The agent arrived looking bewildered, "The house is sold just like that?"
The homeowner hummed an acknowledgment, "Yes." He briefly explained the situation, "Look, you didn't really put in the effort for this house, the commission..."
The other party was a straightforward person, "Done."
Just as Zhang Yu was thinking the agent was a decent person, the agent said matter-of-factly, "After all, we are old classmates."
Alright, so they were acquaintances. Thinking it over, it seemed quite normal; a stranger wouldn't have offered such a good deal.
With the agent's witness, they signed the contract. As for the payment for the house, it was too late and the banks had closed, so it would have to wait until tomorrow.
"Transfer the house directly, and everything will be handled by then." The homeowner took a deep breath, "I thought I couldn't sell the house before going abroad."
Only at this point did Zhang Yu finally understand why the other person was so anxious.
