"Three thousand?"
"Have you lost your damn mind over money? Buying out this crappy place doesn't even require that much!"
"It's true what they say about poor mountains and evil waters producing cunning people. Asking for that much right off the bat, do you even know how thick three thousand bucks stacked up is? You poor bastard!"
A middle-aged man was immediately enraged, even blurting out obscenities, a stark contrast to his previous image of a genteel, composed entrepreneur.
"That's the price. Take it or leave it!"
Zhao Tienan glanced over, speaking calmly, his face full of disdain.
He realized that these two middle-aged men might have some money, but definitely not a lot, certainly not enough to qualify as tycoons.
Otherwise, they wouldn't explode with profanities over three thousand bucks. At least, none of the wealthy people Zhao Tienan had encountered was ever like that—not his father, nor the town's Boss Qiu...
