If it were before, she'd only dare to double or maybe triple the price at most, but now, hanging out with He Yiran, her whole outlook's expanded. She can even slap an 800,000 price tag on that jar of face cream, thirty milliliters per jar, so why not price her tea higher? By her standards, she'd probably start at several hundred thousand or even a million, so setting it at ten thousand per jin doesn't even seem extreme.
However, even someone as loaded as Fan Tianyu hasn't leveled up his mindset yet—ten thousand a jin for tea is way out of his league. The moment Mei Mengzhen mentioned that price, he got so shocked he stalled the car as soon as he started it.
Mei Mengzhen grinned, "Don't be so surprised, Brother Tianyu. I once drank a single brick of tea that He Yiran gave me. Guess how much it cost?"
"Definitely not cheap—you can just tell me," he couldn't guess.
