Entering the interior of the Fine Workshop, Su Mo lowered his voice. "Didn't they think about giving up a bit more of their profit to the workers? At least to secure their baseline?"
"Easier said than done." Sun Quan shook his head and sighed. "The maximum yield of Starfire No.3 is only about two thousand catties per mu. Given this year's growth, averaging eighteen hundred and fifty is already good. Plus, to crush their competition, these grain stores hiked the territory's Recycling Price all the way up to eighteen hundred catties. Their profit margin is only around fifty catties per mu.
"Fifty catties! Based on the points offered by Freedom Grain Store, they've already yielded about forty-eight catties of profit to the workers. How can they give up any more!"
A profit of a mere two catties was absolute nonsense in previous years. Sun Quan sighed again, not knowing if he was lamenting the harms of malicious competition or worrying about the future of the territory's commerce.
