The woman heard the middle-aged man's words, her eyes suddenly lit up, and a greedy expression appeared on her face: "Yes, yes, quickly ask him how much he can offer, don't let this big boss slip away."
"I'll go to the town to check if your dad can still receive his social security this year. I heard from others that as long as you don't report the news of someone's death, you can still receive it for two or three more years."
"Alright, you go ahead." The middle-aged man nodded and followed the woman out the door, returning to Qi Yun's side with a smile on his face: "Boss, how about it? This osmanthus tree is nice, isn't it?"
Qi Yun didn't really understand these things, he just nodded slightly: "Not bad, how much are you planning to sell it for?"
