Half an hour's work tires you out?
Fan Tianyu couldn't help but chuckle, "You're making it sound like you've never suffered a day in your life."
"Nonsense, of course I've suffered! But this half an hour is even more exhausting than doing two exam papers. Don't argue with me—I got so muddled counting money just now my brain almost fried."
"How much did we make anyway?"
They pulled their cart toward home, Fan Tianyu curious. A bunch of people had come by, all dropping one or two hundred each—had to be a decent profit.
"Yeah, both loads basically sold at about that price, so we made two to three grand. But after subtracting costs, it's not as much. We didn't have real equipment, just dragged these two carts for a quick sale and that's it—not much time even spent hustling. Brother Tianyu, if you really want to do this, you should drive here to sell veggies. You could make several trips a day, haul way more crates each time."
