Once they had sold all their flowers, they looked at the sack of money they had earned, feeling as though it wasn't real—just a pile of paper.
Ming Cheng said, "I never thought I'd see the day when someone would carry money in a sack."
Zhuang Zhixi replied, "Well, now you have."
He then asked, "Father-in-law, have the goods been loaded onto the truck?"
Ming Xiangdong nodded. "They were loaded the day after we arrived."
Zhuang Zhixi agreed. "Then let's check out and leave now. What do you think?"
They had flooded the market with nearly a hundred pots of flowers. While it seemed like a lot, in such a massive market, it wasn't particularly noticeable. Still, they had sold fifty pots earlier, and today the three of them had cleared dozens more. While the sales were spread out, someone sharp might still catch on.
