Chapter 1366 - 1194: Middleman (Part 2)

Chapter 1366: Chapter 1194: Middleman (Part 2)

Looking at a room full of gold, this chubby man showed no sign of worry at all. After all, this community was protected by troops personally dispatched by His Majesty. Because of this, no thieves dared to approach, and for that reason, it was even safer here than the place where he previously stored the gold.

The reason he took out all this gold was not to turn the place into a treasury, but to use it to buy more houses, so he could sell them when property prices hit their peak.

Thus, the first real estate speculator, or what later generations would call a real estate broker, appeared in the Kingdom of Dayou.

And because he had already moved into this community and become a property owner here, he had a lot more interactions with others in the area.

Many residents, once inside, never left, for they were afraid to wander around or go out, fearing that something bad might happen outside.

Because of this, many people never left the community, and the chubby man seized this opportunity. He began wandering around this little brook, going from floor to floor, knocking on doors.

He made his intentions very clear, and regardless of whether the other party wished to sell, he would give them his room number and hand out small gifts, quickly earning the recognition of the local residents.

When people saw this chubby man, they were particularly friendly. After all, when someone gives you something, it’s hard not to accept them warmly. While these small gifts might mean little to the chubby man, to the residents, they were very valuable, each being worth at least two or three ounces of silver.

Just because of this, the chubby man spent thousands of ounces of silver on the local residents alone.

But he believed that the expenditures were worth it, and he was convinced that sooner or later it would yield returns.

Sure enough, one day while the chubby man was enjoying the service of his concubine inside his room, a gentle knock suddenly came at the door.

This startled the chubby man. He hurriedly pushed the concubine away, got dressed, and rushed to the door.

Because he knew no one would knock on his door for no reason; the local residents were very honest and timid folks, not daring to knock at someone else’s door recklessly.

At this time, if someone came knocking, there must be a reason, and it must be a result of the silver coins he had spent. Maybe someone outside was there to talk about selling him a house.

After opening the door, there stood a swarthy man cautiously at the doorstep. When the swarthy man saw the chubby man open the door, fear was written all over his face.

The chubby man, however, didn’t seem to care, laughed heartily, and welcomed the man into the room. Naturally, the concubine stayed in the other room and did not come out. The chubby man led his guest to the luxurious chair in the living room and asked another concubine to bring some fine tea.

Once inside, as the swarthy man looked around at the furnishings, he was instantly amazed. Though the chair he sat on looked exactly like the one at his home,

he could instantly tell the craftsmanship and the level of detail were entirely different, especially the materials, which were undoubtedly rare treasures.

This was certain. Although the batch of chairs was made by Lin Yi’s design, it was without a doubt that

when the craftsmen made these chairs, they didn’t go too fine with the details. These items were not meant for the palace after all, not crafted for His Majesty’s use.

Moreover, they were on a tight schedule, so a bit rough was normal, as long as it was functional. Besides, compared to before, these items were worlds apart.

"Haha, I wonder, brother, what brings you here so early? Do you have any difficulties? If there’s anything I can help with, I certainly will,"

Upon hearing this, the swarthy man’s face filled with bitterness.

Forcing a slight smile, he stood up and bowed to the chubby man:

"It’s like this, I’m not good with words, so I’ll speak directly. Weren’t you interested in buying our house the last time?

My family is currently facing some issues, and we’ve almost reached a point where we can’t survive. I’m thinking about selling the house.

Just unsure if you’re still interested. If not, I’ll go look elsewhere."

As he spoke, the swarthy man seemed ready to leave as if he had caused great trouble.

Of course, the man wasn’t trying to pressure him; he was genuinely afraid of angering the chubby man, reflecting a simple resident’s timid nature.

Seeing this, the chubby man became anxious, and he swiftly got up and pulled the man back to the chair, speaking earnestly,

"Hey, hey, brother, what are you doing? I haven’t said anything, yet you’re leaving?

No worries, brother, no pressure. If you’re willing to sell the room, I’m determined to buy it.

Right, brother, what floor is your room on?"

Hearing this, the swarthy man was overwhelmed with joy. He never expected the chubby man would actually want to buy his house. How could he not be happy?

His family was indeed in a dire situation, struggling to make ends meet. Though the house was a golden bowl, merely having the golden bowl without rice to cook was equally troubling. With an 80-year-old mother and children to feed,

it felt like the heavy burden was solely on his shoulders, and he was barely managing.

Especially since the chubby man approached him last time, offering several thousand ounces for the house, it planted a seed in his heart.

For a while, he had trouble sleeping, constantly thinking about selling the house for thousands of ounces, which could turn his life around.

He would no longer have any worries.

But he remained unsure if the chubby man’s offer was genuine, whether he would truly pay a few thousand ounces for his house.

Though the place was significantly better than before, he couldn’t imagine it selling for thousands of ounces.

Unaware of a young man’s sale for three thousand ounces, he hadn’t left his room recently.

So he was ignorant of the booming market outside.

After the chubby man’s question, the swarthy man promptly replied:

"Mine isn’t as good as yours; I only live on the third floor, right in the house next to yours."

Following this, the chubby man appeared slightly disappointed.

Although the Mountain City was great, it couldn’t compare to living on the top floor.

The price difference was tremendous, a house like his could only command around three thousand at best nowadays.

Only by living in a place like his could one ask for four thousand ounces!

As such, he spoke to the swarthy man:

"Okay, no problem, I’ll take the house. As for the price, what are you looking for?

In other words, how much do you want to sell it for?"

[To be continued...]