"Here's the thing," Old Tang said, "Our Shengxiang Restaurant over there has run out of vegetables too. If there's enough, could you spare some for us?"
Duan Yunfei raised an eyebrow, "Old Tang, is this the plan you had in mind when you came today?"
Old Tang, caught out, quickly laughed, "Not entirely, visiting is genuine, but wanting to snag a share is also true."
Shen Qinglan smiled, "It's not impossible."
"Really?" Old Tang's eyes lit up, "Then it's a deal, the price is negotiable."
"Old Tang is right, the price is negotiable," Le Zhao chuckled, "Anyway, someone here isn't short on money."
As he spoke, he nudged Duan Yunfei's arm with his elbow. Duan Yunfei gave him a sidelong glance before looking at Shen Qinglan and saying, "You set the price, my dear. The money earned will be yours anyway."
"My share can be left out, just give the share to my cousin," Shen Qinglan laughed, "Let's go and have a look first."
"Okay," Old Tang replied with a smile.
