Zhao Gang's mood was indescribable when Gong Ruini said there were no results today.
"These woods are nice." Zhao Gang knew Zhang Ming came from a family of carpenters, and although he didn't have the skills, he could identify good wood.
Zhao Gang liked to stroll around here from time to time because if there really was good wood, Zhang Ming would keep it.
Today's gains were plenty again, and Zhao Gang was overjoyed. Once Gong Tao's skills improved, he could have him make furniture.
With so much good wood paired with a skilled carpenter, this would be furniture that could be passed down through generations.
Zhang Ming certainly knew these were good woods, and he carefully ran his hand over them, "These are all good woods, but unfortunately, I can't afford to buy them."
No money, the little salary he had was enough just to make ends meet for his family; where would he find the money to buy wood?
"Keep the good wood, it won't lose value." Zhang Ming reminded.
