Wonderful Time with a Fine Scenery, but Where were the Flowers Looking Like Snow

"Wei Hai, seems you are no longer sick. Starting to think of money again?' said Wang Mingbao with a smile. He knew clearly that Wang Yao preferred a peaceful lifestyle to a busy and noisy lifestyle. It wouldn't be possible to have a hotel on Nanshan hill.

"No money could buy the peaceful lifestyle here," said Li Maoshuang.

"Well, just ignore me. I was kidding," said Wei Hai immediately.

"So how long is your contract for Nanshan hill?" asked Li Maoshuang.

"Twenty years," said Wang Yao.

"Twenty years is too short," said Li Maoshuang.

"I don't think so," said Wang Yao with a smile.

Without poker, Mahjong, coffee, wine, or music, the four of them just spent the whole afternoon peacefully on the hill.

It started to get dark outside. The red clouds in the sky looked very pretty.

"Aye, I don't want to leave," said Li Maoshuang.

"Then stay here," said Wang Yao with a smile.