Uncle Wang's Codonopsis, Yang Fan made nearly three thousand from them, but then his daughter used such a method to earn back a thousand, Yang Fan felt incredibly frustrated.
But what could he do when faced with such a matter?
He couldn't just let it go, nor could he easily get over it.
After driving back to the city, Yang Fan quickly rushed to Old Zhou's shop.
The crowd at the door of the shop was even bigger than at noon, practically impenetrable.
Yang Fan parked his motor-tricycle to the side and squeezed into the crowd.
Old Zhou and his wife had switched shifts, Old Zhou was weighing goods for people, while Zhu Shanshan was busy doing the accounts.
"Fanzi, quick, quick, help me out," Old Zhou called out waving his hand when he saw Yang Fan in the crowd.
"Do what?" Yang Fan asked.
"There's another scale over there, help me weigh some stuff, I'll pay you a wage," Old Zhou shouted.
