After handling several matters this time, he gained a deep understanding of the experience.

There are always some people who feel uneasy if they don't take advantage of small things; they consider it a loss if they don't find money on the street.

"Song Hui, it's not about the money, I really can't take any more, there's no room left." Zheng Ping didn't say anything else, just made excuses.

"How come there are no seats? They're all reserved?" Song Hui was startled. Could it be that he rushed here but was still too late?

"No, there are seven people in the car. The rest of the car is full of stuff and supplies. It's still not enough."

"If we add another person, there won't be any room to sit," Zheng Ping said, feigning difficulty.

"Oh, could you perhaps move some things around to make room for me?" Song Hui suggested.

"It really can't be moved, the car is only so big." Zheng Ping was honest, but he wasn't stupid.

They wouldn't be so naive as to say, "Who would take you along if you were just waiting to get a bargain? Maybe in your next life."

Saying that would be too offensive.

"What can we do? Is there really no way out?"

"No, I'll add twenty yuan so we can buy some things for everyone next time. Let's think of something." Song Hui was getting anxious.

If we can't go, we'll lose a lot of money; it costs over a thousand yuan each time.

"It's really not possible. It's not about the money. We can only make room if someone doesn't go," Zheng Ping said helplessly, spreading his hands.

That's like saying nothing at all. It's over a thousand yuan a time, who wouldn't go? Everyone's scrambling to go.

"Alright, I'll go home and think of something. Let me know if things take a turn for the better," Song Hui said, still unwilling to give up.

“Okay, take care then,” Zheng Ping said, standing up.

"Okay, be sure to tell me if you find a solution," Song Hui reminded him before leaving.

"No problem." Zheng Ping smiled and agreed repeatedly, but couldn't help rolling his eyes once he got back to his room.

Mao Min laughed when she saw his expression, knowing that this was because they didn't bring Song Hui.

"What was he thinking? He came up here and tried to bargain with me. He said, 'Give me more money, and we won't take you.' He even tried to negotiate the price. Does he think we're begging them to go?"

"Without them, we wouldn't even be able to afford the travel expenses?" Zheng Ping complained.

"Hey, that's just how the Song family is, his dad is just like that."

"When I asked someone to help me with farming, everyone else offered 60 yuan, and he agreed to offer 60 yuan. But when he was calculating the bill, he insisted on offering 58 yuan, and he was still arguing his point."

“If I didn’t hire you, you wouldn’t even earn fifty-eight.”

"This infuriated the helpers, who vowed never to work for their family again. Later, when they went back to farming, not a single one of them came to help, and they couldn't even hire anyone. They were dumbfounded."

"In the end, it took a lot of effort to find someone from the county town. Including travel expenses and food, it cost almost eighty yuan per person."

"This time it's much better; they'd rather hire someone in their eighties than someone in their sixties."

"The reason why his family has always been so unpopular is precisely this: they always try to take advantage of others and play tricks."

“We have no choice but to meet with him and say something. There’s no need to make things too awkward and offend him, otherwise who would talk to him?” Mao Min said with a look of disgust.

Zheng Ping grumbled a few more times and prepared to turn off the lights and go to sleep, but his phone rang again.

He picked it up and saw that it belonged to other gold prospectors in the village.

After only a few words on the phone, the person on the other end said they wanted to go gold mining with Zheng Ping and his team next time.

This person didn't try to round down the price; instead, he was very straightforward and said exactly what the price should be, not a penny less, and even if it was a little more, it wouldn't matter.

Unfortunately, no matter what they said, Zheng Ping only said one thing.

The seats were full, and he couldn't bring any more people; there was nothing he could do.

After much haggling, seeing Zheng Ping's resolute attitude and lack of any intention to budge, they could only sigh and give up.

After hanging up the phone, Zheng Ping had just cuddled Mao Min and lay down when the phone rang again a few minutes later.

"Damn it, what's wrong with me today?" Zheng Ping swore, which was rare for him, and was quite annoyed.

Anyone would be frustrated if their spellcasting was constantly interrupted at crucial moments.

When I answered the phone, it was another gold prospector from my village who wanted to reserve a seat on the bus.

Zheng Ping patiently explained for a long time that he couldn't bring it, but the other party finally shut down the phone after being given the cold shoulder.

"Turn it off," Mao Min said softly.

"close!"

Zheng Ping never turns off his phone before sleeping; this is the first time he has done so.

"Alright, these people are really annoying," Zheng Ping said irritably.

Why weren't you guys so enthusiastic before? You wouldn't even get on the bus when I called you.

It's really profitable now, everyone's scrambling to get in, it's unbelievable.

Although the phone stopped ringing, half an hour later, there was a knock on the door.

"Pingzi, Pingzi!"

"It's me! Are you home?"

"Bang bang bang bang..."

Zheng Ping suddenly raised his head, looking furious.

Seeing that the man kept banging and showed no sign of stopping, he got up and stormed out.

"Hey, don't argue with people, talk to them properly." Mao Min couldn't help but persuade him when she saw that he was about to explode.

Zheng Ping didn't say anything, but went straight to the outer room and shouted, "What is it!"

The man outside was a middle-aged man in his fifties, with dark skin, a buzz cut, and oversized, loose-fitting clothes, wearing slippers.

He looked so annoying that he wouldn't have stopped if Zheng Ping hadn't spoken up; he just kept banging on the ground.

Whether Zheng Ping slept or not was none of his business. Zheng Ping was known for being honest, and at most he would complain a few times and then leave it at that.

But if I wait until tomorrow morning, there will definitely be no spots left.

“I called you, but I couldn’t get through, so I came over to tell you.”

"You have to save me a spot in your car! We've been panning for gold together all this time, you can't forget about that!" the man shouted from outside the door.

Upon hearing that it was about this matter again, Zheng Ping's anger flared up.

Calling late at night is one thing, but coming to bang on the door when the call won't go through?

What time is it? It's almost midnight. Do you think you don't need to sleep? Can't you talk about it tomorrow?

"Do you think I don't need to sleep? You're banging on my door at midnight! Don't you have a heart?!"

"Can't you say it tomorrow? Why do you have to say it now?" Zheng Ping shouted angrily.

The man outside the door, upon hearing Zheng Ping's words, showed no fear; instead, he spoke with conviction.

"I called you but couldn't get through. I know what happened. Your phone is off too."

"Isn't it because I was in a hurry? Otherwise, would I have come over in the middle of the night?"

To be honest, he's just a bully who picks on the weak and fears the strong. He knows Zheng Ping is always honest and easy to bully, which is why he dares to say such things and still has such a stubborn mouth.

If it were Chen Feng, even if you gave him a hundred times the courage, he wouldn't dare to bang on Chen Feng's door in the middle of the night.

Let alone midnight, he wouldn't dare do it even during the day.

If you dare to bang on Chen Feng's door in the middle of the night, he will definitely rush out of the house with a shovel, point his finger at you, and curse you from one end of the village to the other, insulting your ancestors for eighteen generations.

If you dare say another word, I'll definitely hit you with a shovel.