Beachcombing: The beach is full of amazing seafood, but my wife won't let me get out of bed!

To be honest, Wu Sui looked down on this kind of old neighborhood.

The supporting facilities are poor, the roads are narrow, and there is no one to manage it; it's a mess everywhere.

His main purpose in buying the house was for his child's schooling, and also as an investment.

If the houses on Wenhua Road could be demolished and relocated, that would be fine, but those houses were never demolished in the past, so what's the point of buying them?

But Wang Feng and Wu Gang were both quite interested, so Wu Sui didn't want to spoil the fun.

The real estate agent led the way on a bicycle, while Wu Sui followed in his car.

After many twists and turns, the car could no longer be driven, so the group got out and walked into an old residential area.

The stairwell was plastered with little "GG" signs for unclogging drains.

"This building is quite old, isn't it?" Wu Gang muttered, covering his nose.

"A ten-year-old building is considered new." The agent walked upstairs without looking back.

The group huffed and puffed their way up to the sixth floor.

Wang Feng was so exhausted that she was panting heavily, and she leaned against the wall for a long time before she could catch her breath.

The agent took out his key and turned the doorknob.

The room was dimly lit, the walls were yellowed, and in some places, white plaster was falling off.

The living room was pitifully small; after placing a sofa and a coffee table, there wasn't even room to put your feet down.

"This is 70 square meters?" Wang Feng's eyes widened as she walked to the bedroom door and peeked inside.

"It's so big that it's hard to even turn around in this room. It's not even as big as the kitchen in our new house."

Wu Gang shook his head, saying, "These city dwellers live in cramped, pigeon-cage-like spaces. It's so stifling."

Wu Sui pointed to a temporary prefabricated house made of corrugated steel sheets not far away.

A sign hangs on the prefabricated building: Aquatic Products Market Investment Promotion and Preparatory Office.

Wu Sui led his family through the door.

An electric fan was on inside, and a portly, fat man was lying on a folding chair, snoring.

The table was piled high with blueprints and investment brochures.

Hearing footsteps, the fat man groggily opened his eyes.

Seeing that Wu Sui and the others were dressed plainly and their feet were covered in mud, the fat man yawned and didn't even get up.

"Go find work at the construction site behind here and find the foreman. I don't hire people here."

Wu Sui stepped forward, pulled up a chair, and sat down with an air of authority, tapping his fingers twice on the table.

"I'm not looking for work, I'm buying a shop."

The fat man was taken aback, then immediately sat up from the folding chair, looked Wu Sui up and down, and his attitude changed instantly.