Looking at the interior decoration, although it is not as luxurious as Dong Xiaolu's mansion in the provincial capital, it can still be described with only one word: "luxurious".
No matter how cheap houses are in the countryside, a large detached villa like this would cost at least 15,000 yuan per square meter.
Moreover, you have to add the cost of renovations; it would be impossible to buy one for less than ten million.
Is this the small house my mother-in-law was talking about, the one she was talking about for temporary living? This is what she calls a small house! No wonder Han Ming could only sigh in disbelief.
My father-in-law said that the more than ten million yuan he earned was no more than three or five yuan in his eyes, and he was absolutely right.
They bought this so-called small house with ease; their financial power is truly beyond the comprehension of the average person.
Han Ming earned over ten million yuan, barely managing to get a small piece of the pie in the circle of the wealthy.
Standing in this newly renovated luxury villa, Han Ming finally found his way into the door of a truly wealthy family's home—or rather, he barely managed to get inside.
Han Ming also met the butler, Uncle An, who had gone ahead to make arrangements. He was an ordinary-looking old man.
He was dressed simply but respectably. He wasn't very tall, perhaps because he was getting older and his height was starting to shrink. He looked about the same height as his girlfriend, Xiaolu.
Time has left indelible marks on his face: gray hair and a face full of wrinkles.
However, Uncle Amber's face looked quite kind, with clear and sharp eyes, and he was also agile.
Han Ming felt that this Uncle An looked somewhat like the housekeeper at Dong Xiaolu's home in the provincial capital. When he asked his girlfriend, it turned out that Uncle An and the housekeeper in the provincial capital were cousins.
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