Richest Man: Divine-Grade Reconstruct System Chapter 1367 1195: Just Give Eighteen Hundred

Although the chubby man appeared to be vague and honest, and seemed to get along well with these folks, it wasn't hard to see that he still had a strong mind.

Now he asked the other party how much money they wanted, which would benefit him in making an offer.

If he suddenly raised the price too high, it would be too much of a loss for him.

That's precisely why he posed the question.

Upon hearing this, the dark-skinned man clearly looked puzzled.

Sitting there, his hands constantly rubbing together, with a face full of nervousness, he didn't know how much money he should ask for.

Although he heard the chubby man previously mention the possibility of offering a thousand taels price, he was now unsure and didn't know if the other party could accept that price, making him hesitate to speak up.

He wanted to ask for a thousand taels of silver, but feared the other party would refuse.

Or they might simply stop negotiating altogether.

For him now, this was a matter of utmost importance; without this money, his family's life would change drastically.

At that point, he would be at a loss, not knowing what to do.

Reaching this thought, he gritted his teeth, looked at the chubby man, and unwavering determination filled his eyes.

He had made up his mind, no matter what, he had to speak up and let the other party know how much he wanted.

As for whether the other party would agree, that wasn't his concern; if they didn't agree, they would just continue negotiating.

With this thought, he immediately spoke:

"I don't dare ask for much, I don't know what this house is worth, but last time you said it would be worth at least a thousand taels.

If you want it, just give me nine hundred taels."

When he said this, it was clear that he had made a great effort to speak, and his gaze frequently darted away from the chubby man's eyes, revealing his lack of confidence. The chubby man could easily see that he felt guilty, probably thinking nine hundred taels was already an astronomical figure.

Perhaps he was wondering how this house could possibly sell for as much as nine hundred taels.

After all, he didn't know that the chubby man had spent three thousand taels to buy this house.

Nonetheless, although he didn't show too much joy, he did feel relieved; it seemed the other party was genuine about selling the house to him, making negotiations smoother. Obviously, he wouldn't directly offer nine hundred taels and have the party sell him the house.

If he really did that, and the party caused trouble later, it wouldn't be a minor issue. After all, there's no explicit regulation for this house sale.

His Majesty hadn't forbidden it, but hadn't expressly allowed it either, and considering this was a royal reward, selling it was not legal.

If they angered His Majesty, it wouldn't end well for him.

Therefore, thinking of this, he immediately turned to the other party and shook his head with a smile.

However, although his action was subconscious and he wanted to speak differently, when he saw the dark-skinned man, the flavor of his eyes changed. He assumed the dark-skinned man thought that he was asking for too much, thinking he was opening the lion's mouth, and this made him extremely anxious, quickly standing up and excitedly saying:

"No, no. Sir, if you want it, you can offer less, not nine hundred taels, just offer what you think is reasonable; I'm okay with it, as long as it's not too little. Otherwise, my family won't manage, without silver to buy rice, we won't survive.

I'm not blindly asking for money; just give me a price that I can accept."

From these words, one could see the other party was indeed a very honest and simple farmer. At this moment, just as he said, he was very nervous; asking for too much could offend the chubby man, which wouldn't be worth it.

Seeing the farmer's demeanor made the chubby man feel amused; he hadn't expected the farmer to react this way, surprising him. However, he cracked a smile and rushed to explain to the dark-skinned man:

"Haha, brother, you misunderstood; it's not what you think. I wasn't considering the nine hundred taels too high, but too low.

It's too little. Although your house is only three stories high now, it's much better than the first floor, so naturally, the price shouldn't be too low.

To tell you frankly, if you sell this house now, you might fetch as high as two thousand taels of Silver.

Of course, I say possibly, not guaranteeing you."

The chubby man was indeed truthful. His house now was selling, and it could very well close at two thousand taels; furthermore, if a buyer liked it, they might offer more. Though this was the market price, which is why he directly stated two thousand taels.