Feng Wenhui said this, which actually implied a bit of reluctance to get involved, but as an old neighbor, he couldn't openly say so.
Uncle Gen understood his mindset, but telling me this now... it's too late.
He was anxious to settle this matter, as the house could originally sell for one hundred and seventy or one hundred and eighty thousand yuan. Once demolition began, the price would soar. Even if it didn't double, an increase of one hundred thousand yuan was certainly not out of the question.
To tell the truth, the demolition plan hadn't been finalized, so no one knew to what extent the prices would rise. That's precisely why Gazi was eager to obtain this house, while Uncle Gen couldn't sell it for an appropriate price.
Seeing Feng Wenhui noncommittal, Uncle Gen turned his head to Feng Jun, "Xiao Jun, could you help mediate?"
