"How much?"
This time, it wasn't just one person asking. Unlike the calm Zhao Jun, even the female employee was stunned.
Three thousand two hundred yuan!
In this day and age, in a mountain town like this, it was truly an astronomical price.
Zhao Jun was about to start working as a technician on the Forest Farm's inspection team, where he'd only make forty-six yuan and eighty cents a month.
This three thousand two hundred was equivalent to five or six years of Zhao Jun's salary.
With this kind of money, he could find a wife back in the village. As long as no one stopped him, finding ten wouldn't even be a problem.
The gunnysack in Li Baoyu's hand dropped to the floor as he grabbed Zhao Jun's arm.
By now, a small crowd had gathered around them.
After the New Year, many people went up the mountains to check their traps, so more people were coming down to sell furs.
But what were those Yellow Leaves or gray furs worth compared to this?
