Yu Zhiyuan's analysis was spot-on, but Yu Qingzhu put forth a suggestion, "I feel like he's really short of money?"
"He's not short on money, at most he lacks a way to liquidate his assets; did you not see his Mutton Fat White Jade house?" Yu Zhiyuan sighed softly. "It's entirely made of mutton fat white jade...That's a priceless treasure."
Yu Qingzhu gasped lightly, "Ah, that white building? I really hadn't noticed."
"I went in for a visit," Yu Zhiyuan smiled, "He didn't even let me go up to the second floor, saying that since the house was built, less than five people have gone inside... Heh, do you think I should feel honored?"
Yu Qingzhu hesitated before asking, "Then why does he charge so much for curing people? Can't we just pay money to cultivate?"
She knew Feng Jun, in treating her grandfather, had quoted a price of one hundred million—although the treatment worked well, the fee was also impressive.
