When Tang Fushan heard his words, he hurriedly raised his head. "Chairman He, what do you mean by a clear path?"
He Qizheng looked at the building materials in the warehouse. "Since this batch of building materials can't be delivered to Mr. Wei's construction site, it's just left here. You still have to pay the storage fee. Why don't you sell it to me?"
Tang Fushan's eyes lit up. "You're willing to take this batch of building materials?"
He Qizheng nodded. "We're all in the same industry. I'll help you if I can."
Tang Fushan hurriedly got up and held his hand tightly, as if he had met a confidant.
"Chairman He, as long as you can eat this batch of building materials and help me get through this crisis, you will be my great benefactor. I will never forget your kindness."
He Qizheng secretly rolled his eyes.
Who cares about your kindness?