In this era, a property deed is just a piece of paper.
Jiang Mingyue looked at her name on the property deed and knew that Pan had put a lot of effort into it.
"Mr. Jiang, this isn't worth much. Don't take it to heart." In the future, I'll repay you even more.
Seeing him say this, Jiang Mingyue was not shy. She often went into the city, and having a house was nice, at least a place to rest.
"Then, I must thank you, Pan."
"I should be thanking you."
"All this thanking back and forth is troublesome, let's both not thank each other."
"Alright, I'll listen to Mr. Jiang."
Down in the basement, Jiang Mingyue saw that unlike the last time when the boxes were uniform in size, this time they were assorted, varying in size and material, even including aluminum boxes.
"Open them and take a look," Pan Zhoucong urged.
Jiang Mingyue didn't decline and symbolically opened a box in front of her.
