On the way up the mountain, Qiu Sangu started to tell Gu Nuan about the house she owned in the city, which was undoubtedly a way to flaunt it to Gu Nuan.
Gu Nuan's indifferent gaze remained on the roadside. Unaware bystanders might think it was the nature of a little girl who likes flowers and plants.
The value of a house depends not only on the house itself but also significantly on its surroundings.
Gu Nuan knew that there must be something exceptional about this house. Otherwise, Qiu Sangu's father wouldn't have contracted it when everyone else in the village was uninterested in this plot of land.
Qiu Sangu, however, didn't see it that way, and said, "My dad must have been bewitched back then. When the village was divided land, everyone else got fertile fields where crops grew quickly. No one wanted this wasteland. It's mountain land, what can you grow? Now, they say plant some kind of economic orchard. But consider the labor costs and everything. Growing orchards in the mountains requires more expensive labor and carrying fertilizer is much harder. Besides, it's hard to say what can be grown on such barren soil. Anyway, I can't understand how he was deceived by people. There was good land both before and after this plot, but he didn't get any, just got stuck with this abandoned piece."
Gu Nuan's lips slightly curved.
Good land before and after, only a wasteland in between. Qiu Sangu still hadn't spotted anything odd. But, back then, Qiu Sangu's father had already foreseen today's real estate industry's potential.
When did Qiu Sangu's father pass away?
"My dad?" Qiu Sangu sighed, "Died six years ago. He got this plot of land just before then."
Six or seven years ago, Gu Nuan remembered, there were fluctuations in domestic real estate, which undoubtedly was at its peak now, but had also seen a golden era before that. It seemed that the market's nature decided that any commodity's fate was to rise and fall. It appeared Qiu Sangu's father had glimpsed the vicissitudes of the real estate sector, thus gaining some foresight.
Speaking of which, Qiu Sangu had some friends in the big city, but these friends, it was said, were not those Qiu Sangu had made herself, but old friends of her father who had moved to the big city.
Qiu Sangu was not secretive about it; she suddenly turned around, glanced at Gu Nuan subconsciously, and said, "I heard you are doing pretty well in your university studies?"
Gu Nuan thought, surely, Qiu Sangu had shared her stories with those friends in the big city. Qiu Sangu speaking of her was just because — of dislike.
It was dislike. Gu Nuan knew it, as her mom often mentioned that in the Gu Family, she was the only one who went to college. Of course, that wasn't to say that Gu Nuan was exceptionally outstanding. It's just that, in her mom's family, going to college was common among the children. Compared to some cousins, Gu Nuan's second-tier college degree hardly stood out. However, none of her dad's relatives had ever gone to college.
Therefore, the Gu side often jested that their family had produced a "female scholar."
Qiu Sangu was quite wealthy. Yet, her son dropped out in junior high, and her daughter barely maintained by sponsorships in a local high school.
Thinking of this, Qiu Sangu felt compelled to prove: Poor people trying to change their fate through education is useless!
No matter how well you, Gu Nuan, study, you're bound to disgrace yourself.
Revealing everything about Gu Nuan was meant to let more people know how Gu Nuan would embarrass herself in the future.
For such things, such people, it was enough to be aware of them oneself. Gu Nuan responded with little emotion, "It's alright."
No matter how well she did, she would not tell Qiu Sangu it was good.
Her mouth wasn't made for boasting; she believed actions should impress others.