After all, Yang Guihua was no longer a young girl, and she carried herself with composure. After being embraced by Ling Feng for a while, she slowly pushed him away, "Okay, that's enough sweetness for you for now. People will be coming soon!"
"Alright, then I'll head back too. If there are more mushrooms tomorrow, I'll bring them to you!" Ling Feng nodded.
"Great, if I can't sell them all, I can find a buyer for you. Just keep sending them my way if you have them!" Yang Guihua said.
Ling Feng felt reassured, and after a slight smile, he rode his tricycle back home.
He was extremely delighted the whole trip back—not to mention the past two or three days, after deducting costs, he had made a net profit of fifteen thousand. This money came too easily!
"One day, I'm going to be a millionaire, a multimillionaire, or even a billionaire!" yelled Ling Feng as he cycled, shouting towards the sky!
