"Besides, the houses he kept are basically more than 100 square meters. In his words, even if they are resold in the future, they will be easier to sell."
After Han Ye finished speaking, he simply lifted the quilt, got out of bed, walked to the bookcase in his room, found a map of Nanjing, then returned to Yu Wanwan, and spread the map in front of her eyes He said, "Here, take a look, on this map, as long as it is marked with a red dot, there are houses owned by my father..."
Yu Wanwan looked at the map of Nanjing in front of her with a confused face. On it, there were two or three red dots in almost every district in Nanjing. When you glanced at the whole map, the red dots were almost as large as A dozen or twenty.
"Isn't... your father... such a local tyrant?" Yu Wanwan stared at the map in front of her for a while, then raised her head stiffly, looked at Han Ye, and asked stammeringly.
"This... is okay." Han Ye pursed his lips, frowned slightly, looked at the map in front of him, and said, "The housing prices in Nanjing have only increased in the past two years. Ten years ago, House prices are not expensive at all, like some people like to buy jewelry, some people like to buy bags and shoes, but my dad... he likes to buy houses... "
Listening to Han Ye's words, Yu Wanwan didn't know what to say for a while.
"Besides..." Han also blinked, looked at Yu Wanwan and smiled and said, "It's really not that I despise that Zhen Jianguo, you said that he only got 60 million after working hard for so many years, and the money It’s still stored in the bank card and I dare not spend it. Look at my father, he owes 80 million to any bank loan... "
"I..." Yu Wanwan said to Han Ye with difficulty, "Can I ask... How much is your father worth?"
"I'm not very clear about this." Han Ye sighed softly, and said helplessly to Yu Wanwan, "My father didn't want to tell me, but it was about ten years ago... I eavesdropped on my father. From the conversation with my mother, his company’s assets at that time were several hundred million.”
Yu Wanwan only felt that her whole body was going to be petrified.
She looked at Han Ye in front of her, and after a moment of silence, she waved to him and said, "Wait a minute, I want to calm down."
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Han also looked at the confused expression on her face and raised his eyebrows at her. Although he really wanted to continue talking to her, he swallowed the words when they reached his lips.
Yu Wanwan lowered her head and looked at the quilt she was holding in her hand. After a while, she raised her head, looked at Han Ye with complicated eyes and said, "After a long time, it turns out that you are a rich second generation?"
"Ah??" Han also froze for a moment, a gleam of doubt flashed in those deep eyes, then stretched out his hand and scratched the back of his head and said, "I... don't count?? I'm so pitiful, when I meet Were you a rich second generation who ate takeout and instant noodles every day?"
Yu Wanwan stared at Han Ye for a while, and then said in a weak voice, "How should I put it, the rich second generation in my mind is usually filled with various courses from morning to night, such as etiquette, English, French, riding, piano, etc., you are indeed the first rich second generation I have ever seen who have neither education nor skill."