A few people arranged to meet at a teahouse near the apartment complex.
Qiang Xin arrived quickly, carrying a bulging briefcase.
Before even sitting down, he started taking things out of the bag.
All were various documents related to the house.
As he neatly arranged them on the table, he bragged a bit.
"I'm telling you, you're lucky to have caught me before my business trip. I urgently need money, otherwise, it's uncertain you'd get a house in this area. It's really in demand. Well, everything's about fate between people, isn't it?"
"I see you're straightforward people, let's keep it simple. Sign the contract now, and we can transfer the title this afternoon. Keep in touch, I know Beijing well. If any issue arises, call me, and I'll get it sorted for you."
Qiang Xin kept talking, but the others remained silent, just staring at him.
The man realized something was off, stopped, and looked a bit embarrassed.
"Is it the price? We can negotiate, you know."
