Wang Xiaolong could make a concession with the debt of gratitude in mind.
But he would certainly not continue to suffer silently under Wen Yue's aggression.
After all, even a man made of clay has some temper, let alone him, a living person.
Zhang Hongmei thought it over carefully and felt there was some sense in what Wang Xiaolong said.
After a brief pause, she spoke up, "You brought me this business, otherwise I wouldn't even know that wild vegetables could be sold for money, so I'll sell these two bags to you."
This time, Wang Xiaolong didn't rush to move them but instead looked towards Wen Yue, "What do you think?"
Wen Yue's eyes flickered, "Selling is fine, but the wild vegetables in the bags must be dumped out and weighed publicly by different categories because the weight you just mentioned differs too much from my estimate."
Wang Xiaolong was in a hurry to get to the township and had also promised Xiao Mei he would bring the wild vegetables.
