Ye Shiqi said that she wouldn't sell the fishing rods for money, so these friends could only have Li Zhijun make an offer for how much one fishing rod would cost.
Li Zhijun, with his mental abacus, felt that rarity adds value, and thought that the value of a single fishing rod didn't seem high.
I just mentioned the expense of this bamboo, his labor, his young niece's labor; all these costs need to be included.
"To say I'm selling you the fishing rods, I really feel a bit embarrassed, but if you insist on having me make them, I can't produce so many fishing rods in a day to sell to you all," he said.
Li Zhijun made it to this point and seemed troubled as he sighed,
"Normally, the labor and material costs should be cheaper, and I would have to charge ten silver taels, but since you all are friends of my niece, I should give you a better deal.
Let's make it eight taels of silver per fishing rod! I hope you'll go back and promote our estate!"
