Chapter 248
- “What kind of stuff is that cheap?” Francis was curious. “Bird’s nest?”
- Zhang Ximan shook her head hard. “Nine bucks ninety. It’s probably just syrup. Back when I was on camera, I wouldn’t dare sell this. Xing Dazhi’s got guts.”
- Sierra scoffed. “Nine ninety is probably still a fifty-percent margin. He’s clearly milking his audience, but he spins it like he’s paying out of pocket, doing his fans a favor.”