"No, no. There's no problem." Changsheng hurriedly shook his head and said, "It's just that last time, I only earned about 30 yuans by selling these chicken eggs. How did we manage to earn so much this time?"
He only earned 30 yuan from it last time? Thinking of how she had painstakingly collected that basket of chicken eggs, Yan Huan shuddered at the thought of just how many heads of hair she would have to cut in order to earn 30 yuan.
A mere 30 yuan. Yan Huan was worth a few hundred million, yet now all she could earn was a measly 30 yuan. As she thought about it, it did feel extremely ironic.
Then, she continued to search repeatedly along the road for somewhere to make a phone call. Soon, she found out that there was a public phone inside a shop, so she hastily made her way there. Changsheng was still carrying the money, and felt that the basket on his back was quite heavy. For some reason, it felt as if the basket was still loaded with eggs.
