Shen Weimin had just been bantering, making a joke in the heat of the moment. He never expected to get those three words in response. 'It's simple'? She had to be kidding. The down payment for this house was no small sum.
He was even planning that if they secured the house Brother He Ping recommended, after haggling the price down a bit, he would tell his eldest uncle that it cost a total of 11,000 yuan, with two small gold bars given on the side.
Of that 11,000, 9,000 would be handled by his second uncle, and 2,000 would come from the red envelope money and savings he and his wife had accumulated during their engagement. The two small gold bars were from his own family.
The story was plausible. Forget his eldest uncle; even his own parents would believe it. It wasn't like he and Changqing hadn't gotten their hands on a few high-quality ginseng roots over the years.
