"Then tell me how much you have," the shopkeeper wasn't about to let the duck in hand fly away and asked patiently.
This time it was Meng Jingyi's turn to laugh. She opened her bag; her mother had stuffed a bunch of cash into it, which she hadn't used and kept in bundles, totaling fifty thousand. She took out twenty thousand, "Boss... this is all I have."
The shopkeeper looked at the cash in the young lady's hand, thinking twenty thousand wasn't bad, still earning over nineteen thousand.
Who knew Meng Jingyi would think for a moment, then put one bundle back, muttering, "This is for buying a birthday gift for Dad."
Then she looked up, handing over the twenty thousand cash, "Boss, how about twenty thousand?"
If you ask the boss, he'd surely say no, surely it has to be twenty thousand!
The shopkeeper said unhappily, "Young lady, your price is too low. I can't do this business."
