid wood or even better wood, the price was low. High, almost no one cares about it.

Su Jian had seen the secrets in his warehouse a long time ago, so she said so.

The agreement was reached, and Boss Cai asked for her home address when leaving, and said that he would send someone to deliver a table in the afternoon, which was regarded as the sincerity of cooperation.

It's free, don't don't want it for nothing.

It took more than two hours to walk down in a circle, and it was noon.

"Brother, let's go eat, I'm so hungry."

There was a specialty restaurant nearby, and there were quite a lot of people eating at noon. The two chose a table in the corner and sat down. They ordered two dishes and a plate of dumplings.

Su Jian told Yu Zhen about the various problems that would be encountered during the renovation, and the two were chatting vigorously, when suddenly a loud noise came from the private room.

The diners craned their necks curiously to watch the excitement.

"Grass mud horse, seduce my wife? Are you fucking courting death?"

Suddenly, the crowd let out an exclamation, and a black shadow flew from the corridor to the hall floor, rolled around a few times, and then stopped moving.

"Oh my god, won't this person be killed?"

Aftershock wanted to go over to have a look, but was stopped by Su Jian.

"It's my third uncle!"

It was Su Mingsong who was beaten.

A burly man came from behind and grabbed Su Mingsong who was on the ground. Just as he swung his fist, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his wrist.

"Who are you? Why are you holding on to me?"

Su Jian smiled, "Uncle, what did he do to make you angry?"

"You know him?"

"know."

The man pushed her away angrily, "You are not good people. He seduced my wife and gave me a cuckold. Today I must ask for an explanation."

"Why do you have to be mad at yourself because of him?"

"What do you mean? Little girl, I advise you to mind your own business."

"What I said is true. If you beat him to death, you will face legal punishment if you vent your anger."

"You go in, and your wife will wait for you to come out? Maybe you will meet other men. Are you worth losing your future for them?"

"Then, then I will beat him to vent my anger."

"Go ahead and hit until you get angry."

Su Jian moved out of the way, and the man hesitated.

He had already beaten Su Mingsong violently in the room, and if he beat Su Mingsong again, it would be fatal.