At this moment, Yingbao spoke: "Uncle Zhou, do you buy Xue'er? We still have some at home."
Zhou Mao looked at the baby girl doing business with him and couldn't help but laugh, "Yes, of course I'm buying."
"Then how much do you pay per kilo?" Yingbao asked.
Zhou Mao pondered for a moment, "If the quality is good, a kilo of dry Xue'er is 500 coins."
Yingbao nodded her tiny head, then asked, "Uncle Zhou, will you keep buying it? Or will you stop if you get too much?"
Zhou Mao seriously replied, "There's a possibility, our trading company has to sell what we buy - if supply is larger than demand, we naturally stop buying."
"Oh! Thanks, Uncle Zhou, I understand."
As they left the Furuifeng Trading Company, only Jiang Sanlang was feeling down while everyone else was ecstatic.
Having confirmed the purchase price, they could return home and get started. How could they not be excited?
Even if they only sold once, it would be enough for their family to live happily for many years.