"Alright, let's talk about that Villa."
Zhou Ze unconsciously drank all the cold tea in his hand. He had no choice, his mouth was really dry and his tongue was tight.
Actually, logically speaking, there shouldn't be so many funerary goods for Ying Ying. Even if he sold all of them, he wouldn't be able to buy so many apartments. Moreover, they were all in the middle and high-end areas.
If it had been fifteen years ago, it would still be possible. However, the prices of houses in Tongcheng had risen like the sky over the past few years. Moreover, Tongcheng was adjacent to Shanghai and was separated by the Yangtze River. The impact was indeed great.
According to Zhou Ze's knowledge, many Shanghainese had come to Tongcheng to buy houses in the past few years. They did not buy houses to live in, but to worship the memorial tablets of their ancestors. They only came back to visit their graves during the Qingming Festival.
