He Juan pulled away Qin Xiangmei's hand, her face also grew tense.
"Xiang Mei, we agreed on cash-and-carry."
"I know," Qin Xiangmei leaned over the table, very anxious, "but isn't there someone who wants to buy it, and we could earn an extra 500 yuan, don't you want it?"
"Of course, I do," He Juan averted her gaze, "but the screen, someone has already taken it away, how can we get it back?"
"It can be taken back even if it's gone, right?" Qin Xiangmei was desperate, "When you buy something, there's always the option to return it. If we sold it, we just ask for it back. At worst, we give them an extra 100 to 200 yuan for their loss, I'm sure they won't be at a loss," but as she said this, Qin Xiangmei didn't know how painful her heart was, fearing that she'd have to spend another 100 to 200 yuan, all because of this He Juan, why act so quickly, and if she can't make that ten thousand yuan, she'll see how she'll deal with He Juan.
