The man was stunned.
With suspicion, he asked, "Aren't you here to rent? My house is not for sale."
Hearing this.
Cong Shuang turned to look at the man.
Said indifferently, "In this world, there is nothing that isn't for sale. If it exists, it just means the price isn't right. Try naming a price."
The man looked at Cong Shuang and the followers behind her.
Tentatively, he said, "Then... three hundred million?"
This location and area, although good, three hundred million is quite exaggerated.
The market value here is at most a little over two hundred million.
This offer is like a lion's mouth opening wide.
Perhaps it's also to wait for Cong Shuang to negotiate.
So, in fact, he still wanted to sell, just thought that ordinary people couldn't afford it, so he said it wasn't for sale.
Unexpectedly.
Cong Shuang, hearing the price, directly pulled out a money pouch and threw it over.
She said, "My people will handle the paperwork with you. Now, leave my house."
Ah?
