Looking at Han Qiwu's curious expression, the peddler chuckled and explained, "Don't even think about it. This is not for sale; I rely on this thing to make a living."
"Alright then." Han Qiwu grinned. "You've already eaten the goods, so let's start settling the bill now."
"Hold up, hold up. If you sell it to me at six hundred per piece, don't expect me to give you a discount." The peddler said while eating and waving his hand dismissively.
Last time he went home angrier the more he thought about it.
The wild yams were sold for six hundred apiece, and he didn't even get to eat one himself.
They were all given to the pig!
"Don't bring up money; it's too divisive!" Han Qiwu walked over, slinging an arm around the peddler's shoulder, and said with a cheerful smile, "How about this: consider these yams a gift from me. Later, you can give me a 20% discount. Sound good?"
Han Qiwu knew well that shady deals like last time couldn't happen too often. Once was enough.
