17 The Log Market

Upon hearing Zhang Cheng's promise, the streamer seemed to catch fire.

Even though his character had been designed to be overshadowed by other characters in the later stages of the game and eventually struggle against the other characters, he was not discouraged at all. He even turned on his voice chat and started to encourage his teammates to try to make a comeback.

However, the opposing team was as fierce as tigers. They fought a long, losing battle.

Qing Feng was clearly disappointed.

"Brother Cheng, I'm sorry. I tried my best."

Zhang Cheng looked at the streamer. After thinking for a while, he took out his phone and charged 1,000 yuan. He sent out an Angel, and he didn't keep the extra 10% golden beans that he gained upon the consequent rank up. He gave it all away. After all, he had been watching the battle. Qing Feng had truly given it his all. His teammates were simply horrendous.

"Thank you, Boss. Thank you, Brother Cheng, for your Angel. Brother Cheng, do you want to play together?" Qing Feng quickly said.

After Zhang Cheng turned him down, Qing Feng quickly said, "Boss, I'll be your magic carpet to the top ranks."

He was afraid that this benefactor, who had repeatedly gifted him, would leave.

Zhang Cheng laughed lightly. He picked up the fruit that Sister Zhang had washed and held onto Xiang Xiang's slender waist, continuing to watch.

Qing Feng may be far from a trending or popular streamer, but he was still very skilled. He took an underrated, notoriously weak character who would never show up in any of the professional competitions and high-end games... and actually pulled off a good fight. He fought back all the way to the enemy's base, assisted the backbone of his team, and saved those who needed saving. He had played quite brilliantly.

This game, which centered around the theme of hunting demons and monsters, was highly popular.

In the next game, his efforts finally earned him a victory. He had even scored 16 kills without dying once.

After some digging around, he found out that this streamer actually had four accounts of different ratings.

"Invincible!" Zhang Cheng praised without holding back.

"Brother Cheng, you're flattering me. Brother Cheng, would you like to play with me? I can lift you all the way up there," Qing Feng said quickly.

As a small-time streamer, of course, he had to lick the benefactor who had finally appeared. This might even be an opportunity for him to go viral.

Zhang Cheng thought about it and then refused.

What was he going to play? With his level, even if he took a ride on a magic carpet, he would never feel good about it.

After watching for a little longer, he found that it was already late. Zhang Cheng and Xiang Xiang lay down and prepared to sleep.

Ever since the time he practically exhausted Xiang Xiang, he had been paying attention to her. Even so, there were many desires left unanswered, which was a struggle for him to cope with.

Seeing that Xiang Xiang had fallen asleep, Zhang Cheng carefully got up and prepared to drink a few mouthfuls to quench the fire in his body.

He also took a look at the situation in Heavenly Dimension.

He had harvested more than 90 ginseng plants in one day, while he was still planting ginseng plants over the following ten days.

After observing the situation of the main stock, Zhang Cheng turned his attention to another plot that he had recently developed.

Then, he found another spirit grass grade ginseng.

Ginseng

126 years

Spirit grass

Greatly fortifies the immune system and greatly improves the condition of the body.

It did not seem to be similar to the 106-year one that he once had. How different would this one be?

They should become fairly common in this plot, right?

Zhang Cheng was deep in thought, but he didn't have the intention of eating this spirit grass grade ginseng just like that. After all, after eating that spirit grass grade ginseng the last time, he basically left Xiang Xiang bedridden.

"Boss, do you want to eat something?" Sister Zhang noticed that Zhang Cheng was drinking alone, so she quickly came over and asked.

Zhang Cheng smiled lightly. "I bought some snacks, so I'm good there. Sister Zhang, go and rest. Don't worry about me." Zhang Cheng did not harbor any condescending attitude towards this housekeeper who shared the same surname as him.

"Yes." Sister Zhang returned to her room.

Other than cleaning the room, washing clothes, and cooking, this housekeeper usually stayed in her own room. She was very quiet.

This made Zhang Cheng very satisfied.

After drinking two bottles of beer, it was almost midnight. Zhang Cheng went to bed.

Previously, Zhang Cheng didn't feel that there was anything wrong with strolling around every day, but recently, he felt that he needed to find something to do.

After all, the reason why Xiang Xiang learned how to dance was because he didn't want her to be idle and have nothing to do all day.

Therefore, after thinking about it, Zhang Cheng simply went to the log market to understand the price and trading situation of rosewood. He did not plan to be skimped on by his future buyers.

When he arrived at the market, the smell of wood assaulted his nose, which he found rather pleasant.

There were big boards, logs, plywood, and other forms of synthetic wood sold here.

The people who came and went were basically from furniture factories, doors, and windows factories.

No one came for some window-shopping, like Zhang Cheng.

"Do you have rosewood?" After thinking about it, Zhang Cheng came to an idle store.

The boss looked at Zhang Cheng and shook his head, "I don't have any authentic red sandalwood, but I do have synthetics."

Zhang Cheng nodded, "Thank you." Red sandalwood was the small leaf red sandalwood in his dimension. However, small leaf red sandalwood could only be nurtured after a thousand years, and there was only a 10% chance of it growing up to specs. Too often would the small leaf red sandalwood fail to absorb enough nutrients during its growth process. Whenever such a situation occurred, red sandalwood would provide nutrients to the heart of the tree and grow, resulting in the rarity.

In addition, during the Ming dynasty and the Qing dynasty, regular rosewood was already highly sought after. All sorts of factors caused the rosewood to be extremely precious.

Therefore, when authentic rosewood became such a rarity, many imitation products started showing up.

For example, big-leaf rosewood, rosewood, and other materials that were somewhat similar to rosewood were sold by some illegal merchants who presented them as authentic rosewood.

Therefore, the market for rosewood with small leaves was very chaotic.

Zhang Cheng asked almost every corner of the log market, and he didn't even see a single piece of authentic rosewood material.

In the market, he gradually learned that a young man was asking about the rosewood material.

"Friend, what do you want the rosewood for?" A middle-aged man in his thirties greeted Zhang Cheng and handed him a cigarette.

Zhang Cheng waved his hand to indicate that he didn't smoke.

"I want to make a set of furniture," Zhang Cheng said.

If there was a proper set of rosewood, Zhang Cheng wouldn't mind buying some and making some furniture out of it.

After all, only after buying the rosewood would he know what the market was like.

Zhang Cheng's words made the middle-aged man glance at him sideways.

A set of furniture made of rosewood?

What kind of family was this?

However, looking at Zhang Cheng's relaxed expression, it didn't seem like he was bragging.

"You won't find much of it here. Even if there are, most of them are in the hands of Master Yan Xu and Master Yan. So, young lad, you'd better settle for the next best thing and replace them with other rosewood. I have quite a number of big leaf rosewood, hedgehog rosewood, and regular rosewood," the man said.

Zhang Cheng was a little surprised to hear that.

"You said just now, who has all the red sandalwood here?"

"Yan Xu, Master Yan," the man took a puff of smoke and said.

Zhang Cheng thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Thank you for your guidance, Big Brother."

The man looked at Zhang Cheng. Could this man really talk to Master Yan?

Thinking of this, the man hurriedly said, "Little brother, my name is Chen Hong. Chen Hong Log over there is mine. I wonder, if you can take me with you to Master Yan's place to broaden your knowledge?"