After all, there are very few people who know their stuff, and even fewer who are willing to pay for it.

He had just wandered around the bustling street, but no one paid him any attention.

He was already mentally prepared that if no one asked again, he would just take it home and cook it himself.

Unexpectedly,

It's surprising to encounter such a discerning customer at the entrance of such a deserted freight company.

"You have quite a lot of morel mushrooms in that basket, don't you?"

The middle-aged man looked at the bamboo basket in Wang Qian's hand again and asked, "How much is this?"

"How much can you offer?" Wang Qian asked again.

He only knew that wild morel mushrooms were expensive.

But he had no idea how expensive it would be, or what price it should fetch in this day and age.

How many pounds is in this basket?

"Three catties and one ounce."

Wang Qian answered truthfully.

After buying it from Yang Laowu, he even weighed it. Excluding the weight of the basket, the morel mushrooms did indeed weigh three jin and one liang.

"That's quite a lot!"

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, then said, "How about this, I'll offer eighty yuan per jin, can you sell it to me?"

"this……"

Wang Qian was a little frightened.

I had guessed that wild morel mushrooms would be expensive, but I didn't expect them to be this expensive.

Eighty yuan a pound!

In this era of low prices, it's practically comparable to gold.

"What? You think it's not enough?"

Seeing that Wang Qian did not agree immediately, the middle-aged man said again, "Then it's one hundred yuan per catty, that's the most I can offer."

Wang Qian: "..."

Not wanting the middle-aged man to notice his shock, he hesitated for a moment, then nodded reluctantly, "One hundred yuan it is, deal!"