Changping Street.
The afternoon sun spilled into the alley, which was paved with bluestone slabs.
"Master Chen, this way, please."
A lean, sharp-looking middle-aged man in a worn, blue cloth tunic led Chen Qing through the crowded neighborhood.
After leaving the Chen Family's Old Mansion, Chen Qing had sought out this Broker, Zhao the Third, to look at houses.
After many twists and turns, they reached the end of a deep alley where a secluded courtyard suddenly came into view.
The wooden door was thick and heavy, coated in dark, somber lacquer.
"Master Chen, please have a look."
Zhao the Third paused, pointed at the large gate, and said with a grin, "This door bolt is made from a single piece of old camphor wood. It's solid! Some common thief wants to try their luck with a crowbar? Heh, break this? Not unless their hands are made of diamond!"
