Eight thousand seven hundred and fifty yuan!
Everyone present, except for Cheng Hao and Ling Dong who already knew, was absolutely stunned.
Xu Nianhua hadn't calculated carefully before, but now that she heard the price, she was just as shocked.
Xu Nian'an had done the math, but when he actually heard the amount, his heart skipped a beat.
"But the costs are quite high, too," Pei Yicheng explained.
Wu Meili and Uncle Jiang said they had things to do and left. They're just workers, so they'd rather not listen to these matters.
Pei Yicheng and the others went into the factory, and Xu Nianhua handed over last month's account book, along with a warehouse inventory log and another book recording purchases. Her elegant handwriting kept everything clear and organized.
Right on time, everyone calculated the accounts together. After deducting the costs, paying Wu Meili and Uncle Jiang's wages, and Cheng Hao's money, the final profit reached two thousand five hundred yuan.
