"So, what's your number?" Zhen Yu pressed hard. As soon as she heard 'can't sell' instead of 'can't come,' she was delighted! There's a chance!
Brother Zhang, overwhelmed by Zhen Yu's barrage of rapid-fire questions, got nervous and quickly responded, "Ten percent off!"
Zhen Yu recited her multiplication tables effortlessly, "Six times nine is fifty-four, so how about five thousand!"
"This price really can't work! Little sister!" Brother Zhang was almost in tears, do you think it was easy for him to strike this big deal?
This little rascal! She's slashing hundreds off, one after the other! It's like cutting out his heart!
"Really can't work?!" Zhen Yu didn't quite believe it.
Brother Zhang's eyes widened, look into my eyes! "Really! It really can't work!"
Zhen Yu quickly came up with a solution.
