"It doesn't matter. At that time, we can knock down several dilapidated houses nearby and re-plan and build them." Stefanie didn't think this was a big problem.

The golden glasses on her nose flashed with strange light under the reflection of the candle.

"This place is so bad, we have to pay extra modification costs, and the expected price transfer fee must be lowered." Her voice was cold without any emotion.

Wien was stunned and seemed to see her lenses reflecting candlelight flashing continuously.

...Beautiful work, Miss Stefanie.

He turned his head and reached out and touched Chris's arm.

Before she showed a look of anger and wanted to break away, Vanne asked with concern: "Is it very cold? It looks a little cold."

His palms were still warm, and touching Chris was like touching a cool water bag, which was very comfortable.

Chris pursed his lips, pulled his hand over, and pressed his arm against his own.

Wien smiled at Chris's seemingly disgusting expression and his very honest actions.

Seeing him looking at him with a "doting face" from the corner of his eyes, Chris turned his head to the other side with some embarrassment, not wanting to see this guy.

They were playing around the table, but Karen walked to the other side of the living room, stretched out a finger and touched the only few ornaments.

Karen frowned after taking a look at the thick dust left on his fingertips.

"I haven't cleaned it up well for a long time."

"Not surprising, after all, it seems that the owner's money turnover is difficult." Stefanie seemed to have finally settled a satisfactory price, and her tone seemed to be sure to win.

Well... Chris has authorized Stefanie to handle the bargaining in this regard.

Time passed by minute by minute, and after waiting for a long time, the old servant turned back again.

Although everyone present was not furious, they were more or less dissatisfied with the lazy hospitality method.

Wien's eyes were on the face of the man who was walking in behind the old servant.

It was a man with two beards, two heads taller than the hunched old servant, not short but thin.

Judging from the unnatural shape of the end of his beard, it should have been carefully trimmed. His hair was tied behind his head and he tied a low ponytail.

"Sorry, sorry, I've been waiting for everyone."

He said sorry, but there was no apology on his face.

According to the basic information provided by the City Guard, this person should be the Viscount who came to the royal capital from other provinces-

Modric.

He was walking to the wooden table in the empty living room on the ground and sat down. He was still yawning and stretching his long and long waist, as if he had just woken up.

Four people sitting in a row across the street all looked at the man without saying a word.

For a moment, the scene solidified for a moment.

"Several people," Modric said in surprise, "Aren't you here to talk to me about business?"

Vinn immediately wanted to punch him hard in the face.

As the representative of this mission, Stefanie took over the topic without changing her face.

"Yes, we heard that you want to sell this land, we are very sincere and took the time to visit our door today."

After a brief polite opening remark, Stefanie's tone changed in vain.

"But! You don't seem to have the intention to reach a deal, and this property is not the same as the rough description in the City Guard filing."

She said sternly: "I can understand that you are now intentionally cheating and want to offend the dignity of the Winche family?"

From the beginning, he used his family power to suppress others and his attitude was extremely tough.

However, Modric just buckled his ears casually, as if he hadn't listened to this big sentence at all.

"Sell, of course!"

A meaningful smile appeared on his face, "It's just... it must be sold at the right price."

Stefanie looked unhappy, "So, what's the right price in your mind?"

Although the person in front of me is disgusting, as long as I buy this piece of land, the person will naturally be able to pack up his bags and go wherever he should go.

However, he gave an unexpected reply—

“I don’t sell it.”

Modric supported the edge of the table with both hands, leaned forward slightly, and said seriously: "I'll give it to you for free!"

...

As soon as these words came out, the audience was silent.

It's a mess again.

Looking up at the dim and empty hall and the shabby ornaments with thick gray in the corner, Vine stood up.

"Forget it, let's change the place. Actually, I think the last one is good. Although it's a little smaller, it's right next to the market and the transportation is very convenient."

——Free things are the most expensive.

Judging from this posture, it is clearly a huge pit, so he won’t step on it.

Because he kept holding his hand, Chris stood up with him.

She was irresistible, anyway, she wasn't very satisfied with the place.

"etc!"

Seeing that the cooked duck was about to fly, Modric immediately stepped over with a few steps, spreading his hands to block the way of Wien and Chris.

At this moment, his eyes were bright, and he glanced at his drowsy look just now.

It has to be doubted whether his performance just now was pretending.

"Don't you really think about it?"

After realizing that the person who is currently in charge of the overall situation is Vanne, he set his sights on the young man with black hair and black eyes.

In my mind, I found the corresponding message in an instant.

The magic genius of the Wenche family, if nothing unexpected happens, will be the heir to the throne of the Duke.

"I, very cheap," he said, staring at Wayne.

If such a big fish is let go, he may not have the chance to meet again next time!

Modric felt that at this moment—

I held my own throat to fate.

Under his overly hot gaze, Wien felt chills.

Could it be that I have met a strange person again?

So he also said with a serious voice: "I never get a job for free!"

Enduring the pain of being pinched by Chris's arm, Vanne didn't even look at Modric, took Chris and walked out around the obstacle.

"Why?!" Modric shouted behind Vine, "Why don't you? I'm free!"

It was not until I walked out of the hall and returned to the outdoors that I found that it was raining lightly outside at some point.

The sky is still bright, and the continuous and fine raindrops reflect bright colorful light under the sunlight.

"I, it's free--"

Modric's sorrowful roar still came from behind the door.

The long tail sound turned several times in the empty room, matching his lament with a hazy echo.

Beside him, Chris hummed twice in an unknown way.

It seems not very pleasant.

...The girl's personality is as cloudy as the weather is like this.
Chapter completed!