Erlu couldn't distinguish between first-class and second-class goods; he was now focused on selling the yams as soon as possible.
Summer made a phone call, and a group of people came and started unloading the yams.
The two donkeys brought a total of 30,000 catties of yams.
Summer opened the safe, took out the money, counted it, and then pushed a stack of money in front of Erlv.
Erlv nodded; the number was correct. He bowed and scraped, saying, "Thank you, boss lady."
Erlu's heart was ice-cold; he never expected that he could only earn seven cents for a pound of yam.
I earned a total of 2,100 yuan from 30,000 jin of yams.
Luckily, we didn't have to pay for shipping; otherwise, we would have worked for nothing.
However, earning 2,100 is not bad.
As soon as Erlv came downstairs, a man wearing a red armband walked over and asked, "This..."
Whose yam is this?
Erlu quickly replied, "It's mine."
The man wearing a red armband asked, "How many kilograms of yams are there in total?"
"Thirty thousand catties."
When Erlu saw that the man was wearing a red armband, he became a little timid.
Generally speaking, people who wear red armbands are people with important connections.
"Pay the tax, it'll be a thousand dollars in total."
Erlv was startled and asked in a panic, "Do we have to pay taxes?"
"You run a business and you don't even know what tax is?"
"I...I know..."
Erlu quickly took out a thousand yuan and handed it to the man wearing a red armband.
He muttered to himself, "My God, after paying the taxes, there's only 1,100 yuan in profit left."
Just as the truck left the gate of Jiufa Company, it was suddenly stopped by a middle-aged woman.
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