Qin Hao looked out through the car window. On both sides of the road were buildings usually three or four stories high, with absolutely no sight of tall skyscrapers or office buildings.
Scattered along the street, he could see a few cars and occasionally some small restaurants catering to customers.
Next to him, Anna curiously asked, "Mr. Qin, why come to a place like this? Are you investing?"
Qin Hao smiled slightly, "I'm here to buy a small island."
"Buy an island?" Curiosity flickered in Anna's eyes as she wondered, why run here to buy an island?
The convoy eventually stopped inside the State Guesthouse of Bula City, reserved for foreign guests. Silin's people had already coordinated with the folks from Ban Guo Country; this was their arranged accommodation.
Moreover, there were no large five-star hotels in Bula City; the State Guesthouse was the best place around.
