"I contacted a canning factory, and their company has contracted for all the yellow peaches from this orchard. Here's the thirty thousand yuan deposit the factory manager gave me."
As Sang Ning spoke, she gave the plastic bag a shake, making the RMB inside rustle noisily.
Director Sun continued to stare with wide-eyed shock, completely speechless. Meanwhile, Sang Ning casually placed the black plastic bag on the ground and pulled out a thick stack of RMB, beginning to count.
While counting, she also calculated aloud for Director Sun: "My family owes 2,080 yuan. Shen Yi's family and Song Shiye owe 1,040 yuan each. Plus the cost of the yellow peaches for all the guests, it totals 7,760 yuan. Here's the deal—I'll round it up to 8,000 yuan for you. That's pretty generous, isn't it?"
The truck driver had already gotten off and was walking toward the orchard with the workers. As he approached Sang Ning, he asked, "Miss Sang, this is the orchard, right?"
