"Why are you so persistent in selling these heavy things that you keep hauling around, even though they're not selling?"
A coquettish, lively male voice sounded from inside the car, which had just returned home. The butler had informed him that Zhou Guorui had left early in the morning to sell stones.
It's not just that he's selling stones, but he's buying more when he can't sell them. Carrying dozens of kilos of goods every single day, only going out but not selling anything, he feels disgusted for him.
Hearing that, Zhou Guorui wasn't receptive. Perhaps because he had overeaten melon seeds recently, he gruffly huffed, "What do you know? This is about sentiment."
"And who says they're not selling? I sold quite a few today. Six, I sold six at one go."
"I didn't want to sell before, otherwise, I would have sold them all a long time ago."
Zhou Guorui voiced from his seat in the back.
