"I remember that the land in your house is more than 400 square meters, right?"

Lao He did not talk about the price, but asked the middle-aged man.

"right!"

The middle-aged man said little by little and smiled, "There are 480 square meters in total!"

"That's it!"

Old He pondered for a moment and said to the middle-aged man: "I will give you 500,000!"

"Five hundred thousand!"

When the middle-aged man heard the price offered by Lao He, he was immediately moved.

But the middle-aged man knew that the 500,000 would definitely be able to add one plus, so he didn't say anything to Lao He.

After all, no one in the village knows that the son of the He family has made a lot of money. Hundreds of thousands of dollars are probably just a slight conscience to the He family.

Lao He looked at the middle-aged man and frowned immediately.

You should know that the 500,000 he had already opened was already a little high, but he didn't expect that the middle-aged man would not agree.

Moreover, this middle-aged man has always had a good relationship with him, and he has played together since childhood.

"Uncle San!"

At this time, He Fan spoke out, and he saw that the middle-aged man in front of him wanted to raise the price.

He Fan took out a cigarette and handed it to the middle-aged man, and said, "How much do you pay for it and see how much you can sell the land to us!"

"Xiaofan is doing well now!"

The middle-aged man did not accept He Fan's words, but praised He Fan without any end.

"Average!" He Fan smiled indifferently.

"This cigarette is good, it's not cheap at first glance!" The middle-aged man looked at the cigarette in his hand and praised him again.

"hehe……"

He Fan narrowed his eyes and smiled. It seemed that he was planning to speak loudly.

"Uncle San, just say it!"

He Fan smiled at the middle-aged man and said, "How much does your land plan to sell for?"

"hey-hey!"

The middle-aged man laughed awkwardly twice before stretching out a finger and said, "I want one million, it's not too much! After all, that piece of land is more than 400 square meters!"

"Third brother, you are not kind enough!"

When Lao He heard that the middle-aged man asked for one million, he immediately became a little angry.

"You know that the price of 500,000 I gave you is already very high!"

"I only opened 200,000 for Uncle Binquan's 220 square meters. You are simply a lion's mouth."

The middle-aged man was still a little sad when he heard what Lao He said. After all, he and Lao He knew each other since childhood.

But the money finally covered up his friendship with Lao He. He didn't think that the friendship with Lao He could be worth hundreds of thousands.

But no matter what, the middle-aged man still didn't want to break up with Lao He, and immediately started to explain.

"Old He, I'm not a lion,"

The middle-aged man said to Lao He: "You must know that my land has a land deed. I will build a house there in the future and then encounter demolition. Do you think the land is worth a million?"

He heard the middle-aged man's words, Lao He also had a good personality, otherwise he would have wanted to spit on him directly.

It's so easy to demolish!

I still want to demolish it, but it’s not like that.

Just as Lao He was about to continue speaking, He Fan next to him spoke.

"One million, right?"

He Fan smiled at the middle-aged man and said, "Trade!"

"Xiaofan, you..."

Old He looked at He Fan in surprise. Just as he was about to speak to dissuade He Fan, he was interrupted by the middle-aged man next to him.

"Okay, deal!"

The middle-aged man smiled at He Fan excitedly and said, "This is what you said yourself, you can't go back on your word!"

"Don't go back on your word!"

He Fan smiled and said, "When we sign a contract, I will pay you a deposit of 200,000 yuan first, and then the remaining 800,000 yuan will be transferred to you after the transfer!"

"Xiaofan is still happy, it's different for those who make big money!" The middle-aged man was praising He Fan hard.

"Let's go!"

He Fan smiled and said, "Let's sign a contract now!"

"Sign, sign now!"

The middle-aged man stood up and said impatiently.

He was afraid that He Fan would suddenly repent, so his million would be wasted.

"Then go to the bookstore to print a contract!"

He Fan didn't know anything, so he immediately took the middle-aged man to the town bookstore to print the contract.

The contract is not very formal. The content is written by He Fan on the Internet, and then the two of them signed each other and stamped their handprints.

When the contract was signed, He Fan immediately transferred 200,000 yuan to the middle-aged man.

As for the remaining transfer procedures, let Lao He and the middle-aged man go through it. He Fan doesn't want to do these troublesome things.

"Have you eaten? Why don't you go and eat something together!"

When the middle-aged man received a text message and asked that the 200,000 yuan was received, he immediately invited Lao He and He Fan to have dinner with joy.

But Lao He was unhappy now, and He Fan was in a bad mood, so he would definitely not agree.

"We just ate it and we won't go!"

Lao He didn't speak, and He Fan could only respond to the middle-aged man on his behalf.

"Then you go back first, I'll stay in the town for a walk!" said the middle-aged man.

"Okay, tomorrow you remember to go with my dad to complete the transfer procedures!"

"This is OK!"

He Fan nodded and reminded him, then drove away with Lao He.

When Lao He drove to the village, he had a gloomy face along the way, He Fan was a little worried, for fear that Lao He would cause internal injuries.

"Where are you angry?" He Fan asked.

"I'm just a horse, then He Lao San is really not a guy. I'm so excited to raise the price!" Old He cursed with anger.

"I can't be angry about this kind of thing!"

He Fan persuaded: "After all, brothers have to settle the score clearly!"

"I know!"

Lao He said a little depressedly: "But I have known him since I was a child..."

He suddenly felt that he had no sincere friends these days, and the friendship over the past few decades seemed so insignificant in the face of interests.

"Just deal with me less in the future!" He Fan could only comfort Lao He in this way.

To be honest, He Fan was also a little angry. It was a waste of time when he entered the door and called him Uncle San.

Although He Fan didn't see these hundreds of thousands, He Fan was still a little frustrated when he was raised like this.

Especially this person is still a brother and friend of Lao He since he was a child, which is a bit disgusting.

In this way, He Fan and Lao He returned to the village in depressed mood.

When the car stopped in front of the bungalow that I had come to the morning, He Fan and Lao He looked a little better.

After all, this is coming to buy land with people, and they have a bad face. How can you talk to people?

After getting off the car, Lao He quickly walked into the house and asked to the old man who was watching TV in the living room: "Uncle Binquan, is Taozi back?"

"He is going to the bathroom, you can sit down first!" The old man greeted Lao He and He Fan.

"OK!"

Old He handed a cigarette to the old man, and then sat down with He Fan.

Not long after, a middle-aged man with a beard walked out of the bathroom.

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Chapter completed!