Osmanthus shadows graced the clear autumn; fragrant sleeves drifted through the little garden.
Wang Yang followed the maid into the Xie Residence's garden. Along the way, mossy, winding paths lay half-hidden among flowering groves; slender rocks slept amid clouds, gently drawing him into secluded exploration.
Golden sunlight gathered its glow, secretly following the scattered breeze around the steps;
Fragmented leaves swayed their shade, lightly following the cool dew to moisten his lapels.
After only a few steps, he felt refreshed and clearheaded, and could not help admiring it inwardly.
He had visited this garden three times. It was not particularly large-at least, it was smaller than the Yu Family's garden with its lotus pond. But its layout was exquisite. The paths deliberately avoided straight lines, offering something worth seeing at every step, while thickly planted shrubs and hedges screened the view, preventing anyone from taking it all in at a glance.
The garden was also tended with great care. Spring and summer each offered different scenery, and now, in early autumn, it possessed yet another charm. How much would it cost to buy a garden like this?
He had heard that Le Xiaopang's uncle had spent over two hundred thousand on his garden, planting flowers as though it were a commercial nursery, gaudy and vulgar. In terms of taste, it fell far short of Little Xie's. Including the initial expense of buying the land and building it, a garden like this would cost at least three hundred thousand, wouldn't it?
After subtracting the three million invested in the Ten Thousand Mountains Freight Depot, taking out another three hundred thousand would count as "mobilizing the troops" for him. Still, the Face-Changing King had just given him two hundred thousand, so adding another hundred thousand would not be a problem. It was