Before long, fifty kilograms of pork had all been turned into minced meat and packed into five or six large bags.
"Boss, how much do I owe?"
Feeling satisfied with the butcher's work, Chen Yang took out his phone, ready to make the payment.
The butcher wiped his hands with a towel and grinned, "Hehe, the total comes to one thousand one hundred and fifty yuan, boss."
The pork was twenty-three yuan per kilogram that afternoon.
Fifty kilograms for one thousand one hundred and fifty yuan was correct, Chen Yang calculated in his mind.
After confirming there was no issue, Chen Yang rushed over.
"Okay, the payment is made, I'm off now."
"Alright! Take care, boss."
Hearing the notification of the payment, the butcher couldn't stop smiling.
He hadn't expected such a big sale that afternoon.
After buying the meat, Chen Yang didn't linger in the town but quickly headed towards Liuhé Village on his electric tricycle.
