"It doesn't matter. When the time comes, we can knock down all the dilapidated houses nearby and re-plan the construction." Stephanie didn't think this was a big problem.
The gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose shone strangely under the candlelight.
"This place is too bad. We have to pay additional modification costs. The expected transfer fee must be lowered." Her voice was cold and emotionless.
Wayne was in a daze, as if he saw a stream of complex data flashing across her candlelight-reflecting lenses.
...Well done, Miss Stephanie. He turned his head and reached out to touch Chrissy's arm.
Before she looked annoyed and wanted to pull away, Wayne asked with concern: "Is it cold? It seems a bit cold." His palms were still warm, and touching Chris was like touching a cool piece of material. Hydration bag, very comfortable.
Chris pursed her lips, pulled his hand over, and pressed his arm against hers.
Wayne looked at Chris's seemingly disgusted expression and her very honest actions, and laughed.
I saw him out of the corner of my eye
Looking at herself with a look of doting, Chris turned her head to the other side in embarrassment, not wanting to see this guy.
The two of them were playing around the table, while Karen walked to the other side of the living room and stretched out a finger to touch the few ornaments.
Glancing at the thick dust left on her fingertips, Kallen frowned.
"This place hasn't been properly cleaned for a long time."
"It's not surprising. After all, it seems that the owner's money turnover is very difficult." Stephanie seemed to have finally settled on a satisfactory price, and her tone sounded like she had a winning ticket.
Well... Chris has given Stephanie full authority over bargaining. Time passed by minute by minute, and after waiting for a long time, the old servant turned back again.
Although everyone present was not furious, they were somewhat dissatisfied with this lazy hospitality.
Wayne's eyes stayed on the face of the man who walked in behind the old servant. He was a man with two moustache, two heads taller than the stooped old servant, not short but on the thin side.
Judging from the unnatural shape of the high-rising ends of his mustache, it must have been carefully trimmed.
Her hair was all tied back in a low ponytail.
"Sorry for keeping everyone waiting." He said sorry, but there was no apology at all on his face.
According to the basic information provided by the city guard, this person should be the Viscount Modric who came to the royal capital from other provinces.
He walked to the wooden table in the empty living room and sat down. He yawned and stretched for a long time, as if he had just woken up.
The four people sitting in a row opposite looked at this man without saying a word. For a moment, the scene froze for a moment.
"How many of them?" Modric said in surprise.
"Aren't you here to discuss business with me?" Wayne suddenly wanted to punch him hard in the face.
As the representative of this mission, Stephanie took over the topic without changing her expression.
"Yes, I heard that you want to sell this piece of land. We are very sincere and took the time to visit you today." After a brief polite opening, Stephanie changed her tone in vain.
"But! You don't seem to have the intention to conclude a transaction, and the property is not the same as the general description in the city guard's filing." She said sternly: "I can understand that you are deliberately deceiving now. , Do you want to offend the dignity of the Wenche family?" From the very beginning, he used his family's power to suppress others, and his attitude was extremely tough.
However, Modric just tapped his ears casually, as if he didn't even listen to this long paragraph.
"Sell, of course!" A meaningful smile appeared on his face,
"It's just... you have to sell it at the right price." Stephanie looked hesitant.
"So, what is the appropriate price in your mind?" Although the person in front of me is disgusting, as long as he buys this land, he will naturally be able to pack up and go wherever he wants.
However, he gave an unexpected answer
"I won't sell it for money." Modric held the edge of the table with both hands, leaned forward slightly, and said seriously: "I give it to you for free!"... As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was silent.
Quiet again. Looking up at the dark and empty hall and the shabby ornaments with a thick layer of dust in the corner, Wayne stood up.
"Forget it, let's change places. Actually, I think the last one is pretty good. Although it's a bit small, it's right next to the market and the transportation is very convenient." Free things are the most expensive.
Mobile version: s://Looking at this posture, it is obviously a huge pit, and he will not step into it. Because she had been holding his hand, Chris stood up with him.
There was nothing she couldn't do, but she wasn't very satisfied with this place anyway.
"Wait!" Seeing that the cooked duck was about to fly, Modric immediately crossed over in a few agile steps and opened his hands to block the path of Wayne and Chris.
At this time, his eyes were bright, and he looked away from his sleepy appearance just now. One has to wonder if his performance just now was just pretentious.
"Are you really not going to think about it?" After realizing that the person currently in control of the situation was Wayne, he locked his sights on the young man with black hair and black eyes.
In my mind, I found the corresponding message in an instant. The magic genius of the Wenche family, if nothing else happens, will also be the heir to the Duke's position.
"I'm very cheap." He stared at Wayne and said. If he were to let such a big fish run away, he might not have the chance to encounter him again!
Modric felt that he was holding fate by the throat at this moment. Under his too hot gaze, Wayne felt a chill.
Could it be that I met a strange person again? So, he solemnly said: "I never do prostitution for free!" Enduring the pain of having his arm pinched by Chrissy, Wayne didn't even look at Modric, held hands with Chrissy, and walked around Obstacles go out.
"Why?!" Modric seemed to be in disbelief and shouted loudly behind Wayne: "Why not? I'm free!" It wasn't until he walked out of the hall and returned outside that he realized that it had started to rain lightly outside.
The sky is still bright, and the long and thin raindrops reflect brilliant colors under the sunlight.
"I, it's free." Modric's mournful roar still came from behind the door. The protracted tail note echoed several times in the empty room, adding a hazy echo to his lament.
Beside her, Chris snorted twice incomprehensibly. It doesn't seem pleasant. ...A girl's character is as unpredictable as the weather.
Looking at her face, Wayne smiled, leaned into her ear and asked softly: "Miss Chris, would you like to accompany me in the rain?" + New book] Mobile phone reading click to turn pages, eye protection. Power saving. Data saving function)
