The sky gradually darkened.
Mother Chen finished lighting the candles, then pulled down the rolling shutter and complained, "Business has been getting worse and worse lately. Hardly anyone comes over to eat."
"What more do you want? Who knows how many people are unemployed now? It's already good enough to earn a little." Chen Dawei set down the dishes, wiped his hands on his apron, and said,
"I don't know what's wrong today, but my eyelids keep twitching, and my heart feels so unsettled. Do you think something happened with those loans? It'll be awful if we can't collect the money."
The Jiangnan region had valued commerce since ancient times, and underground private finance flourished there. The returns from investing in it were often much higher than bank interest, so Chen Shouyi's family had naturally invested their extra money as well.
"Then why don't we go collect it another day? Losing a little interest is ultimately a minor loss. Who knows when things will return to normal in the current situation? The risk is too great!" Chen Dawei said worriedly.
"If we wait until another day, the daylilies will already be cold. I'll go get it back tomorrow." Mother Chen immediately made up her mind. She had always been a woman of decisive action.
As she said this, she walked to the stairway and shouted, "Why are you two hiding in your rooms instead of eating? Do I have to nag you even to get you to eat? Hurry up and come down."
In the darkness, Chen Shouyi opened his eyes. He changed into black clothes and trousers, grabbed the Long Sword from the table, and opened the door.
At that moment, the door next door opened as well, and Chen Xingyue came out with reddened eyes.
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