Lin Qin knew that the real estate agent's words could only be half-believed. Seeing the guilty yet ingratiating smile on the other person's face, she figured they didn't even believe what they were saying.
But Lin Qin believed it and immediately decided to take the shop.
The real estate agent widened his eyes in surprise, "Comrade, are you sure? This is 550 bucks! Not a small sum!"
He had indeed been coaxing Lin Qin to buy the shop earlier, but now that she really wanted to buy it, he felt nervous.
They advertised the shop every day, but not many people asked about it. It had been three months, and still very quiet; he really had no confidence in the development of Friendship Square.
Lin Qin nodded affirmatively, "I just want this one!"
No matter which shop on this street, it will be a prosperous shop in the future; she remembered that even those selling groceries could earn a house.
