The couple exchanged glances, then lay down on the bed together.
Wen Shi closed his eyes, "Wife, when do you think we'll be rich?!"
Yi Chichi knew that by 'we', he meant something else. Pretending to hesitate, she said, "Perhaps in a few decades."
"...That's too long, unbearable."
"Even if it's unbearable, there's no way around it. You have to eat one bite at a time, walk one step at a time. There's no instant success in this world, everyone is striving. You have to believe that people can change their fate."
The era of trading shirts for airplanes will eventually pass.
The future is beautiful.
For now, let's persevere.
Yi Chichi turned over and hugged him, "Sleep, the money will come, the airplanes will come, the massive warships will come."
Wen Shi murmured, holding her, he fell into a deep sleep.
After a good night's sleep, Yi Chichi woke up at around ten in the morning, not naturally, but from being awakened by voices outside.
