"Boss Zhao, care for a tea while we sit down and talk?"
Chen Dashan noticed that Zhao Jiayao was staring at his hand, unwilling to let go, which felt somewhat strange.
"Oh." Zhao Jiayao realized she had been slightly inappropriate, and with a sheepish smile, she said, "Alright, let's chat at leisure."
Chen Dashan brought over a chair, and Zhao Jiayao sat down.
She took a stack of documents from her bag and said, "Mr. Chen, these are the orders I've received. The demand is very high; I am not sure if you can supply so much fruit in a short time."
Chen Dashan glanced over the documents and fell into thought.
It appeared that Zhao Jiayao's fruit business was booming, and the volume of orders was indeed large.
The fruits he had improved were also truly effective, so quickly igniting the market and attracting so many fruit merchants.
"It's possible," Chen Dashan said seriously. "I wonder, Boss Zhao, how do you calculate the price on your end?"
