Binjiang Police Affairs
Chapter 211 - 165: Out of Reach_3

Chapter 211: Chapter 165: Out of Reach_3

Lin Xiaohui chuckled, "No money means you can’t settle down?"

Thinking of what Director Xu had previously said, Han Yu excitedly spoke, "Xiao Hui, our bureau doesn’t allocate housing nor do we have funds to collectively build housing, but our City Bureau Water Division is currently pooling funds to build housing. The leaders have said that they will reserve a set for me. I’m saving money, and in at most another two years, I will have my own place. There will be a home waiting for me ashore."

"Your City Bureau?"

"It’s in Binjiang. I’ve been to the site where the houses are being built. It’s not far from my sister’s house."

"Is it far from Han Xiangning’s house?"

"It’s quite far from Sister Ningning’s place. Her home is in the downtown area, while the Water Police Station’s residential building is being constructed by the riverside, but it’s very close to her workplace."

"Your future home is very close to her workplace. She must be very happy."

"Xiao Hui, I’m about to have a house. Aren’t you happy?"

"I’m happy too, happy for both of you."

"What do you mean, ’happy for us’!"

"Well, that’s the truth, isn’t it? Since you two are together, of course, you’re going to be happy."

"What are you really trying to say."

Lin Xiaohui didn’t want to beat around the bush and decided to give him a chance. She hesitated for a moment, then plucked up the courage to say, "I don’t even want to go back to Linghai, let alone Binjiang, a place I’ve never been to. Salted Fish, if you could have a house in East Sea, even if it’s in Qibao Town, I would be really happy."

Han Yu froze, then said with a bitter face, "I am an officer of the Linghai Police Bureau, not Minxing, and even if I had the money, I wouldn’t be able to get a house in Qibao Town."

"With money, you can buy a house. The houses over at East Sea can be bought with money."

"How much would it cost."

"It’s definitely more expensive than pooling funds to build a house."

"I don’t have that much money, I can’t afford it..."

"I have money, don’t I? I can help you chip in. Last month I made four hundred and seventy-eight Yuan. I know it’s not enough, but we can save up gradually."

"How could I use your money to buy a house."

A blockhead, truly hopeless!

Lin Xiaohui really didn’t know what else to say to him and could only murmur, "You’d better go back now. It’s getting dark. It takes time to rush from Gongping Road Pier to Sixteen Piers. Don’t miss the boat while you’re busy on the phone."

"Okay, I’ll call you again after I finish my exams."

"Be careful on your way back."

"I know."

Han Yu was not foolish, nor was he a blockhead; he had already sensed his beloved’s implied meaning but simply didn’t dare to accept it.

During this year’s Spring Festival, Reporter Wang put out news in the People’s Daily.

Next to the news about illegal eel fry fishing in the Binjiang Waters was a piece about housing prices.

The headline, still vividly remembered to this day, was striking: "Housing Prices Soar, Citizens Sigh as They Look Up at Buildings."

The content was even more shocking; it said that in January of this year, East Sea introduced over 11,000 housing units, but less than a tenth were sold due to the high prices, with the highest per square meter reaching 2,300 yuan.

The reporter had done some calculations: a college graduate, even if scrimping and saving to the extreme, setting aside fifty yuan a month was the upper limit, one would need a hundred years to afford a two-bedroom apartment.

The houses in Minxing, although not located in the busy city center, were probably not much cheaper.

If Lin Xiaohui were to have another wish, he would have smashed pots and sold iron to make it a reality for her.

But this wish was too far-fetched, not something that could be achieved by one person’s effort. It seemed he could only let her down.

The more Han Yu thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt, the previously throbbing emotions dissipated with the smoke. On the bus ride to Sixteen Piers Pier, he kept reminding himself that he was just an ordinary person and should lead an ordinary life.

As for how far things could go with Lin Xiaohui, it was up to fate.

Besides, liking someone doesn’t necessarily mean you have to possess them. As long as she’s doing well, that’s enough.

She’s a girl who is so willing to endure hardship and also so pretty. It’s possible for her to have a home of her own in East Sea, like marrying an East Sea man, just like her aunt did.

He, being a man, couldn’t marry out even if he wanted to; he had to rely on himself.

Work well, study hard, save money diligently. Once he had his own place in Binjiang, it shouldn’t be hard to find a partner...