Taoyuan Square, Night is not bright.
"Fanfan, morning!"
As soon as he entered, Wen He, holding a freshly brewed cup of coffee, greeted Zhang Fan with a sweet smile.
"Sister Wen, was that He Fei just now? What did he come here for?" Zhang Fan leaned in and couldn't help but ask.
"Discussing business... The cast iron pot ash that Little Gourd purchased before was ordered by him."
Saying this, Wen He glanced at Jiang Hu beside her.
"Oh, by the way, the boss wants you to add twenty pounds of carbon powder in."
"Hmm!?" Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment.
How much is carbon powder per pound?
The cast iron pot ash Jiang Hu collected sells for five thousand yuan a pound, and ten pounds of carbon powder means a clear profit of a hundred thousand yuan.
"This... feels a bit conscience-less, doesn't it..."
"The boss says, if money is gone, you can still earn it back. If your conscience is gone, you'll earn even more..." Wen He patted Jiang Hu on the head, "Remember to do as told."
