'This Zhang Huai really knows how to talk business,' Manager Mao thought, impressed. He no longer dared to underestimate him and began to lay out the calculation. "I'll use the lowest estimate: for every pound of meat, you get about six-tenths of a pound of sausage after drying. So two pounds of meat will yield one and two-tenths pounds of sausage, and the cost for that comes out to thirty-five cents. Add in the unique production method, labor, spices… and hmm, this pork is better than average, too… How about this: I'll offer you eighty cents a pound for your village's sausage. However, I have one condition. This sausage can only be sold to our Qinghui Tavern, not to anyone else. What do you think?"
Qingmu hadn't expected Zhang Huai to secure an extra twenty cents with just a few words. He fought to suppress his excitement so as not to give anything away, deciding to let him continue handling the negotiations with Manager Mao without interjecting.
