Kapitel 117: One hundred and seventeen, hit the pole regardless of whether there are dates or not_1

Not long after, the young waiter from downstairs ran up, wiping the sweat off his face, unable to contain his excitement.

"Boss, I've never seen such good, such large goji berries!"

Seeing Er Gou's face flushed with joy, Old Zhao couldn't help but laugh.

"This young man, he just can't keep things to himself; everything is written all over his face. Did you weigh them? How much is there?"

"We did!"

Er Gou swallowed hard.

"Each sack is roughly one hundred and fifty jin, totaling three thousand four hundred and fifty jin of top-quality goji berries."

Old Zhao flicked away some ash and drained his cup of tea in one gulp.

He declared confidently, "Let's round it up to three thousand five hundred jin, twelve per jin, that's forty-two thousand total. Brother Gu, you are my god of wealth; forty-two thousand, what do you think about this contract?"

At this moment, Old Zhao's heart itched as if it were being scratched by a cat!