Xie Zhou was in a dilemma, ultimately driven by profit.
But he still had some sense and didn't take the silver first. Instead, he asked Gu Nian, "What information do you want to find out?"
"The third house down the alley on the back street of the town, whose house is it? Who lives there?"
Xie Zhou quickly pushed the silver forward, "Little girl, if you want to find out other things, as long as it's something that happened in Qingshan Town, I can tell you a thing or two. But about the matters in the back street alley, I'm afraid I can't help."
"That house? It wouldn't happen to be the one my father bought, would it?" Gu Nian's eyes were sharp, and she asked directly.
"I've said, no comment," Xie Zhou was obviously becoming somewhat impatient.
Gu Nian's lips curled up sarcastically, although she took out another silver ingot from her pocket, "The so-called 'no comment' is just because the benefit is not enough, right? Or, you name a price, how much silver would make you talk?"
