Su Baokun frowned, his expression shifting constantly.

After a moment, as if he had made some extremely important decision, he stared at Wang Qian and said, "Boss Wang, if you still think 80,000 is too expensive, I can lower the price a bit more."

"Uncle, didn't we just say that we're not going to talk about the land anymore?"

Wang Qian smiled and said, "If things don't go well, it could damage our relationship and feelings. That would be terrible, wouldn't you say?"

Su Baokun's face turned even uglier.

Judging from this trend, if he doesn't drastically lower the price, Wang Qian probably won't continue negotiating.

Left with no other option, he considered it for a moment and had to settle for second best, "How about this, you name a reasonable price that you can accept, and that I can accept too, how about that?"

“Uncle, I’ve already said this before. If you ask again, I’ll say the same thing,” Wang Qian said calmly.

"Just fifty thousand?"

Su Baokun was still somewhat unwilling, "Couldn't you add more?"

“I’m a straightforward person, and I mean what I say. If you can’t accept my offer, then we can stop talking.”

Before Su Baokun could answer, Wang Qian pointed to the kettle on the stove, "The water's boiling, I'll make some tea first."

As he spoke, he immediately began to brew tea, his movements incredibly skillful.

Throughout, he wore a gentle smile and seemed completely uninterested in what Su Baokun said.

The more this happened, the more anxious Su Baokun became.

Today, Yang Shenglong took Wang Qian to the site for inspection. Wang Qian was the first person to come and negotiate the price, which shows that he really values ​​his land.

However, Wang Qian's current calm demeanor, coupled with the fact that Yang Shenglong seemed to have secretly brought gifts to Liu Qiming's house, suggests that Wang Qian may have given up on his own plot of land and is now preparing to buy Liu Qiming's.