Li Xiaobao chose the number eighty after some consideration. After all, the villagers could make eighty yuan for a day's work in the city, and the city bosses even provided meals.
If they could make eighty yuan right at their own doorstep, even if meals weren't included, the villagers would still be willing.
Upon leaving the Li family's doorstep, Zhang Laicai still felt the price was a bit high, and turning to Zhang Laisheng, he said, "Brother Laiseng, do you think Li Xiaobao is trying to trick me? Should we try offering seventy yuan a day instead?"
When Zhang Laisheng heard Zhang Laicai's words, his face turned sour. In fact, while he had been at the Li family's house, he had secretly admired Li Xiaobao's words. He couldn't help but admit that Li Xiaobao had truly grasped the mentality of the villagers. Without going into other details, just for himself, he would be willing to work even without meals if someone offered eighty yuan a day.