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"You..." The bald landlord's mouth twitched sharply.

There was a feeling of being tricked by Jiang Chen.

The price of three hundred and fifty thousand is not low.

He hung this wall-mounted apartment on a certain treasure, and the price was only over 320,000.

Surprisingly, no one was willing to bid.

The wall-mounted apartment is one of three properties under his name.

The location is not good, the rent cannot be increased, and the annual rental income is far lower than the other two properties.

He had long wanted to sell it, buy a new piece of land, and start a new business.

"If you think the price is too low, you don't have to sell it." Jiang Chen imitated the tone of the bald landlord and said.

The bald landlord gritted his teeth, fearing that Jiang Chen would regret it, and said quickly: "Okay, it's settled! For 350,000, the entire apartment will be transferred to you!"

When Jiang Chen heard this, the corner of his mouth raised slightly.

This old bald man probably thinks he can still make some money, right?

"Xiao Jiang, ah no, Mr. Jiang, how much deposit do you plan to give first?" the bald landlord asked tentatively.

"After the formalities are completed, I will pay the full amount directly." Jiang Chen said calmly.

It's like talking about an ordinary thing.

The bald landlord had a look of surprise on his face.

Pay in full directly?

So powerful?

The meatballs and coriander on the side were so shocked that they couldn't say a word.

For them, 350,000 is absolutely an astronomical number.

But to Jiang Chen, it seemed to be just an insignificant number.

Since the bald landlord was eager to sell the wall-mounted apartment, the procedures were completed quickly.

"Three hundred and fifty thousand, received in seconds!"

The bald landlord looked at the bank arrival text message and was so excited that his body was shaking.

He looked at Jiang Chen with a flattering smile: "Mr. Jiang, you are really a cheerful person!"

"No, I still have a few houses under my name. I wonder if Mr. Jiang is interested?"

"Not interested." Jiang Chen refused directly.

"Damn bald head, since this house is under Brother Jiang's name, why are you standing there? Get out of here." Wanzi shouted angrily. The more he looked at the bald head, the more he wanted to beat him up.

"You..."

The expression on the bald landlord's face was as if he had swallowed a big mouthful of flies.

Wanzi crossed his arms and said teasingly: "Is it possible that you really want to stay and clean our toilet?"

Hearing this, the bald landlord's complexion instantly turned livid.

But for Jiang Chen's sake, he didn't want to attack immediately.

He snorted coldly and left angrily.

"Brother, what a big loss! This wall-mounted apartment is not worth so much money!" Wanzi looked at Jiang Chen with some worry in his eyes.

Xiangcai couldn't help but ask: "Brother, what are you planning?"

Faced with the two women's questioning, Jiang Chen had no choice but to use his cleverness as a novelist and make up an excuse.

"A friend of mine transferred half a million to me and told me to buy this wall-mounted apartment, saying it would be used for some investment."

Wanzi thought for a while and said: "Investment? Is it possible that this shabby apartment will be demolished in the future?"

Jiang Chen shrugged.

"Brother, do you want to play 'Pesticide'? The three of us can just sit in three rows together!"

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