Wu Xiaoyu returned home and told them about the free-range chickens that were about to be ready for market.
His mother was overjoyed at the news of more money coming in and said with a smile, "Xiaoyu, what's the price for those free-range chickens?"
Wu Xiaoyu calmly said, "Thirty yuan per catty!"
Upon hearing this price, his father couldn't sit still and asked, "Didn't you say you were going to sell this batch of chickens to your classmate Zhou Dong?"
"Yes!"
His father's face darkened immediately upon hearing that he was going to sell the chickens to Zhou Dong at thirty-one yuan per catty. He sighed heavily and said sincerely, "You're classmates and good friends, how can you rip him off like that?"
Rip him off? Wu Xiaoyu couldn't help but laugh. After a moment of thought, he explained, "Dad, Mom, there's something I haven't had the chance to tell you. I'm also a shareholder in the restaurant Zhou Dong opened in town..."
