Yang Fan was in a dilemma at the moment, and the charming lady boss was obviously conflicted too.
She was probably considering whether to bear the pain and lose less money, or to take a gamble and wait to see how the market goes.
After hesitating for a long time, she looked up and said, "Add two yuan, make it ninety."
Yang Fan shook his head, "The most I can add is fifty cents, and that's because you have a large quantity. If it's only two or three hundred jin, eighty-eight is the highest I could go."
"Sister, let me be frank with you, with today's market that could give a person a heart attack, if I were buying for myself, I would definitely not buy. Doing the opposite today is definitely an action seeking death."
"As for me, I pay first and receive the goods later. The price my supplier gave me is eighty-nine, so how much can I earn?"
The lady boss's face was full of conflict as she bit her plump and rosy lips, "But eighty-eight and a half, that's too low."
