Chapter 952

Before leaving, Yang Song knocked on the door, turned back and rushed to Luban and said, "I just asked my friend to check. Your name is not Luban at all. Your name is Lu Wanjin. The company name recorded in the Administration for Industry and commerce is not this. I suggest you change the signboard and don't embarrass your ancestors."

At the gate of the first floor, Zhu Baozhu cried bitterly: "it's my fault. I look down on people..."

The family of four admitted wronging Yang Song and made a neat apology.

It's clear that things have been solved.

The crowd dispersed. The former boss who received Yang Song's 100 yuan tip, Quietly he said to Yang Song, "handsome boy, I advised you because you are handsome and generous. Let's go quickly. Luban's shop deceives the owner. They have people on the road. Don't stay here while it's still daytime. Don't come in the future. Just buy some furniture on the Internet. Don't bring trouble to yourself."

The people in Luban furniture store are still a bully here.

Yang Song thanked the boss for reminding him and insisted on going shopping.

"How can the furniture in the study be careless?"

He has so many cooking experiences that he must record them and study new dishes. The study outside the kitchen is very important.

After looking at eight stores in a row, I don't say whether I have seen satisfied furniture. As long as the store owner knows that Yang Song has had a conflict with the people in Luban furniture store.

"Handsome boy, just look at it. We can't buy it. We can't afford to offend Luban."

Yang Song was very depressed: "you open a shop and do business, it's necessary to be so afraid of them?"

"Young man, you don't understand."

"Can you give me some advice?"

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

Yang Song was speechless: "I don't believe it. I can't find a shop willing to sell my things in such a big furniture city."

He went to two more stores and didn't even let Yang Song in.

"Man, man, come and have a cigarette. Are you thirsty? Buy you a bottle of water, drink it and go. My shop is small and you can't see it."

Walking, Yang song came to the most remote corner of the furniture city. Unfortunately, there was a grove, and there was a shop hidden in the grove.

The sign is very simple, just four words "Lao Li Carpenter".

Before entering, there is a large enough yard. In the center of the yard, there are unfinished wooden tables and chairs. On one side, there is a garden with colorful flowers and on the other side, there is a vegetable garden with green vegetables and water.

A little yellow dog hides under the Wutong tree and has a belly to sleep.

"Anyone?" Yang Song shouted. No one answered. He clearly heard a voice in the backyard.

"Is anyone home? I'm here to buy furniture."

The little yellow dog woke up, saw Yang Song and barked three times in the backyard.

"I heard it, rhubarb, coming!" The crisp, sweet and tender female voice came out.

Soon, the girl with two braids jumped out. She looked only fifteen or sixteen years old and had baby fat on her face. It was easy to think of tangyuan.

It's white, soft and waxy. There are few girls at this age who are not beautiful. In particular, the girl has a pair of very beautiful eyes, which are crystal clear like colored glass and carved with Pink Jade.

"Are you here to make furniture? What furniture? Do you use it yourself or give it away? Are you in a hurry? We don't take urgent orders here."

The little girl speaks very fast.

"I use it myself. To put it in the study, I need a complete set of desks and chairs, and maybe a sofa and coffee table."

Yang Song added, "I'm not in a hurry. I'm not sure I'll fight here. I have to see your things."

"It's a big breath that you don't have to see our family's things!" Another girl came out, about in her early twenties, wearing a red short Han suit, neat and bright, a rose with a thorn.

They are sisters. Their sister's name is Li Jinxiu and her sister's name is Li Yaoyao.

"How did you find our store?" Li Jinxiu asked with caution.

"I found it after walking in a muddle. Your store is very deep." Yang Song said again, "this is the fragrance of wine, not afraid of the depth of the alley?"

As the saying goes, thousands of people wear flattery and don't wear flattery. Li Jinxiu's oval face has a little smile.

Li Yaoyao is more direct: "big brother, my craft is very good. The shop is hidden deeply. There are not many strangers. They are all familiar guests. Let me show you our photo album."

The little girl ran back and out, holding an album as tall as half of her in her arms. The key is that the album is very thick, just like an idiom dictionary.

"This is the study utensils made in our shop." Li Yaoyao stepped back and was explained by Li Jinxiu: "our family only accepts customization. The guests choose the style, set the wood and delivery time, and then we can start the construction. The shortest construction period here is half a month without urgent orders."

Yang Song said, "as long as the things are good, I can wait."

When you open the large photo album, the first thing you see is a set of mahogany desks. The dark red patterns are very beautiful and atmospheric. There is a kind of low-key luxury, especially the Ming style design, which is more primitive and simple.

Then there are yellow pear, sour jujube wood, black walnut and so on, all of which are very precious wood.

There are also ordinary pine, poplar, cypress and so on.

Styles vary from simple to complex. They are all very particular.

Yang songtiao's eyes were all spent, and finally chose Huanghua pear.

"Style, I want screen legs, carved flowers, Ruyi orchid pattern, a big circle chair and two square copper money stools."

Li Jinxiu didn't promise immediately and looked at Yang Song suspiciously.

"What's the matter? There's something beautiful on my face?"

Li Jinxiu looked so cold that Yang song always wanted to tease her.

"Are you a colleague from somewhere? You came to our store to inquire about trade secrets."

Yang Song:

"Watch less workplace dramas. Commercial spies are not as handsome as I am. They are villains."

"Then why do you choose furniture so well?" Li Jinxiu said.

In the photo albums she gave, there were desks made in the Ming Dynasty, which were basically mahogany, teak and Manchurian ash. Ruyi orchid patterns were basically on pine, and black walnut appeared most on screen legs.

Yang Song actually gathered them together and chose the best among the best.

"The best wood, the most appropriate carving and style, don't need my advice. You'll finalize it yourself. If you're not a peer, you like collecting old furniture or family origin."

Li Jinxiu examines Yang Song:

"Don't say yet. You do have everyone's bearing."

"What old furniture do you have in your house? Can I see it?"

"Give you discounts and gifts."

Inexplicable Yang Song smiled helplessly: "I don't have what you said. I'm an ordinary cook. There is a small restaurant with a lot of kitchen knives and no old furniture."

Li Jinxiu did not believe: "do you know that excessive modesty is pride?"

Yang Song said: "really, believe me, I'm a little cook. I just want to learn and review my cooking skills when I get out of a study. The oldest furniture in my family is probably the eight immortals table that my parents asked the carpenter in the village to make when they got married. It is said that it cost 12 yuan at that time!"