Nighttime.
Song Guanchao arrived at the Fengmen Building's convenience store.
He planned to stay here for a while.
In the courtyard, Zhong Aimin was sipping on some liquor, occasionally humming a tune, in high spirits.
Song Guanchao asked, "Old man, did you see the demolition plan?"
"I did."
"You did?" Song Guanchao was quite surprised, "You saw it and still so happy? Did you miss something?"
Zhong Aimin said, "The house ticket compensation, didn't miss it."
"What do you think about this compensation plan then?"
"What can I think, I'm against it."
Song Guanchao sighed in relief.
But he felt the old man's reaction was too calm.
It's as if nothing could cause an emotional ripple for this old man.
You must know, this little store, front and back combined, is about three hundred square meters.
If demolished by market price, at least three million.
And in cash!
If replaced by house tickets, the price is completely different.
House tickets aren't worth much.
