Chapter Thirty-One: Money is like running water(2/2)
How could I have given birth to such a stupid girl like you?
It seems that only us old guys can take action, and Saturday night is a good opportunity for the old man’s birthday.
Poor old man of the Fang family, his wonderful birthday party turned into a blind date party for his granddaughter.
After returning home, Wei Cheng was not idle. He just took the time to deal with the garbage that he had not had time to deal with in the Three Kingdoms.
Things like seasoning trademark stickers, finished juice bottles, and some soap boxes are all packed in garbage bags. This part is recyclable garbage and can be placed at the door of your home. Elderly people in the village will naturally come.
Take it and sell it.
While sorting these things out, Wei Cheng suddenly turned his attention to the box sent by the Wei family.
He didn't do much research on wood, unless it was wood and fruits that could be used as medicine, so for a while he couldn't tell what kind of wood this box was made of. But it looked different and seemed a bit different.
value.
After thinking about it, Wei Cheng took out his mobile phone, took a video and sent it to Moments.
He has been doing well in the industry in the past few years. Some of his customers are wood furniture manufacturers, so he must know someone.
Wei Cheng wrote in the circle of friends: "I just got the medicine box. I don't know what material it is made of. Does anyone know how to make it?"
I didn’t care after sending it and continued to deal with the garbage.
By the way, I also cleaned the house. I haven't lived in it for a few days and dust has accumulated again. I really need to buy a sweeping robot later. Otherwise, I have to clean it every time I come back. The key is that he doesn't live there himself.
He was busy until ten o'clock. After taking a shower, Wei Cheng changed into Hanfu, took a bundle wrapped in cloth, and walked through the balcony glass, returning to that turbulent era again.
Shortly after he left, the charging cell phone on the living room table lit up.
[Mr. Su of Ziyang Wood Industry: Hey, Mr. Wei, you can do it. Do you have high-definition pictures of the retro storage box made of pure nanmu? If it is made of golden nanmu, it would be worth a lot of money... Hey, Mr. Wei, are you there...
Chapter completed!