"What do you want?" The middle-aged man asked the same question.
"Xianlin Villa, I want it." Lin Tian was straightforward, directly stating the purpose of his visit.
The middle-aged man's eyes flickered slightly, and he said calmly, "In business, if you want the villa, it's not that it can't be sold, but it depends on how much you're offering."
Lin Tian's mouth curled into a slight smile as he pulled out a one-yuan coin from his pocket and placed it on the coffee table, "I offer one yuan."
"One yuan, are you crazy!" Ma Mingcai shouted loudly, feeling that if Lin Tian wasn't making fun of people, he must be delusional, thinking he could take Xianlin Villa for one yuan.
The middle-aged man also subtly said, "Young man, are you toying with us? If so, then I'm sorry, I won't accompany you."
