"Here, this is the shop. Take a look."
A slovenly-dressed man said to another person.
"This shop is decent and well-made. You will definitely not lose out if you buy it. I told you, many people have been asking me about this shop. It's just that I won't sell it."
The man spoke very loudly, as if he was speaking on purpose for Song Ruan and the others to hear.
Song Ruan frowned and looked at the person who came.
The old lady couldn't help asking, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
The scoundrel snorted, "This shop belongs to my father, who do you think I am?"
"So you are Uncle Cheng's son!"
The old lady looked back and forth at him and the people he brought with him.
"You brought someone to see this house too? But I... I've already brought someone here to buy it."
Uncle Cheng's son glanced at them and said, "Does she like this...little beauty you brought?"
"I like him. Now, all I have to do is schedule a date with Uncle Cheng for a face-to-face meeting."
"You don't need to talk to my dad about this, just talk to her directly. But, she is so young, are you sure she can really make the decision? Do you have enough money?"
He looked Song Ruan up and down, and Song Ruan felt offended by his ruffian look.
"What are you looking at? If you keep looking, I'll poke you blind." Song Ruan said coldly.
The man was stunned.
Song Ruan didn't wait for her to respond and continued, "Does your family still consider age when selling a house? If that's the case, then I won't buy it."
Song Ruan was about to leave, but Uncle Cheng's son quickly tried to stop her, "Hey, don't, don't, don't! Tell me first, what do you think of this shop?"
Song Ruan thought for a while and nodded slightly: "This shop is okay."
In fact, when she saw that the owner's son was this kind of person, she didn't want to buy it. She was afraid that there would be trouble later, but this shop was really good and very much to her liking.
"Look, the person I brought also likes this shop. Since you all like it, then whoever offers the highest price will win. The original price of this house is 8,000 yuan per room. I will sell it to whoever offers the highest price." Uncle Cheng's son curled his lips in a smile and waited confidently for them to bid.
"You have two shops, don't you? Since you both like them, why don't we each have one?"
“That won’t work!”
"Why not?" Song Ruan glanced at him indifferently.
"Uh... Well, you guys must have picked the one you like."
"It's okay. I won't be picky. He can choose first, and the one left will be mine." Song Ruan said lightly.
"It still doesn't work."
"So what?"
Uncle Cheng's son hesitated for a while, then suddenly said, "I suddenly remembered! My father said that if we sell both shops to the same person, he hopes to find a good owner for both shops."
Song Ruan looked at him indifferently and listened to his nonsense.
She could tell early on that something was wrong with Uncle Cheng's son.
He and the person he brought with him obviously knew each other, and they often exchanged glances in private, so they just thought they were pretending well. Z.br>
At first, she just watched him quietly to see what he wanted to do.
Now it seems that they want to raise the price.
"Since you want to sell both, I'll offer 8,500 for each."
The man didn't know that he had been discovered and was still concentrating on acting.
The two waited for a long time, but Song Ruan didn't say anything.
Instead, he took a cup of water from the table in the shop and put it in his bag.
Seeing that she looked like she wanted to leave, Cheng's son couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you bid?"
"Because I think eight thousand is too much, so I don't want to see you guys play a price-raising game here."
"...What do you mean by raising the price?!"
Uncle Cheng's son wanted to defend himself at first, but when he saw Song Ruan's cold expression, he knew he had been seen through, so he simply stopped pretending.
"You just said you liked this shop, but now you don't want it anymore. Are you kidding me?!"
Song Ruan said lazily: "I like it, but the price is not right."
"Then how much do you want to pay?" Uncle Cheng's son asked with a frown.
"Fifteen thousand."
"You're already short of a thousand dollars!"
"Oh." Song Ruan didn't want to continue bargaining with him, so she just walked away.
Seeing this scoundrel man, her desire to buy dropped to the lowest point.
"Hey! Wait a minute!" He shouted at her back, and when he found that she didn't even pause, he immediately became anxious.
"Alright, alright, fifteen thousand is fifteen thousand, I'll sell it to you, alright!"
He originally thought that this young girl was easy to control, and was thinking of making a lot of money from her, but he didn't expect that she would be the most difficult to deal with.
Song Ruan stopped and turned back: "Can you make the decision?"
"Of course I have the final say! Humph, you got a great bargain today! You wanted to buy a shop, but you were able to do so thanks to me!"
Uncle Cheng's son held his chin high and spoke in a condescending tone.
The lady next to him couldn't stand it any longer: "Oh, this deal is of course consensual, how can you say that."
Song Ruan said slowly, "There are few people selling shops now, and a big reason is that there are few people buying them. After all, business is not allowed now, so it is better to buy a residential building than a shop. Moreover, it is very rare to find people who can take out such a large amount of money to buy a house or shop at once."
This sentence really hits the point.
Nowadays, few people are selling their properties. In addition to the fact that most city dwellers have residences or dormitories, it is also very important that few people buy houses.
Uncle Cheng's son's face turned pale and said, "Alright, alright, give me the money."
Song Ruan shook her head: "That won't work."
"Auntie! What's wrong with you again?!"
"You can only pay after the notarization is done at the notary office. Also, according to what the aunt said, this shop belongs to your father, so your father has to go to the notarization."
"Okay, okay, this is really troublesome." Uncle Cheng's son looked impatient, "Then I'll meet you at the notary office at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning."
The next day, Song Ruan arrived at the notary office on time at ten o'clock.
Unlike his son, Uncle Cheng looks honest and simple.
He spoke politely: "This young man wants to buy a shop? This is also a kind of fate."
"Well, hello." Song Ruan nodded and greeted.
After the notarization, Song Ruan gave him the bank deposit certificate for 15,000 yuan.
But unexpectedly, his son tried to snatch it away halfway.
Song Ruan immediately took the deposit slip back and looked at him with a frown.
Uncle Cheng's son was frightened by her serious look and had to take his hand back.
Song Ruan then handed the deposit certificate over again and placed it directly in Uncle Cheng's palm before leaving.
But as she walked out, she still heard the aftermath of the argument between Uncle Cheng and his son.
However, this is someone else's family affair, and Song Ruan has no interest in getting involved.
After all, every family has its own problems.
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