Upon leaving the Lin family's house, Long Yue immediately clamored, "Quick, let's hurry to the post office and see what's going on?"
He had nightmares about it all of yesterday. He dreamt that a masked person had smashed all his watermelons.
Long Yue's dream was scarily prescient, as the post office manager told them that when one of their staff had transported their shipment of watermelons from the train, not only had they gotten smashed but they had also dirtied other fruits.
The employee had already resigned over the mistake but had left behind some compensation.
Everyone, "..."
Shen Ci sneered, "How much compensation did he leave?"
The employee candidly replied, "A total of about 1,500 kilograms of fruit, including 1,000 kilograms of watermelons, and about 500 kilograms of apples and pears. Calculating by market price, watermelons at ten cents per kilogram, and the other fruit at two yuan per kilogram, it totals to 1,100 yuan; adding shipping, it's altogether 1,300 yuan."
