Feng Wenhui's words carried the implication that he did not really want to get involved, but they were old neighbors, so he could not say it outright.
Uncle Gen understood what he meant too, but telling him this now... was far too late.
He was anxious to settle the matter. The house could originally have sold for one hundred seventy or one hundred eighty thousand, but once demolition and relocation began, its price would soar. Even if it did not double, an increase of one hundred thousand would be no problem.
To be honest, the demolition plan had not been finalized, and no one knew how high the price would rise. That was precisely why Duck Neck was eager to get this house, while Uncle Gen could not bring himself to sell it at a reasonable price.
Seeing that Feng Wenhui was not taking a stance, Uncle Gen turned to Feng Jun. "Xiao Jun, can you help mediate?"
"Mediate? There's no mediating this," Zhang Zeping spoke up. He loafed around all day and knew these tricks well. "That's a gambling debt. They make their living off this. Even calling the police would be useless... that'd be taking away their livelihood and cutting off their source of income."
Then his eyes shifted. "Old Gen, why not just sell the house to Feng Jun?"
The Feng brothers acknowledged Liu Laogen as an old acquaintance, but Zhang Zeping had no such connection. He might as well do Feng Jun a favor and curry some favor with him.
How could Feng Jun do something like that? After pondering for a moment, he said, "Fine. They blindly barged into my home and ruined my parents' mood, so I'll handle it for you... Uncle Gen, let me say something unpleasant: there won't be a next time."