But after the old man's speech, the female sales agent beside him was stunned.
She silently calculated in her heart:
"Something's not right here. Thirty apartments, never mind if they're resettlement housing, even if they're regular apartments, each one would cost just a million! And that's for the large ones. One million per apartment, thirty apartments make only thirty million in total!"
If that's the case, where on earth did this old geezer steal ninety million from?
So before Xiao Liu could open his mouth to retort, the saleswoman named Wang spoke up:
"Brother Zhu, besides these properties, do you have other savings?"
The old man, who was spitting as he spoke, stopped his disdainful remarks about Xiao Liu and turned to the female sales agent with a smile:
"Of course! Besides these thirty apartments, I have quite a bit of savings!"
Hearing this, the saleswoman finally heaved a long sigh of relief.
