The sky gradually darkened.
Mrs. Chen lit the candles and pulled down the rolling shutter, complaining:
"Business is getting worse and worse; no one even comes to dine anymore."
"What more do you want? So many people have lost their jobs; earning just a little is already good enough." Chen Dawei put down the food, wiped his hands on his apron, and said.
"I don't know why today, my eyelids keep twitching, and I feel uneasy. Do you think there could be problems with our loans? If we can't recover them, we're in trouble."
Jiangnan has always valued commerce, and the underground finance scene is quite prosperous. The returns are often much higher than bank interest, and Chen Shouyi's family naturally invested their extra money into it.
"Why not go collect it on another day; losing some interest is a minor issue. In this situation, who knows when things will recover? The risk is a bit too high!" Chen Dawei said worriedly.
