The middle-aged broker felt an inexplicable chill down his spine as he heard those words, especially when he saw that look in the man's eyes.
He stumbled over his words, "…I—I merely offered the price as requested by the—by the other party. Of course, if the esteemed guest truly fancies it, then it would be possible to ask the owner if they… might lower the price…"
Who exactly was this man? Why was his presence so terrifying?
He couldn't help but feel regret now; he shouldn't have gotten greedy and added an extra fifty silver pieces.
Hu Dao snorted coldly, turning his head to Rong Yan, "Miss, would you like to go and have a look first?"
He spoke this way because he knew Miss Rong definitely wanted to see the Manor.
If that was the case, he might as well take them there to have a look.
As for the rest… he would speak to his master about it later.
