Boss Sun helped people to the end, not only gave me wooden boards, but also specially called a driver to tell him to help me transport the wooden planks to the designated place.

"Thanks!" I sat in the passenger seat and beckoned to Sun Ming.

Sun Ming said boldly: "Small things, not enough to worry about." ”

With the roar of an engine, the truck carrying the planks slowly drove out of the factory.

There was a distance from the lumber mill to my house, and there were only two people in the car, the driver and I, who didn't know each other, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

In order to alleviate the awkward atmosphere, I took the initiative to talk to him: "Master, your surname? ”

The driver was quite old, with gray hair and a hoarse voice.

"My surname is Huang."

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