"Fifty yuan??"
The people in the courtyard were stunned by Yan Xiecheng's demand. Fifty yuan for three chickens? Everyone knew that three chickens only cost six yuan at the market. Now, Yan Xiecheng was asking for fifty right out of the gate? It was simply too much.
"Yan Xiecheng, you're asking for way too much. Why don't you just go rob someone instead?" Qin Huairu finally couldn't hold back.
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