This "sweet deal" was more than just a little tempting, but it required privately making up the difference with twenty thousand yuan worth of small gold bars. Even if he had plenty of gold on hand, he couldn't just use it.
How much was one small gold bar worth anyway? Just the other day in Sea City, the exchange rate from that guy, Lao Liu, had been ten yuan per gram. Twenty thousand yuan would equate to a truly massive amount of gold.
Even if Brother He Ping wanted to front him some of the money, he couldn't just whip out the remaining gold bars. It wasn't a matter of trusting Brother He Ping's character—it was just not how things were done.
The most reasonable and safest option was to just give up on this large courtyard house. But then there was another problem: Brother He Ping had just served this opportunity up on a silver platter and was now staring at him, eagerly awaiting a response.
