The half-a-million yuan tomato drew jeers from the surrounding crowd.
"This guy must be out of his mind thinking about money, daring to ask for half a million for such a tiny tomato; I think we should call the police and accuse him of extortion!"
"At least he's the owner of a pharmaceutical factory, why is he so stingy?"
"Just look at him, he's clearly a country bumpkin who's never seen the world, all he talks about is money."
The people's discussions and laughter made Zhang Xiaowei's face grow increasingly uglier.
Lin Lu was no better, looking at Zhang Xiaowei with full mockery and provocation.
"Hey, such a good thing, how can it be wasted?"
As the two faced off, a light voice came from the side.
A middle-aged man dressed in a suit and shoes picked up the smashed tomato from the ground.
His eyes glistened as he looked at the split tomato, unable to hide his inner joy.
"Old Wang, you're really not being fair!"
