The estate agent showing Zhao Yan around properties had talked his throat hoarse. He had to admit that the houses on his books were indeed mediocre at best—otherwise he wouldn't have had to resort to such exaggerated flattery. But this was the capital, where the wealthy were everywhere; good properties were snapped up almost instantly, leaving behind only old, dilapidated houses. That was reality.
With a budget of a thousand taels, Zhao Yan could not afford anything high-end in the capital, so his choices were naturally restricted. The agent was quite helpless; he would have loved to sell off those properties if he could.
Yet the houses were simply unsuitable. He could not just settle for whatever was available out of haste—this was to be the future home for his entire family. With a sigh, Zhao Yan had no choice but to wave goodbye to the agent.
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