Facing Feng Jun's asking price, Yuan Zihao was stunned for a moment, then shook his head decisively. "I can't afford it. This old man has been upright his whole life; I don't have that much money."
Whether you're upright or not has little to do with me, Feng Jun thought with a smile, saying nothing.
Yuan Zihao's curiosity had been piqued. "Can you tell me why this place is worth five billion?"
Yuan Huapeng was also somewhat dissatisfied with Feng Jun's arbitrary price. "It seems you only spent a little over a hundred million buying this place. Well, you spent some more building the walls... Am I wrong?"
Feng Jun smiled again. "Since you're here to escape the summer heat, stay a few more days. My assistant said she'd never been here before, either."
He did not explain why. He did not want to make something up, nor was there any need to.
Yuan Zihao gave him a deep look and did not press the matter further. Old people grew wise with age; he could sense that something was unusual, and he could take his time figuring it out. Arguing over it face-to-face was not something a wise man would do.
For now, he would simply enjoy this comfort. At his age, with his days numbered, every comfortable day counted.
It was already seven o'clock when the group left the Bamboo Forest.
That night, there were still two banquet tables at the manor. After dinner, Yuan Lao called over his eldest daughter-in-law. "Ask that youngest one of yours what's so unusual about the Martial Master's manor."
"How should I put it?" Xu Ruofang rubbed her forehead. "He's cultivating with Feng Jun now. He believes whatever Feng Jun tells him. All he told me was that this place is a feng