"We aren't selling anything, just want to ask you about something." Jiang Qingluan reached into her pocket and pulled out a wrinkled two yuan bill.
Sure enough, upon seeing the money, the old man's breath steadied, his eyes brightened, and his back straightened considerably. Immediately, he dropped the snakeskin bag and eagerly invited them inside, "Come, sit inside the house!"
"No need, sir, we'll talk right here while enjoying the sun," Jiang Qingluan politely declined, as she didn't know the old man's background. If he were a ghost, stepping inside would be like stepping into a trap.
Although it was unlikely, she had to be cautious; in a past mission, a teammate was tricked into a house by a ghost and ended up sawed in half.
Veteran players may not have innate talent, but with experience comes wisdom.
The old man squinted his eyes, looking as if he could see right through them, and slowly said, "You're here to ask about that old factory, right?"
