The old man was illiterate and didn't understand what Su Yuanyuan meant.
"Young woman, how about this, you give me five yuan per book for these twenty-six books.
If you think I'm asking for too much, just give whatever you think is right."
Su Yuanyuan shook her head, "Auntie, that's not what I meant. For these twenty-six books, I'll give you twenty yuan each. Maybe I'm offering too little, but this is already the highest price I can offer."
"It's not too little, as long as I can exchange it for money. They're of no use in my hands and I can't keep them safe."
Su Yuanyuan nodded and took out the money, handing over a total of six hundred and twenty yuan.
"Young woman, if someone asks you, could you say you paid less?" the old lady said hesitantly.
"No problem, just say it was twenty yuan in total; no one will suspect anything. After all, no one really wants these things anymore, and you'd get no more than two cents a pound at the recycling station now."
