Michael Lei was a second-generation mixed-race man. Though he had black hair and dark eyes, his fair skin, deep-set eye sockets, and high nose bridge all revealed his maternal grandfather's heritage.
Michael Lei's wife, Qian, was a genuine Funiu native. Nearly forty, she had maintained both her figure and skin quite well. One glance was enough to tell that she must have been a great beauty in her youth.
Feng Jun was somewhat surprised by Michael Lei's choice. Madam Qian completely fit the Xia people's standards of beauty, unlike several famous Xia people abroad, who catered more to Western Continent aesthetics.
Beside Michael Lei and his wife stood a man and a woman, both staff members from the Yang City government. They vaguely knew how difficult Feng Jun and Zhang Weihong could be, but they had to be present on an occasion like this.
The two sides exchanged a few pleasantries. Since they had no real acquaintance, they quickly got down to business.
Michael Lei spoke very directly. "My wife likes this residence of Mr. Feng's very much. If the issue is the price, I think the Yang City officials have already done their utmost. But I personally am willing to add another three million... in Mairui currency."
It turned out that the city subsidized their home purchase. In principle, it covered sixty percent of the market price. In other words, for the original three hundred million Michael Lei had offered for the house, the city would pay one hundred and eighty million, while Michael Lei himself only needed to pay one hundred and twenty million.
That was also why the earlier price negotiations had been so drawn-out and strangely awkward.
It was easy enough to understand. Although the city wanted very much to retain Michael Lei, land was something