Chapter 352 The Dying Man (8)_1

"I need to calculate this on the abacus. When are you guys pulling the goods?" Pull the goods and run off quickly!

"You really have a knack for talking nonsense. You're clearly adept at mental math, but you speak as if you're telling the truth!" Ji Bingchu had already seen her information long before.

Pei Qin was silent for a moment, "The truth often goes unbelieved, while lies easily win people's trust!"

Ji Bingchu nodded, "You speak as if it's the gospel truth!"

Pei Qin did some quick calculations and asked, "Are you sure you want 250 jin?"

Ji Bingchu caught the hidden meaning in her mention of "250" with just one look, "We want 300 jin!"

"Sixty wen per jin, three times six is a total of eighteen taels of silver." Pei Qin reported the total.

Ji Bingchu took out his purse directly, threw her two ten-tael silver ingots, and told her to keep the change, "... Have the soy sauce ready, we'll come to pull the goods before we leave!"