Ning Luo sat on the sofa, looking curiously at the little figure in front of her.
The little figure carefully placed the blanket on the table before looking up:
"Uncle, why ask so many questions? Tuanzi likes it!"
The little man's words actually meant very little: he really liked the cup in Ning Luo's hand, so he bought it!
It's that simple!
Just like before, after meeting that group of cronies with Ye Lao Er, I took a liking to the colorful bottles of wine in the cabinet. It wasn't that I actually wanted to drink them.
Throughout history, there have been many people who enjoy collecting.
My little one currently only likes these items, which is why I'm so generous in spending money to buy them.
Ning Luo chuckled:
"Alright, if you want to buy it, that's fine. But little guy, do you know how much I spent to get this set of cups custom-made?"
Customization means that it is not available on the general market.
Since it's extraordinary, its price must also be extraordinary.
A simple truth that even a petty person can understand:
"Uncle, how much did you pay for it?" I asked.
Ning Luo was amused by the little guy's serious attitude in actually wanting to buy it. She leaned back on the sofa and said, word by word:
"It's not that expensive, a cup costs about fifty dollars."
After all, that set of wine glasses cost five figures in RMB.
If outsiders knew this, they'd think, "It's just a drinking cup, yet it costs hundreds of RMB. They must have money to burn!"
Will taking a sip make you an immortal or something?
What an idiot!
However, everyone has a different attitude towards life and different pursuits. Some people like to pursue this kind of luxury, and Ning Luo, as the young master of the Yan Gang, has the means to do so, doesn't he?
How much is fifty dollars?
The little man frowned as he asked the question.
Ning Luo burst into laughter:
"I forgot, there's an exchange rate between the US dollar and the RMB. Hmm, fifty US dollars is about three points at the current exchange rate, let's say four points, which is exactly 200 RMB."
The little man clearly gasped, his eyes darting to the cup in front of him: This actually costs 200 yuan?
He started doing the math in his head: two hundred yuan would require four fifty-yuan notes, four notes in total!
Clearly, the little guy was heartbroken again.
Ning Luo didn't say much, but her gaze remained fixed on the little figure with great interest. Then, as if suddenly remembering something:
"Oh right, little one, you just paid me to carry you in. If I remember correctly, you even paid double the price to have me carry you in, right?"
Um... I nodded.
That's absolutely right.
Ning Luo sat up and ran her hand through the stray hairs on her head:
"Since we're on the topic, may I ask how much you'd charge me for a hug, little one?"
The little guy didn't hesitate at all this time, and decisively said the price he had already calculated in his mind: "Three yuan at most, no more!"
Three pieces?
Upon hearing the price, Ning Luo nearly bit her tongue.
So, is what you hold in your arms so worthless?
Three yuan, and that's the most I can offer?
"What if it doubles?" he asked persistently.
Six pieces!
So you just doubled the price?
For just six yuan, you can have the young master of the prestigious Yan Gang carry you into his home, and then he'll have to provide you with his own tea, pastries, fruit, and snacks... Is it a profit or a loss?
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