"Selling."
Song Tan was quite generous this time: "It's just a bit pricey, and there are other bidders. If you can afford it, then fine."
The director, having lived a good life, originally wanted to boast that money was no issue. But recalling the 44-a-piece peach blossoms, he cautiously held back and simply asked:
"How much per pound?"
"Well..." Song Tan thought for a moment, "It's not yet the time to slaughter, so the price isn't set, but it won't be less than 80 per pound minimum—oh, I mean the gross weight."
"80 for gross weight?!"
The director jumped up instantly: "Why don't you just rob it? Beef prices have dropped this year; gross weight is down to 8 bucks! Even supermarkets sell it for just 25!"
For some reason, although this director was indeed a director, there was always a sense of humor in his words and actions.
Song Tan couldn't help teasing him a bit more at the moment, so he said with a smile: "As you said, robbing isn't as quick a way to make money."
