Bald Yang Fei walked out from the store, heard this sentence, and piled up a smile, saying: "I originally wanted to build a bigger house, but for some reason, it wasn't approved here."
Strange, he couldn't understand why suddenly they weren't allowed to build houses.
Lin Zida was good at reading people's expressions, seeing this bald man, he judged that the other was the owner, and chimed in: "Small is good, small is also good, less cost."
Yang Fei: "I also think so, it's rural tourism, after all, the important thing is the experience, the different experience from the city."
"You're Brother Wang's son, right?" Yang Fei said to Wang Yong.
"Uncle, have you met me?" Wang Yong asked uncertainly.
"You kid look too much like your dad, recognized it at a glance." Yang Fei naturally replied.
While chatting, he led the group into the courtyard, which was quite spacious with two houses combined, Yang Fei didn't underestimate them just because they were young.
