Even after Fan Lang said that, Cheng Naixin could not be happy.
Being treated like merchandise was bad enough, but she had even been sold cheaply—for a mere ten taels!
Cheng Naixin felt utterly wronged. Her eyes reddened, and two streams of tears rolled down her cheeks as she said pitifully, "You paid too little."
"If your family were poor and had no other choice but to sell you, I would definitely have paid much more. But your family isn't poor. Your mother sold you purely out of greed, with no regard for mother-daughter affection. I won't give her too much money. This is meant to teach her a lesson." Fan Lang explained his reasoning.
"But you still can't buy me for just ten taels."
"Money isn't the issue. I don't want to do business with your mother, but I'm happy to do business with you. You can name your own price, and I'll give the money directly to you. I'm buying you, so I should make the deal with you directly. That's fair."
Hearing that Fan Lang was willing to raise the price, Cheng Naixin felt somewhat comforted. She did not cry as hard anymore and sniffled, "Then how much are you willing to give me?"
"I already told you. Name your own price," said Fan Lang.
"Then... fifty thousand taels. Mother always said I had to be sold for at least fifty thousand taels."
"Deal. I'll give you fifty thousand taels."
Fan Lang promptly took out two Currency Cards. One was empty, while the other held over a hundred thousand taels. With a quick swipe between the two cards, he immediately transferred fifty thousand taels onto the empty card. It was remarkably convenient. He handed the Currency Card containing fifty thousand taels to Cheng Naixin across from him.