A four million business deal, not too big, not too small.
But to be conducted in such a suffocating manner, it's definitely the first time in the duck-billed cap's career.
He recited in silence that women and petty men are hard to deal with, stiffening his neck and grinding his teeth as he glared at the delicate young lady in front of him, "I really don't know, but the buyer specifically emphasized not to damage any grass or trees in the cemetery. I guess it might be relatives of the deceased."
Relatives of the deceased, isn't it talking about Yan Shuirou?
Chu Qianqian's eyes lit up as she signed the second name on the document, then suddenly thought of something: "Even if they're relatives, why did she let the previous seller sell the cemetery? Wouldn't it be easier to just give the money to that Yan Jianguo?"
