They must have been ridden by a donkey to think that Big Playboy Mu is a reclusive genius! This city-slicker really knows no bounds!
"Wait a second, did you just say these flowers and herbs wouldn't bring in much money?" Mu Hanyan suddenly turned his head to ask Che Xiang.
Che Xiang was stunned for a moment, then nodded bewilderingly, unable to grasp the context, "Yes, these won't sell for much."
"Not much means still some money, right?" Mu Hanyan caught another meaning in that sentence.
Che Xiang finally understood what Mu Hanyan meant. His mouth twitched as he reluctantly said, "Yes, it can still make a little money..."
"Well then, that settles it. Hurry up and pack everything, move faster. Even a tiny mosquito is still meat!" Mu Hanyan said with cold eyes to the others, before he himself sat down on a flat large stone, leisurely swinging his feet and giving orders.
