Gu Fei followed Old Huang through the back door into an enormous courtyard. The ground was blanketed in dead leaves, and a small, two-story building stood on the other side.
They crossed the courtyard and entered the building. Inside, the room was surprisingly tidy, unlike the thick layer of dust outside.
Gu Fei found a clean chair and sat down. Old Huang wrung his hands. "Young lady, I don't have any tea in the house, nor anything else to offer you."
Gu Fei waved a hand dismissively. "Mr. Huang, there's no need for formalities. Let's just talk about renting this place."
Old Huang sat down. "Young lady, what kind of business are you planning to open if you rent this storefront?"
Gu Fei answered candidly, "I want to open an inn."
Back when she was an artsy young woman, she had a dream: to work hard, save up, and open an inn or a bar. She'd sip on a little wine each day, watch people from all walks of life, and listen to their stories. What a delightful life that would be.
