At that time, facing the sea breeze and from a distance, it was hard to hear what the old woman said. The four listened carefully, and with his extraordinary hearing, he was the first to make out what she said.
"600 yen each!"
"600 yen each, is that expensive or cheap?" Dubian Che asked the two young girls.
Kiyono Lin's delicate, pale fingers supported her flawless chin as she mused, "That's about the right price."
"Are you asking for a scolding?" Jiutiao Meijie, arms crossed, said irritably, "You even have to ask about 600 yen."
"Even if you have money, you can't afford to lose out." He said this, but Dubian Che was just making conversation.
Poor people exchange time for money, rich people use money to buy time.
The time spent bargaining, Jiutiao Meijie could have been working, and perhaps could have earned enough to buy all the sea urchins in the entire fishery.
Dubian Che dipped his hand into the seawater, and the piercing cold seeped into his skin.
