The siblings brought a total of twenty-seven kilograms of Black spirit ginseng, and Yang Fan splurged almost thirty thousand yuan in one go.
Today's expenditures broke one hundred thousand smoothly.
If this scale of business had been proposed in the past, Yang Fan wouldn't have even dared to think about it.
But now, this had almost become his daily routine.
He finally understood how Old Zhou, despite his eyes being bloodshot, still stared fixedly at his phone, timing each second as he received deliveries—the stakes were so high that it was impossible not to feel tense.
After settling the bill, the jubilant siblings left.
With an income of twenty-seven thousand, it was clearly a significant sum for them.
This was truly a windfall.
Bai Mengzhu came out from inside, glanced quickly at Yang Fan, and said, "Hurry up and get busy with your stuff, no more thinking about crooked schemes, you're making my food go cold."
"Okay, as you say." Yang Fan replied very obediently.