Well?

I misunderstood what he meant.

"Then you just ......"

Wen Xudong sighed and said, "It's not that I refuse to agree, but I really don't have a truck of the size you want in my shop." There are only a few minivans that can be driven away right now, and I'm afraid they won't meet your requirements. ”

I understood what kind of car he was talking about, but it was too small to fit a bronze coffin.

What can I do?

Just when I was in trouble, Wen Xudong. Suddenly, the conversation changed, "But I have a friend who resells second-hand cars, if you don't dislike it, I'll call him now and ask him to get you an emergency first, how about it?" ”

"Good

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