The tea at her house is all pretty expensive, but she's tasted this particular tea herself—none of the others come close in flavor, and after drinking it she always feels super comfortable all over. So when she said "a million per pound," she was just blurting it out; she honestly had no idea. "I'm not really sure about the market, maybe I should ask around?"
He Yiran was going on and on, but Mei Mengzhen only caught one sentence: a million per pound, right? She was utterly stunned. She and Fan Tianyu were planning to sell it for ten thousand a bag, and over here He Yiran was casually tossing around a million per pound? What kind of absurd, sky-high price is that?
"What's wrong? Is a million per pound too little? I thought it wasn't that high, so I said I'd check and see." He Yiran didn't get a reply from Mei Mengzhen and naturally assumed the price was a bit low, but seeing Mei Mengzhen's expression, maybe it wasn't what she thought.
