After a hearty dinner, An Youyou went to sleep with great expectations for the green brick-tile house.
In Qin Huai's opinion, An Youyou was the only one in the group looking forward to the green brick-tile house.
Clearly, Jiang Weiguo had come from a well-off family and found green brick-tile houses less novel. The other 12 underlings purely didn't know what a green brick-tile house was; they might not even have lived in a wooden house, only mud-brick ones.
When facing true poverty, flaunting wealth is futile. Mentioning green brick-tile houses to these beggars is like talking about braised shark fin, Arhat shrimp, Buddha jumps over the wall, or boiled cabbage being delicious—they are too distant and completely unseen, beyond understanding.
Talking about roast chicken and meat buns might prompt some drooling, but the more upscale items are beyond imagination.
