Xiao Sun was startled by his loud voice and trembled.
Then Tuantuan forced a guilty smile and said, "What, what's not fair?"
Zhou Hongsong said coldly, "Old Master Wei may be hard of hearing, but he's not blind. Didn't you agree on a price of 28,000 with the owner?"
Xiao Sun felt a chill run down his spine; he was doomed!
Why didn't I let them come today? It was because I couldn't coax Grandpa Wei away. If I replaced them with my own people, I was afraid Grandpa Wei would expose the truth!
Unexpectedly, they were quite cunning, quietly following behind us.
This old man Wei is something else. He's smoking the Daqianmen cigarettes that I gave him myself, why doesn't he know to keep his mouth shut?
They'll spill anything!
But at this point, complaining about Grandpa Wei would be of no use.
With a forced smile, he quickly explained, "Uncle Wei is just a doorman, how would he know so much? The house price is indeed 50,000! Well, Uncle Wei is getting senile..."
"You grandson—you're the one who's getting senile!"
Suddenly, a loud, resonant sound rang out; it was Grandpa Wei.
His hearing loss wasn't complete deafness; in quiet environments, he could hear even the softest sounds more clearly.
Just now, Bai Yulong asked him about the homeowner, and he casually mentioned that Xiao Sun and the homeowner had agreed on a selling price of 25,000 yuan, and he was present when the deposit was paid.
In his opinion, what's the big deal?
Fair trade and transparent pricing mean that even if Xiao Sun wants to make money, it's just a hard-earned referral fee, nothing shameful about it.
After finishing the Zhonghua cigarette that Bai Yulong had given him inside, he savored the taste and found it much better than Daqianmen cigarettes, as it didn't irritate his throat. He then wanted to go outside and ask Bai Yulong for another one, but unexpectedly, he overheard Xiao Sun saying that he was senile.
Grandpa Wei, who used to be the deputy head of the security department of a primary school, recalls his days of commanding troops and pointing out the flaws in the country. How could he bear to hear people say that he is senile?
This is absolutely outrageous!
"Clang—"
A crisp sound rang out as the gourd that Grandpa Wei had been twirling in his hand slammed straight down on Little Sun's head.
"Ouch~"
A dull, painful thud sounded, and Xiao Sun covered his forehead with his hand, feeling a sticky liquid flowing down his forehead.
He reached out and saw that his hand was red.
"Oh my god, blood!"
Xiao Sun rolled his eyes, his body went limp, and he collapsed on the spot.
Li Xiangdong and Zhou Hongsong exchanged a glance. What was going on?
A gourd hit him on the head and he was knocked unconscious. It must have been that serious!
Or does this young Sun have a hidden illness?
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Xiao Sun lay pale on the hospital bed with a white bandage wrapped around his head. Grandpa Wei sat on the stool next to him, a little scared, and kept explaining to Bai Yulong that he didn't do it on purpose.
Bai Yulong could only keep reassuring him, "Nobody expected that a grown man like him could have hemophobia!"
"Yes, Uncle Wei, don't be afraid, it's just a small cut."
"Yeah, if it weren't for Xiao Sun's fear of blood and our rush to get him to the hospital, his little wound would probably have healed by now."
As everyone offered words of comfort to Grandpa Wei, they failed to notice that Little Sun on the hospital bed had slowly woken up.
He said in a resentful tone, "Brothers, it's me who's injured. Shouldn't I be the one comforting you?"
When Grandpa Wei saw that Little Sun was awake, his heart immediately settled down. He leaned over and said loudly, "I didn't do it on purpose, why are you trying to extort me?"
Sun was furious. How could this old man turn the tables and blame the old man?
He sat up abruptly in bed, ready to argue with Grandpa Wei, but before he could even utter a word, he saw Zhou Hongsong looking at him with a half-smile, arms crossed.
He immediately lay back down, muttering repeatedly, "Ouch, ouch, my head hurts so much. What just happened? I can't quite remember..."
Zhou Hongsong stepped forward, reached out and pulled him up, "Alright, stop pretending, let's talk about the house!"
Knowing there was no way to avoid it, Xiao Sun opened his eyes and said pitifully, "Brother Zhou, I have an eighty-year-old mother to support and a baby who is still breastfeeding. My family is really short of money..."
Grandpa Wei: "You're not married yet, where did this child come from!"
Xiao Sun rolled his eyes inwardly. "My goodness, Uncle Wei, aren't you deaf? How come you can hear everything I say now!"
Grandpa Wei: "What dragon? If you keep lying, I'll help you get the dragon!"
Xiao Sun: "Come on, if I can't afford to offend you, can't I at least avoid you? Can you rest over there for a while?"
Everyone else was amused, and seeing the atmosphere ease, Xiao Sun quickly seized the opportunity, "Brother Zhou, I don't have a job, I just earn some money for my wife by dealing in houses. I only asked for a little more because I saw how wealthy you are, and I thought even a hair on your head is thicker than my waist. Look, how about this, the landlord wants 25,000, you pay 25,000. As for my share, it depends on your mood, Brother Zhou. You can give me a little, or if you don't give me a penny, I'll accept it..."
Xiao Sun became more and more upset as he spoke, and when he said he would accept not getting a single cent, he almost burst into tears.
Seeing his bitter expression, Zhou Hongsong was almost amused by his antics. She casually smacked him, "Stop being so girly and howling! You think you're right to lie to people?"
Little Sun's eyes were brimming with tears, threatening to fall but not quite, making her look especially pitiful.
Looking at him, Li Xiangdong realized that this young man, Xiao Sun, wasn't very old. Upon asking, he found out that he was indeed only nineteen years old.
"Brother Sun, how about this, I'll give you a thousand yuan as a referral fee, how about it?"
Xiao Sun was overjoyed to receive a thousand yuan under these circumstances. Before he could even say thank you, Zhou Hongsong resolutely rejected Li Xiangdong's offer.
"No way! I'll give him a hundred yuan at most!"
“Yeah, Xiangdong, you can’t spend money like that. We’ve all asked around, and a lot of people help register houses for sale. They just charge a fee for connecting people, maybe two packs of cigarette filters at most.”
"Exactly! This kid is planning to smuggle our money back and forth, evading taxes once! If the tax authorities find out, they'll definitely arrest him."
"Hmph, didn't he give them a 10% deposit? Let's not take the house anymore. If he doesn't buy it himself, those 2,500 yuan will be wasted!"
Everyone was talking at once, and Xiao Sun broke out in a cold sweat.
Goodness gracious! He thought that since the person was from out of town, they would be easy to fool, but he didn't expect that the person knew everything about the matter.
They even directly pointed out tax evasion.
He was a ruthless man. After hearing those words, he immediately got out of bed and said, "Brothers, I don't want a single penny of this house. I'll take you to transfer the ownership right now!"
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