Old Tang asked with a smile, "Miss Shen, are you looking to buy a house?"
Shen Qinglan paused in her steps, turned her head to look at him, and said, "Do I look like someone who can afford a house?"
Her question was serious, without a hint of jest.
Old Tang's expression froze momentarily, then he forced a laugh and said, "Hearing you ask, I thought maybe you wanted to buy one."
Shen Qinglan wasn't ambiguous and said directly, "I want to buy, but I can't afford it."
At that moment, Shen Qinglan seemed to revert to the time before she joined the organization, when she was dirt poor.
Old Tang hesitated upon hearing this and said, "I do have a vacant property, three courtyard houses. It's not big, but quite charming.
Anyway, it's just sitting there empty. If you're interested, I won't charge much—how about three hundred taels?
Of course, you don't need to pay right away. You can pay when you have the money."
Three courtyard houses for three hundred taels?
