In the yard, Yang Jie was talking to the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man's name was Wang Dazhi, and his nickname was Wang Er. Although his name was not pleasant to the ears, he was a true millionaire. Over ten buildings of nearby martial arts schools had been handed down by Wang Er's ancestors.
Wang Er didn't have to do anything else. He just had to look at which martial arts school's annual rent was due and collect rent. He didn't have to hire anyone else. He could easily complete it alone. Millions of yuan of rent went into his pockets every year.
This was before the real estate industry expanded. In a few years, when China's real estate develops, Baiyun City will be expensive. If this area was demolished again, Wang Er's net worth would probably exceed a hundred million yuan.
"Really?"
When Wang Er heard Yang Jie say that he would pay the rent on time, he couldn't help but look suspicious.
