Sun Lijuan, of course, understood what Zhou Jinzhu was thinking and gritted her teeth in hatred. Why was it her turn for this kind of job? Even with a technical school diploma, she could only get into a factory. What was so great about that little bitch?
Zhao Xiuxia, on the other hand, was very calm: "Zhou Jinzhu, this time we want eight hundred for the bride price. You know, our Sun Chan can make money, and she's getting prettier too."
Zhou Jinzhu glared and shouted, "Are you trying to extort us? Can you raise the price at the last minute?"
"If you're not willing, we'll introduce her to someone else. Anyway, someone like her is in demand, and a widower in Houshan Village is willing to offer nine hundred! Even buying a mule costs a lot!" Sun Lijuan sneered.
Zhou Jinzhu thought it over. Yes, with her looks, she could do farm work and make money, more suitable than a mule.
