"Then what about my selling price?" Zhao Fei asked.
"The selling price is still the same as before. One cup at 50 cents. The planting seeds will cost two dollars a pound. If you find it acceptable, then we can continue to work together," Qiao Mei said.
Zhao Fei looked at Qiao Mei in shock. Based on these numbers, both he and the other villagers would not be able to earn much money at all. He could only make a profit of 50 cents from selling one pound of seeds. Most of the profits would go to Qiao Mei.
This was clearly a 9:1 split. It did not seem fair.
"Sister Qiao Mei… isn't that too little? This is different from what we agreed on back then," Zhao Fei asked tentatively.
