C318 Song-yuen Salt

Song Mo paused for a moment. He gave the money to the boss of the Linglong Clothing Workshop. However, this matter, "It's already been so long, do you still remember? Is it over yet?"

"Alright, I won't make any plans for the one thousand taels, it's five thousand taels," Tan Ping rubbed his hands together, "Don't bother with me anymore."

Song Mo curled his lips, "Hmph