Chapter 159: Goodbye

Qu Yang looked at Shen Ci. His eyes were exceptionally bright, with the scorching light peculiar to teenagers.

"I actually just wanted to say goodbye to you. I..." Qu Yang lowered his eyes slightly to avoid looking directly at Shen Ci. His tongue licked his lips, seemingly a bit uncontrollable and nervous. After a while, he said: "I just feel that I should say goodbye to you properly."

His feelings seemed obscure, but in fact, Shen Ci could feel them completely.

She was very moved and very grateful.

"I hope you have a bright future, and your professional path can be smooth sailing," Shen Ci gave the other party the most sincere blessing from her heart.

Qu Yang looked at her again and smiled: "Thank you, and I hope you get what you wish for."

Goodbye.

Shen Ci turned and walked to the other side of the road. Qu Yang looked at her back, and the expression on his face changed unconsciously.

Seeing her about to cross the road, Qu Yang called her loudly, fearing that if he missed this turn, he would never have a chance to say it again: "Shen Ci!"

Shen Ci paused and looked back at him.

Qu Yang looked slightly nervous, but his eyes were full of impulse. He gritted his teeth and said: "I like you, you know, right?"

Shen Ci looked at him and smiled brightly, nodding gently: "I know, thank you for your liking, I am very honored."

In an instant, Qu Yang felt that his whole body and mind had been cleared as never before at this moment. He said it, so there was no regret.

Goodbye.

On the way back, the two sat in the back seat of the car. Pili couldn't help but ask: "I'm purely curious, you know Qu Yang likes you, then if he confessed to you before and wanted to be with you, would you agree?"

Shen Ci looked at Pili and blinked, shaking her head gently: "I don't answer hypothetical questions."

Pili nodded, seemingly able to understand Shen Ci's thinking mode.

Things didn't happen, so what is there to "if"?

"By the way, I want to ask you." Shen Ci looked at Pili and asked suddenly: "You are quite honest recently, I haven't seen you go to the boxing ring again."

Pili frowned: "You are really forgetful. You forgot that I told people that day, I won't fight this month."

Shen Ci frowned and thought about it. It seems there is a bit of an impression.

"Then do you want to go in the future? Are you afraid your master will be angry?"

"Then do you still want to go in the future? Aren't you afraid your Master will be angry?"

"He has already listed the ancestral house with an agent. If someone really takes over, the money problem can be solved. Although I want to stop it, it's useless."

Shen Ci nodded in understanding, patted Pili's hand gently and said: "Don't be angry, no matter what, your master is also worried about you. I can help you with the ancestral house."

"You help me?" Pili was shocked: "How can you help me?"

Shen Ci raised her eyebrows and said casually: "Smash it with money. Aren't you short of money?"

Soon Pili knew what the "smash it with money" in Shen Ci's mouth was about.

"Baolin Martial Arts Hall" is a "Sihe Academy" with an excellent geographical location. In Longcheng, the gold content of "Sihe Academy" is self-evident. The market price is estimated to be comparable to the best-equipped villas in "Wanjia Denghuo".

But in order to cash out as soon as possible, Pili's master only listed the listing price at "9500". It attracted many people to come and see the house, and knowing that the owner was in urgent need of money, these people shrewdly wanted to press the price lower to earn more profits.

The highest bidder only offered a price of "8800", saying that this number is auspicious.

You know, "9500" is already lower than the market price. If this price is traded, I don't know how many other owners in the surrounding area will scold Baolin Martial Arts Hall. If this is traded, the price of the Sihe Academy in this area will be more or less affected.

As a result, I didn't expect that these people still wanted to lie on others and suck blood, taking advantage of the danger to press the price again and again.

"8600? Didn't you say 8800 before, how

"8600? Wasn't it agreed upon as 8800 before? Why has it changed again?"

Today, that previous prospective buyer came knocking again, and the moment he opened his mouth, he wanted to lower the price by another 200.

Chen Baolin naturally disagreed: "8800 is already much lower than my psychological price point. 8600 is absolutely impossible. You cannot keep going back on your word like this, right? Pressing the price down once, twice—if you aren't going to buy it, don't come and bother us!"

The buyer was a stout man from Linjiang. He wore Buddhist prayer beads and sunglasses, and speaking with a Linjiang accent, he said: "Master Chen, buying and selling is all about haggling back and forth over the price, isn't it? Especially with a house; where is there such a thing as a fixed price? I've run here many times these past few days, and I'm the one suffering. If I weren't sincere about buying, would I be tossing and turning back and forth like this?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Sheng let out a cold snort: "You press the price down by 200 every time you make this trip; I think you'd better stop tossing and turning. Last time you said something about it being for good luck to press it down to 8800, and now you want to press it again. Do you really think we don't have any other buyers besides you?"

The fatty let out a huff of laughter upon hearing this and looked at Chen Sheng: "Young man, don't have such a hot temper. 8600 is also a lucky number, prosperous and smooth. In our Linjiang, both 8 and 6 are good numbers."

Chen Baolin was used to this man's silver tongue and now completely disbelieved him. He immediately waved his hand impatiently: "You go; we aren't selling to you anymore."

As he said this, he looked at the agent standing to the side, who was offering a forced smile: "You all as well, don't just bring anyone over. None of the previous ones were reliable either. Is my courtyard that hard to sell? I know exactly what you agents are planning; I don't need you anymore!"

"Master Chen, please don't be angry. We can still discuss this." The agent grew anxious upon hearing this. If such an expensive commission were ruined by him, the manager would definitely fire him when he got back.

He hurriedly shook his head at the fatty, signaling that he should stop.

Originally, this price was already very low; it would be impossible to find another courtyard in Manlong City that would let you press the price down like this.

Seeing this, the fatty knew the other party was truly anxious, so he hurriedly relented: "Oh, Master Chen, I was just joking with you. 8800 is 8800 as agreed; let's sign the contract today."

Chen Baolin's tiger eyes widened, his temper flaring up: "I'm not selling for 8800 either. It's 9500. Take it or leave it; if you don't want to buy, get out quickly!"

At this, both the agent and the fatty became anxious.

"Don't be like that, Master Chen. Haven't we already negotiated it? You're not keeping your word."

Chen Baolin let out a cold snort upon hearing this and said unpleasantly: "There's no word to keep with someone like you."

The agent also chimed in to persuade him: "Master Chen, the market situation isn't good right now. If you don't sell it today, who knows when the next buyer will appear? After all, aren't you also... waiting for the money for an emergency?"

Third update

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