"You guys look down on people, huh!" A young man's furious voice rang out.
"I'm just stating the facts. If you have the money, show it, or directly transfer it to my boss's account. Rest assured, once the money's in, the real estate ownership documents will be transferred to your name. The villa is here, whether the monk stays or goes, the temple's not going anywhere. Go transfer the money and then we'll talk!" The old man finished speaking and ignored the angry young man.
At this moment, Ye Hao walked into the hall.
The old man cast a sideways glance at Ye Hao and his group, but didn't say much. During this period, first-year university students came for military training, and it's not the first or second group asking how much this villa costs, but nobody's willing to spend the money to buy it, at most just asking for the price.
