Shen Wenhao really had his mind set on the grapes he saw in the morning, and was not there to pick a fight. Hearing her words, he pulled out his wallet, "Keep ten pounds for me, how much per pound? I'll come to pick them up at nine o'clock tomorrow."
Tong Wen, "Twenty yuan per pound."
"Twenty?" Shen Wenhao flared up.
Just as he was about to lose his temper, Meng Chuyue, with her back to him, spoke loudly, "Xiao Tong, Xiao Xia, tomorrow's high-quality grapes, apples, and oranges are bigger than last time. The price for all of them has increased by five yuan, now twenty-five yuan per pound.
However, this year's candidates can enjoy a 20% discount with their admission ticket. Since you've agreed to give this customer a price of twenty yuan per pound, then his ten pounds should be priced at twenty yuan per pound."
