Kang Cheng chuckled and said, "If he doesn't make money, why do business at all? With the rent, labor, service, and the rarity of genuine wild ginseng, even if you have money it's hard to get. If he charges a bit extra to make some profit, isn't that normal?"
Huang Xiaolu was speechless. She could only sigh inwardly that she, the so-called second-generation rich, truly was not living up to the name. Here, even a bowl of porridge felt expensive, and it was indeed quite expensive, too pricey to enjoy.
Poverty truly limits one's imagination!
She used to think she was someone with money, but compared to those who frequently spend here, she really was just a poor person.
"Brother, how come you have a membership card here?" Huang Xiaolu asked curiously.
