"You just don't understand. Do you know how much grain merchants are paying for wheat per bushel in the countryside today?"
"How much?"
"Twenty-eight wen!" Old Master Bai huffed. "It was thirty wen the day before yesterday, and today it's been driven down to twenty-eight wen, so this business of buying and selling can result in a loss, especially since they're buying quite a large amount. They would lose even more."
Old Master Bai cushioned his hand behind his head and swung his leg, chuckling, "You haven't thought about how old they are this year, have you? Leaving our foolish boy aside, just how old is Shanbao who is capable of making decisions? And let's not even mention Manbao, that young girl is a year younger than Shanbao."
So even though Old Master Bai had been swindled, he was quite pleased.
