Back at the stall location, Zhou Xufang had Jiang Zhi place the winter bamboo shoots on her tricycle.
"Jiang Zhi, are you in a hurry to get home?"
"No rush."
Zhou Xufang looked at the four bags of bamboo shoots and was a bit at a loss. Neither she nor Jiang Zhi knew how to cook; taking the shoots home would be pointless. "So, can we sell the bamboo shoots before we head home?" she wondered. "Two yuan per catty should attract some buyers."
If they couldn't sell them, then one yuan would do, or even fifty cents.
Jiang Zhi said they didn't need to set up a stall; he had a plan: "Bao Yi's uncle is in the catering business, we can sell to him." He also mentioned, "We can sell for four yuan per catty."
Hmm, Jiang Zhi was quite the cunning merchant.
Zhou Xufang nodded emphatically like she was pounding garlic: "Sounds good."
She thought, Mr. Xue is a wealthy man, and his uncle must be wealthy too; she liked making money off wealthy people.
Suddenly—
