"Not selling is not an option. Once it's near the subway, it can't become a transportation hub. You won't be able to grow vegetables anymore, building towers is inevitable."
"No," Qin Xiangnuan pulled his hand away, not letting him touch her hair; it had become a conditioned reflex. During her confinement, he liked to touch it, and she was afraid he would get a greasy hand, but he didn't mind at all. Now although the grease was gone, it still felt weird to her.
She shook her head, trying to shake off the grease as if it were still there.
"I don't want to exchange it for money, but for buildings." This had always been her plan. She didn't have the capacity to invest in property development, so she flipped houses instead. Now was the golden time for flipping houses, especially in the capital, the most bustling area in the whole country, where soon every inch of land would be worth its weight in gold, and it would be difficult to find a place to live.
