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Struggling to keep the blood from rising to his throat, Shopkeeper Zhou looked at Qiao Xiaomai, his face still showing a sincere and earnest expression, "Miss Qiao, how much is the penalty for breaching the contract with He Zhanggui?"
"The penalty has been paid by Zuixian Building!"
He had been hesitant when buying the mooncakes, afraid that he wouldn't be able to earn back the silver.
But the profits from Ji Wei Ju had slapped him hard in the face; just a mooncake small enough to fit in one's palm had netted them a stockpile of merchandise, a one-off sale yielding a net profit of five thousand taels!
Just one round of profits!
And the profits continued to increase inexhaustibly thereafter!
The news had utterly beaten his face to a pulp.
He himself wished he could go back to the past to drive Zhu Hongyun out and beat his former self until he could no longer take care of his own life.