He Changping was hopping mad. "Whose jujubes cost ten yuan each?"
Wang Shen pointed a finger at the shelves behind him. On the newly mounted whiteboard, a fresh entry had appeared: Winter jujubes, 10 yuan each.
This was too much for Yin Du, who reflexively hurled his slipper straight at Wang Shen, only for the director to dodge it with surprising agility.
Chapter 128