Chapter 9 - My Bamboo Shoots
Su Ming found himself momentarily stunned.
If he were to cook with his bamboo shoots, it would undoubtedly result in the company employees needing dental work.
This misunderstanding was enough to make Su Ming unsure whether to laugh or sigh.
He shifted his gaze downwards.
His attire was a simple cotton outfit, splotched with mud.
He truly resembled a vegetable vendor.
“Selling the bamboo shoots to me would be a profitable deal for you.”
Observing Su Ming's silence, the middle-aged man added, “The market rate for these bamboo shoots is 6.3 yuan per jin. Would you consider selling them to me at 6.5 yuan per jin?”
The middle-aged man's words placed Su Ming in an amusing dilemma.
Even though the company would reimburse him, he shouldn't have amassed so many discounts.
Yet, this wasn't Su Ming's concern.
Had he actually had bamboo shoots, he might have sold some.
However, he had no bamboo shoots on hand.
“I apologize. I'm not selling these bamboo shoots.”
Su Ming had no choice but to decline with a good-natured smile.
The middle-aged man appeared slightly displeased. “If your bamboo shoots are of good quality, I'll be your consistent buyer. How does that sound?”
“I really have no intention of selling these bamboo shoots.”
Su Ming was rendered momentarily speechless.
A frown creased the middle-aged man's brow. His tenacity was evident. “Seven yuan per catty. Would that suffice? You're quite the hard bargainer.”
Su Ming shook his head.
With so many vegetable vendors around, why hadn't he found another option?
What was driving him to be so unyielding?
His bamboo shoots were priced per gram.
At over 400 yuan per gram.
“You truly might not be able to afford my bamboo shoots.”
Su Ming spoke the truth.
The middle-aged man was taken aback, then erupted into a laughing fit mixed with frustration. “Are you kidding me? Do you think your bamboo shoots are made of gold?”
His intuition had been spot on!
“I refuse to believe I can't afford your bamboo shoots.”
The middle-aged man promptly unzipped his bag, revealing a stack of bills. “Is this amount sufficient?”
His persistence was unwavering. He was a purchaser for a prominent corporation.
That morning, he had indulged in a bit of alcohol before heading to work.
The company he worked for had two or three thousand employees, leading to a considerable daily demand for vegetables. Every vegetable vendor was eager to transact with him.
But today, he had encountered a resolute young man.
He wasn't convinced that he couldn't afford it!
Never mind the bamboo shoots; I could probably buy your car!
As he continued speaking, the middle-aged man furiously reached for the car door.
Su Ming felt genuinely helpless.
Why was he so stubborn?
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