Chen Xuan saw Wang Baozhu leave angrily and could not help but be a little worried. "Xiao Feng, we won't be in trouble, right?"
Ye Feng did not take it to heart at all. "He's just a gambler. What can he do?"
As he spoke, he turned to look at the carpenter. "Old master, let me ask you something. Do you know any channels to deal with such a large amount of yellow rosewood?"
The carpenter immediately scratched his head in embarrassment. "I'm afraid the largest timber factory in Binhai City can't handle such a large quantity of yellow rosewood."
He lowered his head and thought for a long time. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. "Right, Luo Qizhang, the old master of the Luo family, has always liked yellow rosewood. He even sent people to buy it in large quantities."
Ye Feng was stunned, "Old Master Luo? Which Luo family?"