This response left Lian Xinying momentarily unable to react.
"One what? One hundred, one thousand, or... ten thousand? If you dare to say ten thousand, I'm not going to listen! Even if your clothes were bought for a hundred thousand, you can't sell them for ten thousand! Even if your clothes still look new, they're second-hand since you've worn them. I said we're doing a big sale!"
Lian Xinying reasoned with Yan Ye.
After hearing her reasoning, Yan Ye raised a finger and repeated his words, "1, one yuan."
Lian Xinying: "..."
She felt like she was going to spit blood.
Yan Ye said his old clothes, or whatever, would be sold for one yuan.
That wouldn't be profitable at all.
After all, what can you do with one yuan?
Currently, it's probably only good for coaxing Miaomiao because Xiaocheng already knows the value of money.
Xiaocheng probably wouldn't want it for one yuan.
And Miaomiao probably wouldn't want it for one yuan either.
