"Alright!" The man hurried to open the door, fearing his customer would walk away the next second.
He was indeed eager to sell; otherwise, he would have waited for the highest offer no matter what, but his wife and the elderly at home couldn't wait any longer!
The bun shop wasn't large, about thirty square meters, with a small kitchen in the back.
The stove and everything had been cleaned very thoroughly, indicating that the couple were tidy people.
"How about it? All these steamers are in good condition, I've cleaned them thoroughly, and they can be used right away."
Song Yitang remained silent the entire time while the man prattled on, "And right across from us, there's a textile factory, machine shops and whatnot, our morning business is exceptionally good."
The moment Song Yitang, who was merely hesitant about the location, heard about the textile factory, his eyes widened.
"Hmm, how much do you want for this?"
