The man backed down as soon as he heard the other person's surname was Qin, but he didn't agree with being accused of monopolizing the market.
"Brother, I'm just being honest here. Look at your eggplants, what color are they now? This is at least from yesterday's pick, already not fresh. It's good enough I offer you five cents; I'm running a business here. Coming all this way, I can't afford to lose money. This is the price. If you want to sell, then sell. If not, keep waiting and see if someone else will offer you more. I'm not forcing you. Why accuse me of dominating the market?"
Saying this, he intended to leave with no intention to argue further.
But as he turned to go, the other party wouldn't let it rest and grabbed his arm.
"Hey, why are you leaving with the conversation unfinished? Five cents won't work. Add a little more. Ten cents. If you offer me ten cents a pound, I'll sell it to you."
