At that moment, Essie took it upon herself to bargain with the venders by the roadside.
"Sir, it's already noon and look at you vegetables. The leaves are turning yellow and the stems are withering. If you don't sell it at 1.5 per kilogram, no one would buy it. Besides, the governor has already sent his men to patrol around the streets," she urged with her arms crossed. Back then, Essie was used to bargaining for her ingredients in the wet market, so this came naturally for her. Hearing her latter words, the street vendor sighed. "Fine. Deal."
Essie grinned, displaying two dimples on the sides of her cheeks. Zac resisted the urge to snort. He didn't expect her to be so stingy that she actually put some effort in convincing the man to cut the price in half, but he liked a woman who valued her money. As long as she was willing to cooperate with him, he would definitely give her a considerable compensation for her time with him.
Essie picked up three kilograms and gave the seller twenty dollars. The seller handed her 18.5 dollars, three dollars more than what she should've gotten. She handed him the extra. "You gave me an extra three dollars, sir," she explained kindly.
The man smiled. "There's not a lot of people who are as honest as you, you know."
"Honest money attracts honest customers," she stated.
Zac's lips twitched, satisfied with her doing.
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