"Well, what do you think..." Old Wang rubbed his fingers together, and it couldn't be called a hint anymore, it was an outright suggestion.
Actually, he didn't have to give anything, after all, Su Yinhe had already given him two bags of rice.
Old Wang felt that it was already quite generous, and these could be given to Su Yinhe.
But Old Wang believed that a man should have dreams, otherwise what's the difference between him and a salted fish?
What if Su Yinhe was even more generous? Then his family would have enough food for two years.
"Would five bags of rice be okay?" Su Yinhe looked over and saw that the jewelry Old Wang brought today was more than double that of yesterday.
Su Yinhe offered him the same amount as yesterday.
"Five bags!" Old Wang almost shouted out, but he immediately remembered where he was and, fearing others might target him, quickly lowered his voice.
"Five bags?" Old Wang wondered if he had heard wrong.