“Shu Huaixi, what are you talking about? If you don’t buy it, I will!”

Lin Han stopped smiling, and a layer of frost immediately formed on his handsome face.

Shu Huaixi, who was originally timid but appeared strong on the outside, was so frightened that his breathing stopped and he dared not respond.

Lin Han sneered.

Shu Huaixi's reaction was within his expectations.

A defeated general can never make any big waves.

"Shu Huaixi, if you really want to demolish the house, give me a price that matches your status. Otherwise, forget it!"

Lin Han waved his hand, stood up and walked towards the main house.

Mr. Zhang followed closely behind, without even looking at Shu Huaixi, and also stepped onto the stairs.

The other members of the Zhang family were stunned.

Although he was afraid that the deal would fall through, after seeing Shu Huaixi being humiliated in front of Lin Han just now, he knew that Lin Han must be no simple person.

So he ignored Shu Huaixi and the others, and followed Old Man Zhang and Zhang Tianye into the main hall.

Shu Huaixi, the boss of Tangsheyu Real Estate Company, was left out in the yard.

"What are you standing there for? Go!"

Shu Huaixi stood up in annoyance and left first.

Inside the main room.

Opposite is a nanmu eight-immortal table from the Qing Dynasty, with two armchairs on top.

There are two chairs on each side of the east and west.

On the wall directly opposite the Eight Immortals Table hangs a painting of goldfish by Bada Shanren Zhu Da.

Zhu Da's paintings are very distinctive.

There is more white space and the artist is good at animals.

The goldfish he drew only a few strokes, yet they were vivid and lifelike, with a unique interest.

The rest of the furnishings in the main hall are all old.

Screen ornaments, vases, and so on.

Even Lin Han couldn't help but admire secretly.

Mr. Zhang is a real man who never shows his face. When I first saw him at the entrance of the hotel, I felt that he had an elegant temperament.

Later, a painting of Zhang Zeduan competing for a bid made Lin Han realize his wealthy family background.

But now it seems that the Zhang family is not only wealthy, but also a famous and prestigious family.

"Mr. Zhang, every blade of grass, every brick and every tile in the yard are extraordinary. There are paintings by Zhu Da, the Eight Immortals Table from the Qing Dynasty, the golden nanmu beams and pillars, and the screen wall..."

Lin Han always likes to be roundabout when speaking.

He didn't say what came after that.

However, Mr. Zhang understood it instantly.

He paused, and turned his gaze to his second brother, and the third brother next to him:

"Second brother, third brother, what do you two families mean?"

The second and third sons of the Zhang family looked at each other, then looked at the younger generations standing behind them.

Finally, the second brother said shyly, "We'll listen to you!"

Mr. Zhang solemnly said:

"I reiterate once again, I will leave the handling of the ancestral house to Lin Han. I am asking for your opinions now, so just tell me the truth! Don't be an afterthought later!"

He spoke in a deep tone, with the natural dignity of a patriarch, and the way he spoke was completely different from his usual image in Shuangmu Lin.

Lin Han couldn't help but smile.

When the second and third sons of the Zhang family heard this, they were so frightened that they quickly told the truth:

"Brother, Mr. Lin Han, to be honest with you, Song Town has long been in decline. We are guarding such a large yard... It's completely useless!"

After the second brother finished speaking, the third brother started to complain:

"You know my little one, even though we are in a foreign country, we spend money like water. And our family has an old saying that things in the house cannot be sold! Big brother, it's not that we are unfilial, it's really... the situation forces us to do so!"

There were younger people behind who wanted to speak, but they were stopped by Mr. Zhang.

He was calm:

"I understand what you mean. You want to sell it."

After a brief pause, he turned to Lin Han and said humbly:

"Lin Han, what do you think? Everyone in the family wants to sell it, you give us some advice."

hiss……

Lin Han couldn't help but be speechless.

Lin Han felt obliged to help Mr. Zhang deal with the affairs of the old house.

It is understandable that the Zhang family wants to cash out.

However, such a courtyard that could be called a historical museum was demolished by a real estate company.

Lin Han really couldn't bear it.

However, if we insist on not allowing the demolition, the Zhang family will definitely not agree.

After all, Lin Han is just a client, not the owner.

"How about this, I will handle the future negotiations."

After saying this, a hint of suspicion flashed across the faces of all the Zhang family members.

Lin Han added:

"Anyway, I guarantee that in the end, each of you will get twice as much real money as what Shu Huaixi promised today! Is that okay?"

"real?"

The second son of the Zhang family stared with wide eyes.

The third brother opened his mouth wide.

The others also looked incredibly excited.

Mr. Zhang slammed the table and said, "Don't worry!"

After Lin Han was confirmed as the person in charge, the rest of the people from the second and third houses returned to their respective homes.

Only the second and third sons were left.

Lin Han and Mr. Zhang discussed how to deal with the old house.

The next day.

The Rolls-Royce took Lin Han and Mr. Zhang back to the hotel where Chen Zeng and others were staying.

Bai Tingwei and his companions were a little surprised to see them come back.

However, Lin Han was very secretive about the matters concerning the Zhang family's old house.

After staying for a while, he took Mr. Zhang to the antique market again.

"Lin Han, what are you up to?"

Old Zhang followed Lin Han and asked as he swept things off the floor.

"You promised to double their money yesterday, and they really took it seriously... Can Shu Huaixi give that much?"

Lin Han snorted:

"Shu Huaixi hasn't paid you back yet. Besides, your stuff is really valuable... Just wait and see, Mr. Zhang!"

Seeing that he didn't want to say more, Mr. Zhang simply stopped asking.

Although the two have not spent a long time together, they have an amazing rapport with each other.

He had one hundred percent trust in Lin Han.

"Master! Master!"

As I was walking, a person came running towards me from a distance.

Looking closely, it was the Chen Laosan whom Lin Han helped two days ago.

After just a few days of not seeing each other, Chen Laosan seemed like a different person. He looked much more energetic and his eyes were brighter.

He waved and bowed, and his expression looked as if he wanted to crawl on the ground and thank Lin Han on the spot.

"Chen Laosan, slow down..."

Old Zhang reached out and helped him up, so that Chen Laosan didn't bend too low.

"Master, Mr. Zhang..."

Chen Laosan said respectfully: "I have been waiting for you for several days... My family has harvested a lot of vegetables recently, and I pick some fresh vegetables every day. I want to send them to you... But I don't know where you live."

He smiled shyly: "I finally see you today. Come on, come on, it's right at my stall. I grow my own cucumbers and tomatoes. Master Zhang, please don't despise me."

After saying that, Chen Laosan looked at Lin Han beggingly.

He knew that Lin Han was no ordinary person.

He sold something worth two or three hundred yuan at a high price of fifty thousand yuan, and didn't ask for a penny, keeping it all for himself.

How could such a master appreciate the gift I gave him?

this……

Lin Han had only done a small favor and didn't expect anything in return.

But if I don't accept it, it seems like I'm offending him.

"Then we'll take some."

Hearing Lin Han say this, Chen Laosan's wrinkled face immediately broke into a smile.

As if he had picked up a gold ingot, he led the way with his hands and feet dancing, while introducing Lin Han to the vendors around him:

"Master, it's my turn! Hehehe! It's my turn!"