Facing Feng Jun's asking price, Yuan Zihao first froze, then shook his head decisively, "Can't afford it, my old man has been straightforward all his life; we don't have that much money."
Whether you're straightforward or not doesn't have much to do with me, thought Feng Jun with a smile, but he said nothing.
Yuan Zihao's curiosity was piqued. "Can you tell me why this place is worth fifty billion?"
Yuan Huapeng also felt somewhat dissatisfied with Feng Jun's random pricing, "It seems like you bought this place for just over a billion, and um, spent some money on building a wall... I'm not wrong, am I?"
Feng Jun just smiled again, "Since you're here to escape the summer heat, stay a few more days. My assistant said she's never been here."
He didn't give a reason, didn't want to make one up, and there was no need to.
