Jiang Mingyue pushed aside the hay, and inside was a bundle of ten bills secured with a rubber band.
A thousand per stack, easy to count. Jiang Mingyue took one look and put it in her basket, then handed the basket back to Du Shouqiang.
"It's all correct. Pleasure doing business with you, Da Qiang."
Having completed the task given by Brother Pan, Da Qiang also breathed a sigh of relief. While instructing his men to load the goods into the vehicle, he sheepishly scratched his head, seeming hesitant to speak.
This Qiangzi was different from the one at the black market before, quite endearing. Jiang Mingyue was patient, giving him a chance to speak up.
"Mr. Jiang, that, that braised meat of yours, do you still have any?"
Jiang Mingyue almost laughed and took out a piece from her space, "Still have some, it was meant for a relative, hasn't been cut yet. You're in luck, kid."
"Wait, Mr. Jiang, how much? I'll pay you."
