Earning a hundred bucks of profit margin per jin of matsutake makes anyone listening feel uncomfortable.
Even though Qin Yuru had offered this price in consideration of Zhang Xiaowei saving her daughter, after all, the matsutake were handpicked one by one by the village women.
If they knew that their hard-earned matsutake sold for two hundred and that Zhang Xiaowei, doing nothing at all, could sell it in the city and earn half of their money.
The gratitude they originally had for Zhang Xiaowei would dissipate into nothingness.
"Yanyan, you stay here and watch the tricycle. I'll go settle the account with Sister Qin."
Zhang Xiaowei, who couldn't afford to let this secret slip, quickly made up an excuse to prevent Li Yanyan from following him.
Li Yanyan, who was hanging off Zhang Xiaowei's arm, was looking forward to seeing the inside of the grand hotel in high spirits.
Upon hearing this, she couldn't help but show a bitter expression.
