Dabao clutched onto Qi Qingyao's pants and asked quietly, "Mommy, what are you going to do?"
Qi Qingyao patted Dabao's head and smiled, saying unhurriedly, "You'll find out in a bit."
After the time taken to burn a stick of incense had passed, Zhang Cuiyun brought Zhang Tieyuan, who was a little drunk. Qi Qingyao scrutinized the middle-aged man.
"Zhang Tieyuan."
Zhang Tieyuan's eyes were bloodshot and he was holding a small wine jar in his hand. Drunk and confused, he looked at Qi Qingyao in a daze and asked in disdain, "Who the heck are you?"
Qi Qingyao replied, "I would like to discuss a business deal with you."
"Talk about business?" Zhang Tieyuan was extremely drunk and his mind would fail to register half the words at times.
Qi Qingyao answered casually, "I want to buy your house and your land for one hundred taels."
"One, one hundred?"
Zhang Tieyuan finally came to his senses at that moment.