Judging from the fading of the "For Sale" sign on these houses, they've probably been on the market for at least six months.
It hasn't sold yet, most likely because the buyer is asking for a high price.
Even if you have the money, you won't be able to buy a house in this area in twenty years.
But she only has about 20,000 yuan in her pocket, which is far from enough to buy such a big house.
She was about to leave with some regret.
The man took her hand and went straight to the door to knock.
There was no response from inside for a while, but the shopkeepers next door heard the commotion and came out to ask, "Who are you looking for?"
"Hello, we'd like to find the owner of this house. Is it no one home?"
As soon as Huo Beixiao spoke, the other party knew, "Oh, you're looking for Old Lady Tong. You won't find her by knocking on the door here. Go into this alley next to you, and it's the third courtyard. She lives there."
"Thank you!" Yang Qiaoqiao said.
The other party waved his hand and said, "Don't be so polite. Are you trying to buy Grandma Tong's house? Let me tell you, if you want this house, you'd better not bother."
"Grandma Tong's prices are ridiculously high, and she won't let anyone bargain. Everyone who tried to negotiate before was kicked out by her. Don't bother going there and making a fool of yourselves."
Yang Qiaoqiao thanked him again, her hand hidden in Huo Beixiao's coat pocket, and tugged at him, saying, "Brother Xiao, shall we go back?"
Huo Beixiao gently stroked her slightly red nose, which was a little cold, with his large hand. "Why go back? We finally ran into each other, and you like it."
“But it’s too expensive, not worth it.” Yang Qiaoqiao frowned.
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