Lin Ye stared at the text message on the phone screen, his fingers trembling slightly.
"Dear Mr. Lin Ye, you have legally inherited a barren mountain with coordinates of 28 degrees 34 minutes north latitude and 119 degrees 12 minutes east longitude. Please go through the procedures within 72 hours after receiving the text message."
Barren mountains?
His parents died in a car accident three years ago, leaving only a pile of debts and this dilapidated hilltop that no one looked down upon.
"Brother Ye, don't look at it. Can gold grow out of that broken mountain?" Fatty Wang bit into the skewers, his mouth full of oil. "I tell you, sell it quickly for money. At least it will be enough for you to pay half a year's rent."
