"How much is 'too much' exactly?" Old Zhao was a bit disgruntled.
Song Tan thought for a moment: "Let's put it this way, the price they're offering is monopoly pricing, for exclusive dealing. What I'm giving you falls under a favor due to our friendship."
Old Zhao instantly felt bitter: "Why do the rich always get so much and yet none of them is me?"
But then he quickly realized something: "The monopoly's over your family's stuff, right? Can the stuff grown by the villagers count?"
Song Tan pointed at the greenhouse visible from the courtyard: "With just that tiny plot of land, what can I supply during winter? I definitely need the village's produce to fulfill the orders!"
Old Zhao had no comeback and could only mutter resentfully: "I've already presold 476 pounds of Kudzu Root Powder, this time I want 800 pounds."
"Sure!" Song Tan agreed readily: "Then hurry to the mountain, pay the money first. Otherwise, Qiaoqiao will sell it all in the live stream shortly."
