"Hey, Second Brother! How's the battle going at our cattle ranch today?"
Jiang Tao was eating grapes, looking casual as he said:
"It's alright. Earlier, Uncle called and said we sold 68 head of cattle, totaling just over 1.13 million yuan."
"How much???"
Upon hearing his brother's words, Jiang Bing's mouth dropped open wide enough to swallow her fist.
"Is 1.13 million a lot?"
Jiang Tao continued eating grapes, his expression as if he were talking about 113 yuan.
After all, his previous dealings with gold sales and compensation for the Mercedes once brought in over 4.7 million in a day, nearly 5 million.
1.13 million was just sales revenue; after costs, the profit was at most a bit over 500,000 yuan.
To him, it really was no big deal.
"Second Brother, I've discovered you're quite talented at showing off! I'll give you full points for this showoff!"
"1.13 million! Selling 1.13 million in a day is pretty amazing, isn't it!"
