"Living by yourself isn't easy, so I'll let you have a bigger discount," Yang Fan, lacking the confidence to directly say what Wu Xuelan had taught him, resorted to this excuse.
"You call this doing business? Giving a discount is one thing, but this is something else," Wu Xue Mei chuckled in disbelief, "An item worth over two hundred and you discount more than two hundred? You must not make a dime, and you're probably losing money, right?"
"Fanzi, is there... something else on your mind?"
Yang Fan immediately felt a toothache; he had made an offer too steep and now struggled to find a good excuse.
"I, um, probably just did the math wrong." He was on the verge of speaking up, but Yang Fan just didn't have the courage to say it.
Suddenly, he realized he wasn't lacking the solitary widow he had been chasing, but Old Zhou's shameless audacity.
If he had Old Zhou's shameless nerve, he could have tried his luck with every young wife or widow in the village.
