The two of them exchanged a few more pleasantries. Seeing that Yu Bing really didn't blame him, Mr. Wang pushed his mat and left.
He wanted to go to the supply company to sell the mat. Thinking about how the money in his pocket was enough to treat his grandson, Mr. Wang felt invigorated.
At this moment, Zhang Chao was driving a light truck to the Yangqiao Commune. Because it was empty and there was no need to pick people passengers like a bus, the truck drove very quickly and arrived in two hours.
When Xiao Sheng saw the car stop, he walked to the front passenger seat and sat in the driver's seat.
Zhang Chao asked impatiently as he drove, "How many pounds did you receive for you to mock me?!"
When Xiao Sheng heard this, he turned around and raised his eyebrows at Zhang Chao as he reported the number with a smile.