Zhuang Zhixi looked at Lan Sihai. He knew very well that his grandfather-in-law had his best interests at heart. If it weren't for his sake, Lan Sihai wouldn't have bothered saying all this. If the craze could last another year or two, selling now might not be the best time. But he also felt that Lan Sihai was right—who was he to think he could sell at the absolute peak? If he tried to wait for the peak, he might not even be able to exit the market safely. After some thought, he said earnestly, "Grandpa, thank you for the reminder. I think you're right."
Lan Sihai said, "As long as you think I'm right, that's fine. If you sell, don't keep an eye on the prices anymore. Otherwise, you'll just feel regret if they keep rising."
Zhuang Zhixi laughed and said, "I know that much."
He added, "I'll take leave from work and make a trip to Changchun."
He was a decisive person. Once he made up his mind to sell, he wouldn't hesitate.
Lan Sihai said, "Wait a moment."
