Young Master Han
Editor: Atlas Studios
"Let's go." Hong Dali walked out and circled around the estate. To be honest, he was not really angry. After all, he knew that everyone had their own worries. There was no point in making things difficult. After all, a villa worth sixteen million yuan could not be reconstructed just like that.
Five hundred thousand yuan were indeed too little.
Hong Dali looked at the bright side of things. However, things took an unexpected turn.
Just as Hong Dali was leaving, he suddenly heard the manager's voice. "Aiya, Young Master Han, what brings you here today? Please sit, please sit."
That sounded pretty gross.
Hong Dali turned around and saw the manager holding someone by the arm as they walked in. The young man was around 26 years old and dressed in well-tailored casual clothes. He could not make out the brand, but it definitely was not cheap. He wore an Omega watch and some shiny leather shoes.