"I never thought I would sell something so cheap."
Song Tan looked at the link Zhang Yanping had prepared, her expression distant and reflective.
"Nonsense," the underworld cousin disagreed:
"These are links to other people's stores, ours is still upscale as always—besides, the packing fees, postage, and labor costs are all applied for by Secretary Xiaozu from above, and our price is still based on 6.2 yuan per gram... where's the cheapness? It's not cheap at all."
"They're charging 12.9 yuan per item, and that includes packaging labor and express delivery, not to mention the cost of customer service after the sale..."
Zhang Yanping began to take pride: "Since you're family, I guess you won't mind me picking up another side job, right?"
There are no young people left in the village now, so customer service work is temporarily handed over to Zhang Yanping, who only has to monitor the messaging backend, 1000 yuan a month.
