"How much? Thirty thousand?"
When she heard the price, Lan's mother, who had just been thinking the belt looked quite nice, instantly widened her eyes.
Thirty thousand yuan.
For a belt.
Forget people from the countryside, even most city folks wouldn't be able to accept that.
She'd specially lugged over those oranges that only ripen once a year—how much were they a jin?
This year's purchase price seemed to be twenty-five cents.
Calculated like that, how many jin of oranges would this one belt be worth?
"What are you yelling for. Keep your voice down."
Wu Guangjiang was actually quite calm, or rather, he had no choice but to be; the salesgirl was standing right there, and if she saw them making a scene, how embarrassing would that be.
"It's too expensive."
Lan's mother secretly tugged on her man's arm. It wasn't that she was unwilling to spend money on their son, it was just that her sense of value simply couldn't accept it.
