"It's simple," Xu Fang replied. "I can take away and dispose of the cow dung that you clean up."
Xue Muqi's heart raced!
The thing that worried her now was having too much cow dung to handle. If someone could directly clean it away, then her concerns would be gone!
Suppressing her excitement, she asked impassively, "How do you plan to charge?"
"By the year, two million a year," Xu Fang answered.
Two million was much cheaper than dealing with the cow dung herself in a regular manner.
She wanted to agree right away, but being in charge of such a large farm, she had all the shrewdness of a businessperson.
"Mr. Xu, do you not know that cow dung can be sold for money? You want to take my cow dung away, not pay me for it, and still charge me money? What a lovely dream you're having!" Xue Muqi feigned displeasure and asked.
