No matter how bad the place, there are always good people; and in the best of places, there are bad people too. It's indeed not fair to judge an individual based solely on rigid stereotypes.
But this time, Lin Nianhe's stereotype was quite accurate.
She silently ate her meal, her earphones hidden in her hair, truthfully relaying the conversation between the two people.
"I think two hundred thousand should be enough. They've never seen that kind of money, and to them, that piece of land is just wasteland."
"Of course, even if they farm it for a hundred years, it couldn't bring them two hundred thousand in returns... actually, I think we could settle at a hundred thousand."
"We're not short of that bit of money; don't make any extra trouble... Settle it quickly, getting the lead-zinc plant built is what's most important."
"Alright, anyway, we'll profit. But honestly, every time I think of their faces, I can't help but laugh."
"Hahaha, yes, me too."
