Old Man Zhao was completely astonished.
One hundred thousand yuan?
How much money is that?
Ahao's monthly stipend is only a little over sixty yuan. That's just over seven hundred yuan a year. It would take over a century to repay such an amount.
How can he not be surprised?
"Dad, Dad, are you okay?" Meng Yunhan noticed that Old Man Zhao's eyes seemed to be stuck, a sure sign of his shock.
It took Old Man Zhao a while to digest what had just happened.
"My girl, why did you spend so much money to buy twenty acres of land?" What's the annual yield from this land? Why would she spend so much money all at once?
The thought made his heart flutter.
"Mom..." Little Huzi looked at them, not understanding their conversation, but feeling something was wrong with his grandpa. He anxiously called out.
"Dad, it's a one hundred-year usage right." Meng Yunhan knew she shouldn't have told her father; she was really confused.
Their enthusiasm truly made her feel as if she had been tricked.
