Yovie threw herself in front of me to shield me, her voice trembling. “Have some conscience! The other sellers’ mangoes are premium, each individually bagged during cultivation. The mangoes from Leverant Village vary in size. If it weren’t for Lora carefully sorting and packaging them, selling them at 1,85 dollars would already be considered high!”
She pulled out the shipping documents and slammed them onto the boxes.
“Just for shipping insurance alone, we spent about seven thousand dollars! And what about the boxes, ice packs and labor. Weren’t all of those paid out of our own pockets? And now you’re complaining that we sold them too cheaply?”
Welsey, eyes red, added, “Do you know how many favors Lora had to call in on the platform just to negotiate this price?”
Hearing this, Olive sneered and proudly lifted her chin. “I studied business in the city. Don’t try to fool me with these words. The cost difference between premium and regular mangoes isn’t even 0,28 dollars. That price gap is just your kickback. Besides, shipping insurance definitely wouldn’t cost seven thousand. You must have inflated the numbers. I’ve seen this kind of trick many times!”