Turning to look at Wang Ye, Yuxin's mother said with a smile, "You're Reporter Wang, right? Please, have a seat. The apartment's too small, nothing like those big homes you have on the mainland. Don't laugh at us."
Before coming over, Yuxin had called home and told them that a fellow journalist from the mainland would be visiting, which was why her mother called Wang Ye "Reporter Wang."
Wang Ye smiled and casually said, "Land in Hong Kong is worth its weight in gold. An apartment this large is already very nice, especially so close to Central."
From an ordinary person's perspective, that was indeed true. Yuxin's family apartment was worth several million Hong Kong dollars on the market. A family of three living in a seventy-square-meter, three-bedroom apartment was considered quite wealthy in Hong Kong!
Seeing that Wang Ye had such "good taste," Yuxin's mother smiled even more brightly.
This young man was really quite good. He looked presentable and knew how to talk. It was a pity he was from the mainland; otherwise, he would have been a fine match for her daughter...
It was not that she looked down on mainlanders, but back then, there was objectively still quite a large gap between the two places, especially economically.
Sitting on the sofa, Wang Ye leisurely chatted with Yuxin and her mother about everyday matters.
During the conversation, he learned that Yuxin's family was not truly native to Hong Kong either. Her grandparents had come to Hong Kong from the mainland before liberation. By Yuxin's generation, she could probably be considered third-generation Hong Kong...
They were not some fabulously wealthy family either. Her father had made some money a few years ago when Hong Kong's real estate market was booming and bought this apartment. But Hong Kong's property