"How about it?"
Old George proudly patted the sturdy body of the band saw, his eyes full of affection as if looking at his own child.
"This guy has accompanied me for almost ten years. I replaced it with a more powerful Honda GX390 engine and even installed an automatic lubrication system myself."
"As long as you feed it wood, it can spit out any size of board you want, with an error margin of less than two millimeters!"
Lin Yu'an's eyes also showed a spark of interest. He stepped forward and carefully inspected every detail of the band saw.
After the equipment tour, Old George turned around, facing Lin Yu'an again, a sly smile playing on his lips.
He began, "Alright, kid, now let's talk about terms."
"My sawmill, mixer, and my years of experience can all help you."
"I don't want your money. That's too boring. I've never been short on money in my life."
He paused and then proposed a very "Alaska-style" condition.
