Taking the warehouse

"Can I exchange it for money" Fang Xing sat in the cramped rental house, eagerly awaiting a response from the other end of the phone.,Following the guide, Fang Xing walked lazily behind. On his left was New York Harbor, a major port with an annual throughput of hundreds of millions of tons.,As a man dismissed by the emperor, Fang Hongjian was only thirty-five years old when he died of despair. For his funeral, his only son, Fang Xing, truly filial, even sold their main house to make it a respectable affair.。