"What? You want to bid on Qushui Garden?"
An Kexin, who had just returned from outside and freshened up, was taken aback when she heard Lin Jie's decision. She hurriedly asked, "A Jie, why did you suddenly think of buying Qushui Garden, which is worth two or three billion?"
She reiterated, "This is two or three billion, not twenty to thirty million, and certainly not two or three million."
Lin Jie reached out and pulled An Kexin into his arms, letting her sit on his lap. Inhaling the fragrance of her hair, he said softly, "I remember you previously said that Qushui Garden is different from ordinary residences; it's a rare commodity."
"Even if the economic environment gets worse, its value doesn't depreciate much. In other words, once you acquire it, the chances of it devaluing significantly are relatively small."
An Kexin nodded and said, "While that's true, you've invested all your money in the Anlin Garden project, which is another two or three billion in expenses."
