Looking at the money in his hand, Zhang Junping was in a daze.

A lot of money, all in dimes, he didn't even know how much it was.

Anyway, several women thrust money into his hand and then snatched the folding chair away.

He really couldn't figure it out, what about a few folding chairs?

I don’t know, I thought it was pork without meat stamps, or soybean oil and peanut oil without oil stamps.

It's just crazy.

However, the crazy crowd did not disperse just because the folding chairs were sold out, but still surrounded Zhang Junping.

"Any more? I want two!"

"I want five!"

There were many people holding up money and shouting as they tried to stuff it into Zhang Junping's hand.

Zhang Junping didn't dare to answer, so he could only shout and retreat, "Brothers, sisters, aunts and gentlemen, there are no more folding chairs!"

"Little comrade, why do you only have these few folding chairs?"

“Little comrade, do you still have your folding chair tomorrow?

I want four!"

"I want six!"

A few people who didn't grab it gathered around Zhang Junping and asked if they would still be available tomorrow.

"Sister, I made these yesterday, tomorrow..."

"Master Zhang!" Wang Bin became anxious when he heard that Zhang Junping promised to sell folding chairs tomorrow. He grabbed Zhang Junping and tried to pull him aside.

"Hey! Hey! How could a comrade like you do this?"

"That's right, do you still have any qualities?"

"Looking at how polite you are, how could you be like this?"

Wang Bin's actions angered a group of people who had not bought folding chairs and were surrounding Zhang Junping.

began to besiege Wang Bin.

"Dear brothers, sisters, aunts and uncles, this is my friend!

Let's talk about something else!

As for the folding chairs, I will still be here tomorrow morning!" Zhang Junping hurriedly stepped forward to help Wang Bin out.

After finally appeasing everyone, Zhang Junping followed Wang Bin to the side.

Wang Bin smiled bitterly in his heart, I would rather you not come to my rescue.

Let them continue to besiege me!

In Wang Bin's mind, the folding chairs are not important, but repairing ancient furniture from the Ming and Qing Dynasties is the most important thing.

If you agree to make folding chairs for everyone, will you still have time to repair furniture?

Wang Bin understands the shortage of furniture better than Zhang Junping.

Whether Zhang Junping can be invited to repair furniture is a major matter related to his career.

Wang Bin took a day off yesterday and waited for Zhang Junping in Dashilan for a whole day.

This matter starts with the Eight Immortals table that Zhang Junping built for his family.

Aunt Wang didn't understand. She only knew that the Eight Immortals table built by Zhang Junping was strong and didn't wobble at all.

However, as the deputy director of a second-hand goods station, Wang Bin often deals with old furniture from the Ming, Qing, and Republic of China periods. Although he doesn't know much about carpentry, he can somewhat tell the quality from the bad.

The Eight Immortals table repaired by Zhang Junping only added a chuck tenon. The entire Eight Immortals table looks much better than before.

If Aunt Wang hadn't said it, he wouldn't have recognized it as the Eight Immortals table that his family has used for decades.

According to what Aunt Wang said, the table has been raised and spliced ​​together.

However, no matter how Wang Bin checked, he could not see any traces of heightening splicing.

After shaking it vigorously, the Eight Immortals Table, which was shaking violently, made no movement at all.

Just like new!

This craftsmanship amazed Wang Bin.
Chapter completed!