"So ... how much would this place be worth?"
Sun Yumeng asked what seemed like the most mundane question, but it was one that Zheng Yulong and Zhou Mingyang had wanted to ask, yet were too embarrassed to raise.
The waiter smiled slightly and said, "The items inside this villa were appraised three years ago, with a total value exceeding five hundred million."
"Five hundred million!" Sun Yumeng exclaimed in shock. This was just a small villa, yet it was worth five hundred million ... oh, that was just the items inside.
"Like this set of chairs made of red sandalwood, they're over two hundred years old. Such sandalwood is already extinct. It's impossible to find chairs like these now. Their value is over a million."
"So, can people still sit on them?" Sun Yumeng's mouth twitched.
"Of course," the waiter said with certainty: "Although these are antiques, only the most prestigious guests can come here. The most prestigious guests naturally match everything here."
