This house caught Yang Zhiqiang's eye at first glance. It was a four-room house with glass windows. At four hundred and thirty, it wasn't expensive at all; you couldn't build something like this in the village without spending at least four hundred.
"Brother Li, I've taken a liking to this house. What's the price?"
"Four hundred and thirty is the firm price, not a penny less. But since you're Old Wu's coworker, I'll leave the firewood and such for you."
Yang Zhiqiang nodded, "Alright, Brother Li, you're straightforward. So, let's handle the transfer tomorrow. I didn't bring that much money today, just have sixty on me for a deposit."
"Alright. Once the deposit is paid, both our families can rest assured.
If it weren't for some unavoidable reasons forcing me to move, this house wouldn't be for sale even at six hundred."
Yang Zhiqiang smiled and nodded, pulling out the money and handing it over.
