Looking at the incoming call, Ding Aiguo swiped to answer.
He said with a laugh, "Old Wang, speak of the devil. I was just about to call you, and here you are calling me."
Wang Jun's hearty laughter came from the other end of the line. "Oh? What did you need me for?"
"You sound so happy, you must have good news. You go first," Ding Aiguo said.
"I went to Tairuo Country and got my hands on a section of top-quality Rosewood!" Wang Jun's voice was filled with excitement. "It's at least four hundred years old, full of resin, and I had an expert appraise it. It's absolutely the real deal!"
Hearing this, Ding Aiguo felt a stir of interest.
If this had been before, he would have bought a portion from him without a moment's hesitation.
But now that Xue Mei's illness had improved, his need for rosewood wasn't as urgent.
"Old Ding? Why aren't you saying anything?" Wang Jun asked, puzzled. "If you want some, I can spare you a third of it."
