How Could This Be?

After hearing Ye Yuan's explanation, Yu Hongbo asked with a look of sudden realization:

"Ah! So does that mean Ma Hua and the others will end up working for nothing?"

"It won't be for nothing, but if there really are too many cowries, I figure the price will definitely drop. I just don't know how far it'll fall.

Anyway, I don't know much about it either. Let this count as a benefit for them this time.

As for how much they can sell them for, that depends on their own abilities."

Ye Yuan spoke casually. He truly did not care much about these conches.

That was only because, in recent years, the marine environment and pollution had caused many seafood products to decline sharply. In the past, cowries had not been anything rare.

One had to know that long ago, these so-called cowries had small, sturdy shells and had once been used as currency, both in Huaxia Nation and abroad.

If they could be used as currency, their former abundance was easy enough to imagine.

Only now, with people living better lives, could anything be turned into a collectible.

First there were stamps, then the Little Raccoon Water Margin cards that those born in the eighties took such pride in. Some people even collected cigarette boxes, Commemorative Badges, and other strange things.

It could be said that in Huaxia Nation, there was nothing that could not be collected. As long as someone was willing to hype it up, even rocks could be sold at sky-high prices.

Watching the crewmen leap into the sea one after another in excitement,

Ye Yuan was genuinely worried that these newcomers might get into trouble.

So he could only jump into the water after them, following several rookies at an unhurried pace to protect them.