Don't even mention the year 1978, even in 2028, it's unlikely anyone would hand over thirty thousand yuan without blinking an eye to lend to someone else.
Moreover, this really was all of Wang Shumei and Wen Lan's savings.
Although this money was related to Lin Nianhe, they had indeed worked hard and taken risks for it.
This money was theirs, and in many people's eyes, it represented a lifeline for a worry-free second half of their lives. If they didn't lend it, no one could say they were wrong.
But they still took it out after seeing Lin Nianhe with his brows tightly furrowed from having no money.
He didn't even ask for help.
Lin Nianhe covered up his inner turmoil with a joke, sniffled, and while they weren't paying attention, wiped his tears on their clothes, then quickly stood up: "Three months, I'll repay double to you."
"Stop bragging, go to sleep."
"Eh? I'm serious!"
"Ah okay okay, go to sleep, you can have everything in dreams."
"..."
