Although the house was brick and tile, it was indeed somewhat dilapidated.
As soon as the homeowner opened the door, Zhao Xinxin had taken one look and knew it.
"Are you here to see the house?"
The homeowner was a man who looked to be about fifty-six years old.
"Yes, we're here to see the house. Can you show us around?"
The homeowner glanced at Mrs. Wang, then at Zhao Xinxin, noting the way they were dressed, which suggested they had money.
If they decided, they might sincerely buy it.
He began to show them the house, room by room.
Mrs. Wang, while looking around, complained.
"These beams are all termite-eaten..."
"These doors and windows won't do either. It's about to get cold, and they can't keep out the winter wind and snow..."
In any case, Mrs. Wang pointed out flaws in every room they looked at.
Listening to them, the homeowner felt completely uncertain.
Would they buy it or not?
"Comrade, how much are you asking for this house?"
