"That's no problem, I'll give it to you at cost," Shen Chi sighed in relief. "Uncle, you just need to come pick it up once a month. If it's not enough, give me a call."
"I can't accept cost price, you still put effort into adjusting it. Business is business," Mr. Jiang countered. "For every pound of this special MSG, I'll give you a profit of one yuan."
"Just agree to it, Xiao Guai. Dad's breakfast stall makes a good profit, he's not being generous for no reason. If he gives you one, he's certain to earn ten," Jiang Xiaomei hurriedly persuaded when she saw Lin Xiaoguai was about to shake her head.
Hearing this, Lin Xiaoguai couldn't help but laugh and cry, but ultimately she agreed.
She thought it made sense. A breakfast stall using up ten pounds of MSG in a month was the most it would need. Spread out over each day, it meant earning just over thirty cents less, which really wasn't much for a breakfast stall.
