The car stopped in front of a traditional courtyard house in the city.
"We're here," Zhang Fuen said with a smile.
"This place is so rundown. Dean Zhang, are you sure a wealthy person lives here?"
Xu Xiangbei got out of the car, looked at the shabby red-painted wooden door, and pouted.
"Mr. Xu, what you may not know is that not just anyone can own a courtyard house like this, especially in the bustling downtown area. Such a traditionally styled courtyard house is ten times more expensive than a luxuriously decorated European-style villa."
Zhang Fuen said with a smile.
"Really?"
Xu Xiangbei was still a bit skeptical.
"Mr. Xu, you might not know that this courtyard house has a permanent property right, not divided by household registry, and comes with a property certificate and a state-allocated land deed. Just the land itself is priceless."
Zhang Xuesong explained.
"I see," Xu Xiangbei realized.
"Dean Zhang, sorry for not greeting you sooner, please forgive me."
