Yan Qingruo certainly didn't believe Chen Qianmo, that big liar. His promises of moderation usually meant she couldn't get up the next day.
While the two were in a sweet moment, the door of the courtyard house was knocked. Chen Qianmo and Yan Qingruo got up immediately, wondering who could be knocking at such a late hour.
As they got up, Auntie had already opened the door to several people holding measuring tools. They said, "The area you're living in is now marked for development. Demolition is imminent, congratulations, the compensation will be quite substantial. Especially for a piece of land like yours; even though the house is run-down, the land is extensive. I estimate the compensation to be at least eighteen to twenty million. Let's do the measurements."
"Is this really happening?" Yan Qingruo asked incredulously.
Grandma slapped her forehead, saying, "Oh my, now I remember too. I heard about the notice this afternoon, but who would have thought it would happen so fast?"