Lin Xiang ruthlessly exposed the landlord's excuse, "The price of twelve hundred is already above the market rate. If it includes the land title, about a thousand is more reasonable. If you want to sell, let's set a time to go to the housing bureau for the procedures. If you don't want to, then forget it."
The landlord furrowed his brow in deep thought, "I can't make the decision right now. How about you let me discuss it with my family tonight and I'll get back to you?"
"Sure," Lin Xiang pointed to the spot where the barbecue stand was set up in the evening, "We'll be selling barbecue there tonight. Once you've considered it, you can come over and find me directly."
The landlord slapped his thigh abruptly, looking at Lin Xiang with a sense of resentment, "You make so much selling barbecue! And yet you're bargaining with me."
