Qin Huairu's matter can be said to have been resolved smoothly, so Jia Dongsheng was in the mood to talk to Qin Jingru about other things. Of course, his hands were not very honest while he was talking.
What happened tonight was beyond his expectations, which made him even more angry while playing the game.
While moving around on Qin Jingru's body, he explained to her, "A large yellow croaker like this is worth 2,400 yuan in the pigeon market right now, but by next year, it should be worth 100 yuan, and it will only get more valuable in the future."
"Maybe, when our son grows up and needs money, a big yellow croaker like this will make him a millionaire."
"Ten thousand yuan household?"
Although this term was first used in the 1980s and 1990s, it already existed in the 1950s and 1960s.
After all, in an era when the average worker's salary was around 30,000 yuan, the title of "ten thousand yuan household" was really an unattainable title. Therefore, many people yearned for this title but could not achieve it.
It was not until the 1980s and 1990s that more people succeeded and it gradually became popular.
Qin Jingru obviously cared a lot about this title. When she heard Jia Dongsheng say that a big yellow croaker would make a millionaire in the future, she played with it with joy and even wiped it with her clothes.
The expression of this little money-grubber was a little silly and adorable, which made Jia Dongsheng feel the urge to play a canyon game regardless of the consequences.
Fortunately, at the last moment, he suppressed the devil in his heart. There was no other way. He had the next generation in his belly, so he had to endure it.
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