Shen Feihong listened to her speak, then laughed and said, "Hear me out, big sister."
Feng Qingxue fell silent, "Go ahead, I'm listening."
"Big sister, I'm indebted to you, so I'll be blunt with my brother. I told him that you're no ordinary person; we can't push prices so high or I'll lose face." Shen Feihong was somewhat annoyed by his brother's grasping nature but he would never reveal this feeling to anyone, "So thirty catties of corn flour is the final price."
Thirty catties of corn flour was much more expensive than the market price, but what could be done if that's what Feng Qingxue wanted?
As far as Lu Tianjun was concerned, the meaning of this bracelet was far greater than thirty catties of corn flour could express.
"Deal!" Feng Qingxue lifted a bag of corn flour from her basket.