Song Sancheng spoke with ease, "Three pounds of tea leaves, I'll get them for you in a moment, do you also want the tea boxes or not?"
"Yes."
Zhou Maozhu, being savvy, said directly, "You pack them first, I'll give you the money for the tea boxes later, I know you're not making money from that."
But after he stated his needs, he didn't forget his son's instructions and persisted in asking:
"How do you usually sell these tea leaves? I'll ask for my son as well."
Song Sancheng: ...
Should I say the price of 10,000 or not?
If I tell them the price, how can I make them believe it?
If I don't tell, what do I do if they come over with money to buy later?
Song Sancheng hesitated only for a moment before smiling sheepishly, "You know, I have regular customers for these tea leaves, here we sell them for 10,000 yuan a pound."
Once the price is out, it's out; otherwise, if they come later with 1,000 yuan to buy, and then you tell them the price, that would really be embarrassing.
