On the day Liu Bai and Liu Fei set off with the last thousand book boxes, Bai Shan personally drove a carriage to the stationery factory to pick up the stationery gift boxes he needed.
"Why are there only six hundred and twenty-five?"
Seeing the goods, Bai Shan's face darkened, "I said in my letter, the more the better. Why did you only prepare this much for me?"
Qin Yao raised an eyebrow, pointing to the amount filling two carts, and retorted, "You think this is too little?"
Earlier, she had given him fifty pieces, and he thought that was too much.
"Oh come on!" Bai Shan was on the verge of tears, "Blame me, blame me. It's all my fault for not making it clear to you. What I meant was, with this stationery gift box, we can go for a long-term supply now."
Qin Yao certainly understood his meaning, but since Bai Shan hadn't come in person, she dared not set up a separate production line for him based only on the four words "the more the better" in his letter.
