He lifted his head, his gaze like needles dipped in ice, precisely piercing toward Li Guozhu.
"Ha! What to eat? Just drink the northwest wind! But—our Uncle Li's family has good fortune!" His speech was rapid, laden with sarcasm and a hint of barely noticeable jealousy, as he forcefully tapped his phone screen, "Look! Do you see it clearly? This piece here! Marked with 'Phase one planning of the resettlement area' in a tiny red block! It encloses Old Li's old house completely!"
His voice suddenly rose, filled with a sense of unbelievable absurdity: "Good heavens! Uncle Li! Your piece of old house is sitting solidly in a nest of gold! Demolition! Sky-high compensation! Money that can't be spent in a lifetime! Congratulations, Uncle Li, you are going to the top overnight! Your daughter will never have to worry about the two of you again, it's you who should worry about how to spend that money!"
These thunderous words instantly exploded in the deathly still room!
