"What! A million a year!"
Uncle Zhang almost jumped up, his eyes as wide as saucers, completely stunned.
Ye Fei smiled and nodded, "Uncle Zhang, it's just a million. This supermarket, it will definitely make a lot of money. I'm planning to invest two million to build this supermarket, and I'm sure I'll earn it back."
Despite what Ye Fei said, Uncle Zhang couldn't bring himself to be happy.
He started doing the math to himself.
"A million a year, that's over eighty thousand a month. That breaks down to two thousand seven hundred a day, and that's pure profit. This..."
The villagers watching Uncle Zhang's shocked expression burst into laughter.
"Old Zhang, are you flabbergasted? Making two thousand seven a day, you've got to sell at least twenty thousand dollars worth of goods."
"In our tiny little village, where do you sell twenty thousand dollars worth of goods every day? Everyone in the village spending twenty a day, do you think that's possible?"
