Only that night did Ye Yaodong have time to tell her what had happened at the market that day. Rather smugly, he said that the shop he had bought was the second-to-last one, and two people had even come to blows over the final shop.
"And there'll be very few shops released in the next batch. I heard the price will go up by five hundred to a thousand, too."
"Huh? Three thousand yuan is expensive enough already. Who'd want one if the price went up again?"
"See, this is what you don't understand. They let word out early that prices will rise later, so won't the people who bought first secretly congratulate themselves on getting a good deal? The later ones will cost more, but there won't be many available. Some people will be afraid that if they miss this chance, they won't get another."
"I don't understand all these twists and turns. Anyway, we've already spent the money. Hopefully it'll keep going up in value. We can earn some rent by letting it out later, and save ourselves running back and forth."
"Yeah. With the weather changing back and forth, who knows when we'll be able to go out to sea? Luckily, I still made twenty-eight yuan today after travel expenses."
"Now you know to worry?"
Ye Yaodong took the palm-leaf fan she was using to fan the baby and fanned mother and daughter. "It's called a sense of urgency. Pressure gives you motivation. Now I really have to work hard at making money."
"Go to sleep. I'll fan her. You've been working all day, and you only slept a little this afternoon." As Lin Xiuqing spoke, she felt the baby's neck, only relaxing when she found no sweat.
"Okay."
Perhaps because one typhoon had only just left