"He's had that pig farm for about three years, right? The pens are all built with bluestone slabs and red bricks. The five residential rooms are adobe, but the roofs are all tiled. I heard the brigade captain say it cost eight or nine hundred yuan to build back then."
"Holy shit! That Li guy must have made a fortune off us!" Qian Hongwei's face was twisted with jealousy.
"Who cares how much he's made," Captain Yang said, looking at him. "He spent eight or nine hundred yuan building that farm three years ago. How much do you think is a fair price for us to offer?"
The very thought of having to spend money made Qian Hongwei wince. "Brother-in-law, he's used it for three years. It's definitely depreciated. I'll give him half at most."
Captain Yang also thought half was about right. He said to Qian Shucai, "Come with me to the brigade office. In a bit, I'll pretend to mediate for you. Just agree to the deal and we'll be set."
