The uncle took off his straw hat and looked at them.
"Two hundred."
Guan Yu: "One hundred fifty."
Uncle: "Two hundred."
Mu Qiu: "One hundred sixty. When doing business, it's important to make a good connection, at worst you charge us one hundred sixty per person and the three people behind you charge two hundred forty per person, wouldn't that still match your average of two hundred per person?"
Guan Yu and Shu Ran looked at her with admiration; bargaining actually has this format, sacrificing others' interests to lower one's own costs—truly high.
The uncle seemed a bit tempted, and the quick-witted Guan Yu took advantage of Mu Qiu's words and kept persuading.
"Make it one hundred sixty, it's a lucky number, and the three of us are light, in terms of volume and weight, we really are only sixty to seventy percent of the people behind. Charging us at a lower price and them at a higher price is only fair. Just one hundred sixty, I'm paying, Uncle."
