Fu Bing was like a chicken talking to a duck. He did not know whether to laugh or cry. "How did your mother teach you? You have a big tongue. You're not good at it. If you have time, learn how to speak from me. It's hard to speak when you're not used to it."
Fu Yao said, "I went to a Chinese school and I got A's in every exam. I'm just not good at expressing myself. I'm sorry."
Fu Bing waved his hand and said, "I can't even make fun of you."
He put his arms into his sleeves, wrapped them in his clothes, and walked out.
Fu Yao shouted, "Uncle, where are you going?"
Fu Bing said, "Go home. Don't worry about me."
It was a cold day and Fu Yao did not want to go outside. However, when he thought of his grandmother making a fuss in the house, it was better to hide far away. It was a wise choice not to go home for the time being. He had nowhere to go, so he followed behind his uncle.
The two of them walked out of the neighborhood.
Fu Bing stopped in front of a real estate agency and looked at the whiteboard hanging at the door. He looked at it from top to bottom and walked closer.
A young lady walked out of the shop and said with a smile, "Sir, do you want to look at a house? Where do you want to look? We have all the houses nearby. We can bring you there at any time until you're satisfied."
Fu Bing pointed at the numbers on the whiteboard and asked, "Is this calculated by square?"
"Yes." The lady was stunned. She felt that Fu Bing's question was very problematic. If it was not calculated by square, was it calculated by meters?
However, Fu Bing's next words shocked her.
She heard Fu Bing say, "This is in the fourth ring. It's more like thirty thousand per unit! Thirty thousand per square meter? Are you kidding me? "
The lady had been in sales for many years and had seen all kinds of customers, but she had never seen someone like Fu Bing. At that moment, she could not help but have a change of expression. She maintained her professional smile and said, "Sir, you must be joking. Even ten years ago, it was hard to find."
Fu Bing said, "What do you mean hard to find? Ten years ago, there were many of them. This place used to be shacks built by migrant workers. When the bid for the Olympics was being built, many of them were torn down. This house is not worth much."
When he committed a crime, his parents had no choice but to sell their house because of him. Although it was an old public house, it was within the Second Ring Road, and it was sold for less than a hundred thousand!
The lady smiled and said, "Sir, you know that was more than ten years ago. After the Olympics, property prices increased. Thirty thousand can only buy one square meter. It also depends on the location."
Fu Bing was obviously not her target customer, so it was meaningless to waste time here. Thus, she didn't want to say more. She turned around and went back into the shop, sat down in front of the computer, and looked at Fu Bing with a teacup in her hand.
Fu Bing said, "Are they crazy? Why would they sell such an expensive house to a ghost?"
Fu Yao said, "It's considered cheap. The property prices in Singapore are higher. With the development of the economy, everyone's income has increased. If there's any shortfall, they can get loans from the bank."
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Fu Bing walked around the streets and alleys. Every time he met a real estate agent, he would ask. Only then did he believe that this was not the society he knew.
He bought a pack of Chunghwa and a lighter from a supermarket. He felt his pockets and found nothing. Just as he was about to look at Fu Yao, Fu Yao took out money and placed it on the table.
He saw with his own eyes that Fu Yao had handed over a hundred yuan bill. The attendant only gave him sixty-five yuan.
At that moment, he was no longer surprised. He could only secretly sigh. The prices had risen to such a level.
Feeling dispirited, he did not want to continue shopping. After lighting a cigarette, he sighed and said, "Let's go back. There's not much meaning in this anymore."
He suddenly felt a sense of fear and unease.
Fu Yao said, "You don't have a phone, right? I'll buy you one. It'll be easier for you to communicate."
Fu Bing said, "Phones are so expensive. How can I afford one? Let's talk about it next time."
When he first entered the prison, phones were already priced at two to three thousand. The new model was four to five thousand. Who knew how much more it would rise now? He was even less confident.
Fu Yao said, "I'll give you one. It's cheap."
Fu Bing said, "Do I need you to buy one for me? How shameless do I have to be to not use your money? "
Fu Yao dragged him across the road without a care. He smiled and said, "It's not a big deal for me to buy you a phone. Just treat it as a gift from me."
It would be a lie if Fu Bing said he was not touched by his nephew's thoughtfulness. Seeing how serious his nephew was, he did not decline and followed him into a phone shop.
He thought that he would just return the money later.
The variety of phones on display at the counter dazzled Fu Bing. He could not understand a single word that the salesperson introduced.
Touch screen?
Smart?
Dual-core?
Dual-card dual standby?
He had no concept of these things at all.
"Is this a phone?" Afraid of being laughed at, Fu Bing could only sigh inwardly. This phone was only a screen. There was not a single button.
His finger slid left and right on the screen, and he gradually came up with an idea.
He could not help but ask, "How much is it?"
The salesperson smiled and said, "It's the latest phone. It supports dual-card dual standby. We sell it very well. The original price is 2,355 yuan. Now that there's a year-end discount, you can get it for 1,999 yuan. Moreover, the mobile company will refund you 50 yuan every month. It's very worth it."
Fu Bing was at a loss for a moment. He heard Fu Yao say, "Can I pay by card?"
The salesperson nodded happily and said, "Sir, you can pay by card. Please follow me."
After Fu Yao paid, he let Fu Bing choose a phone number and then had the salesperson insert the SIM card into the phone slot.
Fu Yao took the new phone and dialed his own number. After dialing, he passed it to Fu Bing and said with a smile, "Uncle, let's test the communication quality."
Fu Bing said, "That's right. It'll be a waste if it can't be used."
The two of them stood on one side of the aisle and spoke to each other on the phone.
Fu Bing was flustered and did not know how to hang up. Fu Yao held the phone and taught him several times.
Fu Bing concluded, "Stop at a red light and go on. I got it."
Fu Yao could not help but admire his uncle's wit.
Fu Yao then used the store's wireless network to download a WeChat app for his uncle. His mother used WeChat frequently, mainly to make it convenient for her to contact her friends and clients in the country. He had no choice but to follow suit.
After teaching his uncle how to add friends, send voice messages, and type, he taught him how to make a video call. With the experience of stopping at a red light and going on green, he learned it quickly this time.
After everything was done, Fu Bing carefully put the phone into his pocket and said with a smile, "The screen is so thin. It definitely won't withstand falling."
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