"Right, Shopkeeper Fan, what did you need Xuexue for?" Remembering the main issue at hand, Auntie Zhang hurriedly asked.
"I would like to buy some mudfish. Could the little girl sell them to me?"
"Of course!" She had come to town specifically to sell mudfish. Overjoyed at the prospect of a buyer, how could she possibly refuse?
As Xuexue spoke, she picked up the scale, ready to weigh some for him, and looking up, she asked Shopkeeper Fan, "Shopkeeper Fan, how much mudfish would you like?"
"No, no, no," Shopkeeper Fan quickly waved his hands.
"What's the matter?" Straightening up, Xuexue looked at him with a puzzled face, "Didn't you just say you wanted mudfish?"
Shopkeeper Fan stroked his snowy white beard, grinning like an old fox, and said, "Perhaps I did not make myself clear just now. I am looking to form a long-term partnership with you. What do you think, little girl?"
At this, Xuexue finally understood—it seemed a business opportunity had come knocking at her door.
