Yun Miao completely understood, nodding persistently, "Don't worry, I know, I understand."
Touching the bed and the craftsmanship, Yun Miao was so tempted that her drool was about to fall.
Holding Wen Ran's hand, she pleaded, "I know your family isn't short on money, but if the old man could help me make a bed, I'd be willing to double the price."
A hundred?
Even a hundred would require some consideration.
In the next sentence, Yun Miao directly offered, "A thousand, how about that?"
Wen Ran: "???"
She was a bit dumbfounded.
Wait, is this wood worth a thousand bucks?
When she bought the yard, it only cost two to three thousand each, a wooden bed for a thousand bucks?
Damn it, this old lady will fight to the end with you rich people.
Seeing Wen Ran not responding, Yun Miao started playing the emotional card, holding Wen Ran's hand, rocking back and forth, acting spoiled.
