Gu Nuan and Xiao Yebai were both speechless.
For professional investors like them, it was impossible for prices to skyrocket to exorbitant levels. There was a ceiling to the price of any commodity, and if there were no profits to be earned beyond that, no one would invest.
Of course, for farmers who only thought about selling their land to escape poverty, the higher the selling price, the better, as once the land was sold, they couldn't hope to get it back.
Gu Nuan cleared her throat and asked the elderly lady as if in passing, "Grandma, may I ask how we should address you?"
"Oh, my surname is Zhou. You can call me Grandma Zhou or Sister Zhou," the elderly lady clearly didn't think of herself as old.
"Do you live alone?"
"Yes. I am a widow, never married, without children," she stated.
"Does everyone in the village share the surname Zhou?"
"No, most people are surnamed Yang."
Gu Nuan glanced at the large white dog next to her.
