Bab 92: Resentment

Chief Zhao flipped through the news with today's newspaper and replied without looking up, "Don't give me that. 6,300 stalks can only be produced next year. It's already good enough that I can squeeze out this amount for you!"

Wu Jin directly reached out and pulled Chief Zhao's newspaper to the side, then folded it. He looked at him with a long face. "Chief Zhao, when I pay you next year, I'll give you an extra penny for each tree! That'll be a total of 63 yuan!"

When Chief Zhao heard this, he didn't say anything. He pondered for a while, then said, "No, you want a tree that can bear fruit next year!"

Wu Jin cursed him inwardly, but put on a helpless expression. "I want an apple tree seed that will bear fruit in one year. As for the cherry tree, you can just give me a seed that will bear fruit next year. I've already compromised. If you still won't agree, I can only continue to nag you every day!"