Han Yu chuckled, "It depends on how you exchange it. If you go to the bank, it seems to be a rate of 1 to 8.5. The black market rate is higher, but we can't knowingly break the law."
"That means over six thousand RMB!"
"I've also got labor fees, which are more than the allowance."
Where else could you find such an opportunity to both learn and make money?
Remembering the imminent end of his life at sea, Han Yu said with emotion, "If it were the shipping company's own ship, there wouldn't be so many labor fees, but when you're on someone else's ship, you have to follow their rules. For example, some tasks aren't part of a sailor's duties, but not doing them isn't an option; then they have to pay."
I knew that sailing could make money, but I never imagined it would come this fast...
Han Xiangning stuffed the freshly-counted money into an envelope and curiously asked, "San'er, people bring home imported appliances and some even bring motorcycles. Why don't you bring anything?"
