"Do you have the boss's number?"
"Yeah."
"I'll give him a call first to check. Also, this time when we buy furniture, we'll probably need to order a bit more."
Wen Yan took out his private phone and dialed the number Zhang Laoxi had given him. As soon as the call connected, a voice came through.
"Wen Sheng, oi oi, long time, long time!"
"Uh..." Wen Yan hadn't even introduced himself yet, but the other party already knew who he was. Clearly, he'd saved Wen Yan's number long ago. The boss spoke with a strong standard southern accent—very distinctive.
"My name's Wu Tingsheng, I've heard of you for a long time, Wen Sheng. I just didn't dare to bother you rashly. Are you planning to buy a house?"
"Hello, Boss Wu. I wanted to ask, are there any unsold houses left in the first few rows in front of mine? Preferably ones that are already finished, so I can just move in furniture and live there."
