After a moment, he pretended to be angry and said, "Why is your bamboo weaving so expensive?"

"Brother, you're joking. The prices here have never changed. They have always been the same."

Shen Fugui's face darkened slightly. "I bought the bamboo basket and bamboo crate from your house before the New Year and gave them away as gifts. They were clearly two cents cheaper each than they are now!"

The guy was about to explain.

Only a dull male voice was heard:

"I say, little brother, why are you so whiny? His bamboo weaving is of good quality and very durable, and the price has always been this high. Aren't you taking advantage of me a bit too much?"

The person who came was a thin old man with a dark face. He was holding a bamboo sieve and checking it, as if he wanted to buy something.

Shen Fugui didn't pay attention to the other party's contemptuous tone, but continued to ask:

"Are you saying the price has always been this way?"

The old man's unhappy expression spread across his face. He looked Shen Fugui up and down carefully and said dissatisfiedly, "Of course it is."

Seeing Shen Fugui's look of disbelief, the old man continued:

"My family is from Sishui Village. I've been driving a bullock cart carrying people to town for nearly three years. I also occasionally help villagers bring in groceries and utensils.

The bamboo weaving in this shop is the most useful, good-looking, reasonably priced, and even the burrs are cleaned up perfectly.

I have brought it many times. The first time I brought it was two years ago. It was the same price. There is no need to cheat you.

But you, little brother, please don't cause trouble."

After listening to the old man's words, Shen Fugui silently calculated in his mind according to the price the waiter just said.

Regardless of the size of the bamboo weaving, for every one sold, Manager Yuan would give himself one penny less.

Take the bamboo weaving products sold in the first two months as an example.

At that time, nine large bamboo weavings and eight small bamboo weavings were sold, and Manager Yuan gave himself sixty cents, which meant he had seventeen cents less.

His family had been selling bamboo weaving for nearly two years, and the price was calculated at 15 cents every two months, so Manager Yuan paid himself nearly 180 cents less.

Originally, the profits were to be split in half, but now Manager Yuan took the lion's share and got an extra percentage.

Although these 180 coins are nothing in the eyes of the shopkeeper, they can buy a lot of food for the family!

Shen Fugui secretly regretted how he had trusted others so easily...