"This second-grade charcoal is obviously worth ten cents a pound. I haven't bought it since I looked at it."

Yang Huaming raised his neck and said.

"My mother sent me to buy charcoal for burning in Yongxian House at home."

Yang Hualin glared at Yang Huaming angrily.

"You got this charcoal from a shady source, and it's not a big quantity. It won't be easy to sell in the town."

"I think you are a brother, so I help you out. You have to give me some errand fees."

"If you think the price is low, find a way out on your own."

Yang Hualin turned around to go back to the house. Yang Huaming gritted his teeth and said, "It's done, five cents is five cents."

Even the bag and charcoal were given to Yang Hualin.

Yang Hualin paid twenty-five cents and sent Yang Huaming away.

Yang Huaming returned to the house carrying the charcoal bag.

Yang pulled him aside and asked him carefully.

After listening to Yang Hualin's words, Mr. Yang looked unhappy.

Then he scolded Yang Hualin, "It's hard to sell even five pounds of charcoal in my brother's shop. You're doing a loss-making business and you're still a monkey."

Yang Hualin said with a smile, "I accept his charcoal, of course it will be useful."

"Didn't you say you were going to Lao Mu's house for a meeting later?"

"It's not like I'm going empty-handed. I just happened to have this charcoal with me."

"Just say it's for Zichuan to warm up his books at night. Widow Liu will definitely be happy." Yang Hualin said.

Upon hearing this, Yang also beamed.
Chapter completed!