The old Daoist realized it was Cameron Spencer, that reckless father of Nick Zeller, who had arranged the deal.
Otherwise, with such a big business, how many Feng Shui Masters would be eyeing it, how could he have it all to himself?
"Which company would make such a grand move?" the old Daoist asked curiously, "Building villas on that Feng Shui treasure land near the Imperial Citadel and securing a hundred acres of land isn't simple, right?"
"It's hillside land, not too bad, not difficult," Nick Zeller said nonchalantly, "I calculated before, and there's no problem. I also seriously checked the Feng Shui; that land isn't good for planting trees, but for building houses, especially villas, turning the surrounding trees into shrubs and landscape trees will do."
"That's good then." The old Daoist smiled and drank his soup, "When are they paying you?"
