Richest Man: Divine-Grade Reconstruct System Chapter 1353 - 1189: Withdrawing Money

Of course, even though this guy was saying that at this very moment, the expression on his face and what he was really thinking inside were completely different.

You have to know, right now he was actually very satisfied with this place. Yes, it was small, but it was already enough. Compared to his own residence, it was heaven knows how far beneath it.

But this place was luxurious. Not only that, he had already thought it through: he would pay to buy the houses across the way and the ones below his, and when the time came, after a bit of renovation, this place could be turned into his own private domain. His room could then be endlessly expanded, and by then the price of this place would probably be even higher.

Precisely because of this, he was already making plans in his heart about how to get this done. The most important thing right now was to secure this place first. There was absolutely no way he could let this fellow walk out of here. If he walked out, other changes might very well occur, and it was entirely possible that he wouldn’t be able to get this house at this price.

The young man opposite, upon hearing those words, couldn’t help feeling his heart sink. It was true: now that the other party had pointed it out, he felt it too. This place was very luxurious, but the floor area was really too small. Never mind whether he himself would be comfortable living here; just raising a single servant would already be terribly inconvenient, after all in here—

Back then it had been designed purely for their everyday living, so there were only two rooms where you could sleep.

That was precisely why it felt extremely cramped.

If it were just a small family living here, it would still barely be enough. But if a very wealthy Merchant lived here, it would probably be rather inconvenient.

For this reason, having thought of all this, he also started muttering to himself inwardly, afraid that the other party would really look down on this place. When he heard that last sentence—

He let out a long sigh of relief. Since the other party was still willing to buy, then it was fine. As long as the money could end up in his hands, that was better than anything.

While he was saying this, he saw the other man take a Scroll out from his bosom, along with a brush and a small inkstone. Seeing this, he clearly didn’t quite understand what the other party was planning to do.

Though this young man was rather imaginative and could think of things others couldn’t, he was, after all, a poor commoner by birth, so he’d never had any contact with matters like this.

Seeing the situation, the fat man didn’t waste words and spoke bluntly:

"This is an agreement. As long as you sign it, then I can give you three thousand taels of silver, and this house will belong to me."

To put it plainly, this was something like a deed to the property. Once the two of them signed a contract, that meant the house was officially transferred to the fat man.

It was much the same as in later generations: although it wasn’t as solid and refined, and there wasn’t a dedicated Government Office to manage it, at the end of the day, it was still evidence, wasn’t it?

As long as this thing was signed and stamped, the ownership of the house would completely belong to the fat man.

By then, even if the other party wanted to go back on it, it wouldn’t be realistic.

The young man, seeing this, didn’t show the slightest resistance. After all, to him it didn’t make much difference.

As long as he could get silver, he would sign whatever they wanted.

Precisely for this reason, when the other man took these things out, he didn’t hesitate and immediately accepted them. Only, once it was in his hands, he started to waver. Staring at the sheet of paper covered in tiny dense characters, he suddenly found himself standing there somewhat dazed.

The fat man, seeing that, frowned as well, thinking the other man had changed his mind and no longer wanted to sell, or maybe he wanted to raise the price on the spot. That made the fat man extremely displeased. You had to know that while this price of three thousand taels might already be shouted all over outside, at the very least right now this was the highest price, so he wasn’t exactly getting the short end of the stick. And most importantly, the two of them had already agreed that the deal would be done at this price.

If he reneged now, that would really make him furious.

And the fat man also wondered why he had revealed his own feelings so much.

Why hadn’t he put on a look of deep displeasure instead?

Maybe it was simply that he liked this house far too much, so much that he lost his composure and his footing, and ended up acting in a way that anyone could see through at a glance—really unbecoming of a Merchant.

To think he was a famous Merchant, and his business was so big. And yet here he was, acting like an eager monkey, letting people laugh at him.

Luckily there were no other partners here, or they would definitely laugh themselves to death at the sight: he couldn’t even handle a poor commoner. How could he not be depressed?

Yet just as he was thinking about how to handle this, he heard that young man speak up somewhat awkwardly:

"Um, sir, it’s really not that I don’t want to sign. The main issue with this thing is just one point: I don’t know how to read."