Richest Man: Divine-Grade Reconstruct System Chapter 1369 - 1196: The Dark-Skinned Man

Perhaps because of what the man had just said, it pleased the fat man quite a bit, or maybe for some other reason—in any case, the fat man didn’t take advantage of him, he simply gave the other party the full eighteen hundred silver.

After all, no matter how you looked at it, the house was worth more than that.

Precisely because of this, after hearing those words, the fat man just smiled and waved his hand, then said:

"Eighteen hundred silver definitely won’t do. Since I said the least I’d give you is two thousand, then I’ll give you two thousand. And I won’t hide it from you—the final selling price of this house will probably be a bit higher.

It’s just that there’s some risk in it, and those risks aren’t something you need to bear. If I take a loss on this house, I’ll accept it. If I make money on it, that’s my own ability."

"I’m putting all this out in the open first, so no one can say I cheated you."

At this point, the fat man spoke again to add:

"Well? If you feel this is acceptable, then the two of us can work together—you can sell the house to me, and I can hand over the silver to you right away."

The swarthy man listened to these words that came straight from the fat man’s heart, and his eyes actually reddened. At the corners of his eyes glistened tears, ready to fall at any moment.

He had never imagined that the man in front of him could be so decent, so considerate of them. For a moment he didn’t even know what to do. After thinking for a long time, he suddenly dropped to his knees before the fat man with a thud.

"You’re a good man. I’ll never forget your kindness as long as I live. I agree: two thousand silver. I’ll sell it to you for two thousand silver.

After this, no matter how much profit the house makes, it has nothing to do with us anymore. Also, if this house really does lose money, if your elder brother comes to me, I’ll return part of the silver to you."

The swarthy man’s thinking was very simple, very straightforward. For instance, if after the other party bought the house it really did lose money, he would definitely make up the difference. After all, that would mean the other man was helping him.

That’s right, in his heart, this fat man was helping him.

Once the other party took the house into his own hands and handed over the silver, it was equivalent to paying him the silver in advance.

If in the end it really did lose money, he couldn’t just stand by and watch. The other man had helped him—if he made no gesture at all in return, then he would be in the wrong.

But right now, all these thoughts in his heart simply didn’t exist in the fat man’s mind. Even though the fat man was deeply moved by his words, he still nodded firmly:

"Heh, I can tell, little brother, you’re a straightforward man too.

Since that’s the case, I’ll also put my words up front.

This house is being sold today at the price of two thousand silver. After this, no matter what happens, my wife will never come looking for you, even if this house can’t fetch even one thousand silver in the future—it will still have nothing to do with you. Since you’re willing to sell, then let’s sign a contract."

As he spoke, the fat man reached under a wooden tea table and felt around, then pulled out a Scroll, laid it on top, and spoke to the other man.

And at this very moment, that Scroll on the tea table was nothing else but a sales agreement for the house—it was exactly the same as the contract he’d used to buy the house they were currently living in.

It was all standardized; all you had to do was fill in the corresponding text and it was done. This was something he had prepared in advance in case he bought too many houses—it was truly planning ahead, comparable to those standard contracts that would appear in later generations.

It had to be said, the fat man’s mind was really sharp. This kind of contract was something the people out there nowadays simply couldn’t imagine and would never think to make.

On this point alone, he was already far ahead of many people—including the swarthy man standing before him right now.

Looking at the Scroll that had been produced, the swarthy man was at a loss for a moment, especially when his eyes fell on the dense text written all over it. His head throbbed just from looking at it. You had to know, people who could read these days were extremely rare, not to mention poor folk like them.

Every last member of their family, old and young, was illiterate, every single one of them. Don’t even talk about knowing ordinary written characters—even their own names, they couldn’t write. This was the current reality; this was the true level of the common people. Because of that, faced with this piece of silk covered in writing, he didn’t know what to do. The fat man, however, was clearly well prepared; he immediately started reading out all the contents with a cheerful smile.

He read the entire thing to the swarthy man. After hearing that what was written on it was actually a contract, the swarthy man rose to respect. If the two of them had only reached a verbal agreement, and the fat man later regretted it, there’d be no way for him to deal with it. Don’t mention the issue of losing or making money—if the fat man suddenly decided not to buy and came to him again, and he’d already spent all the silver, how would he pay it back?

Thinking of this, his scalp couldn’t help but prickle, but fortunately none of that had happened. The fat man had been prepared all along and brought out the relevant contract.