The Pork I Sold My Cousin Went Up by Fifty Cents, So She Reported My Stall and Regretted It Like Crazy

A month ago, my cousin opened a malatang shop as a startup.

My family happened to sell pork, so I supported her business by supplying it every day at cost price.

Recently, her business had been doing well, so I decided to raise my prices, though they would still be below the market rate.

But when I told my cousin, she simply said okay.

Then she tagged my parents in our extended family's group chat and tore into them without mercy.

[You two old geezers should have some shame. You're halfway into the grave and still obsessing over money?]

[My business starts picking up, and you raise your prices. No wonder all you can do is sell pork your whole lives.]

My parents shook with anger and were humiliated in front of our relatives.

I messaged her privately, demanded an apology, and flat-out told her I would never supply her again.

She replied: [Pfft. I'll apologize when I'm dead!]

[Did you really think I'd be scared if you stopped supplying me? I've already found another supplier! Their pork costs half as much as yours!]

I didn't argue or talk back.

It wasn't until the next day, when she came out of the butcher shop across the street pushing a cart full of meat, that I realized who this “other supplier” was.

I laughed.

The meat they sold was pork from pigs that had been dead for months, injected with water. She was going to serve that to people? Was she trying to get herself killed?