Yang Caiyun quickly said, "About five hundred pounds a day."
"Five hundred pounds?"
The vendor was taken aback.
This figure definitely caught him by surprise.
"Haha, what's wrong, boss? Is the fish from your farm not enough?" Chen Yang asked, smiling.
The vendor paused for a moment, not answering Chen Yang right away. He did some quick calculations in his head and then said, "Well, my fish farm isn't that large, but if it's a long-term supply you need, I can source it for you. The condition, though, is that we sign a contract for mutual assurance."
Upon hearing this, Yang Caiyun immediately responded, "That's not a problem. As long as the price is reasonable and you can deliver, we can sign a contract."
Regarding the river fish business, Chen Yang wasn't very familiar, so he let Yang Caiyun handle the responses without saying much himself.
