Four coins per pound? Not a decrease but an increase in price? Boss Feng had been doing business for many years and this was the first time he had encountered such a situation. He felt that he had been hit by a pie falling from the sky! He quickly nodded and said, "Ok, ok! I have 10,000 pounds of fresh flowers now. Is that enough? If not, there'll be more new flowers in a few days—another 10,000 pounds at least."
"I'll take as much as you have." Xiao'er nodded.
An unexpected competitor appeared midway, and the fat meat that was supposed to be in his mouth flew away. How could Boss Du bear this? He turned his head and angrily glared at Xiao'er, "What's wrong with you? Why are you stealing someone else's business? Boss Feng, we haven't finished discussing the price yet, why did you suddenly sell the flowers to someone else?"
