"Thirty jin of fine grain?"
The Brigade Leader hadn't expected Lin Jiandong to do something decent for a change.
Although he was still taking advantage of Sweet Girl and Xiao Yang with that amount of fine grain, it was at least acceptable.
The cabinet was worth twenty, and he was valuing thirty jin of fine grain at fifteen. The difference wasn't huge, but it was still a pretty dirty move.
He was just about to speak up and rule in Lin Jiandong's favor.
Lin Jiandong cautiously added a comment.
"It's not fine grain, it's coarse grain!"
Chen Beiguo stood frozen in a daze for a few seconds. When he snapped out of it, he suddenly laughed. "What did you just say? Say that again!"
Lin Jiandong felt the Brigade Leader was incredibly dangerous at that moment.
Still, he repeated himself.
"It's thirty jin of coarse grain, not thirty jin of fine grain."
