Sir Wu Zhong shifted his head to the side, looking at Du Heng in surprise and asked, "You have a lot of money?"
"Yeah, a lot," Du Heng nodded seriously.
"How much?"
"Seven figures, and it should be even more in the second half of the year. Eight figures wouldn't be a problem."
"That is indeed quite a lot of money." After hearing the number, the old man's eyebrows twitched slightly. "Then help me pay off the remaining mortgage, will you?"
"Sure, how much is it?"
"It's for a place made by knocking through four original rooms, so I actually owe the loan for three rooms. The total is 1,203 yuan, with five years remaining. Calculate it yourself and pay it for me."
Upon hearing the number, Du Heng's eyelids involuntarily twitched.
Those who had bought houses early really made a fortune.
Just as he was about to continue chatting with Sir Wu Zhong, Wu Shengnan's mother called everyone to the table for dinner. Du Heng stopped talking and walked to the dining table with Sir Wu Zhong.
