Even Tang Xuewu and Tang Yuehua stared at Qin Long in shock. Xuexue didn't know what was happening, but she gathered that Qin Long wanted to buy a big house.
At that moment, the salesman, Brother Li, wiped his mouth and hurried over. "Mr. Qin, could you please repeat that? I don't think I heard you correctly."
Qin Long leaned on his cane and looked coldly at the man. "What, are your ears plugged? I said I want to buy the house now and pay in full."
"Xuewu, we don't have enough money! You have to stop him!" Tang Yuehua panicked. She only had five million on her card; after her recent spending, she couldn't possibly scrape together the more than eight million required.
Wang Ping, suppressing his astonishment, tried to reason with him. "Mr. Qin, perhaps we should look at the courtyard first?"
"No need," Qin Long said, dismissing the suggestion with a wave of his hand.
It's just a courtyard worth less than ten million. If it's not suitable, I'll simply buy another one.
