"Sell it?"
After the old men and women came over, Qiao Qiao gave everyone a price as usual.
“Sell, sell, sell!”
The old lady, unaware of the dangers of the world, smiled and nodded frantically.
Qiao Qiao was satisfied and turned to ask Doctor Xiao Tang, "How much do you plan to give?"
Doctor Xiao Tang is a sincere man. "I can give you 110,000 yuan."
"very good!"
Qiao Qiao clapped her hands and asked Erya to bring a basket over.
She took the 110,000 yuan from Dr. Tang, put it in her own basket, took out another 80,000 yuan from the basket, handed it to the aunt, and collected a 30,000 yuan agency fee in broad daylight.
Aunt: “…”
The smile on the aunt's face gradually disappeared.
Even Erya, who was holding the basket, couldn't help but hold up her forehead and said, "Sister Xiao Qiao, you're too obvious. It's really easy to hurt someone."
"Oh, sorry."
"I haven't made any money in a long time. I'm really a little excited."
Qiao Qiao had a serious expression and corrected his mistakes as soon as he realized them.
"Well, I'll have Dr. Tang go to Uncle Li's house and quietly quote the price. I'll try not to let you know how much I charged as a commission."
"How's that? Does this make you feel better?"
Qiao Qiao asked very sincerely.
Villager: “…”
Villagers also have their own information network.
They were originally very grateful to Qiao Qiao, the hero who helped them break the town's medicinal herb monopoly. But now, they looked at the ginseng in their hands and the large bamboo basket filled with money behind Qiao Qiao, and suddenly felt that this gratitude...
It’s really better not to send it!
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