Chapter 570
Even though Yang Fan had made himself very clear, the beautiful young woman simply refused to acknowledge it.
She angrily said to Yang Fan, "You can negotiate the price, but don’t use these tactics to slander my house. What has my perfectly good house become in your words? A haunted house, is that it?"
"It’s fine, business is business, and compassion remains. I won’t spread this, and you can keep refusing to admit it. If we don’t buy it, so be it," said Yang Fan, nodding. "But I do have a piece of advice for you, when you insist on making money at the expense of other people’s well-being, even against your conscience, trouble tends to find you first."
"And if there’s a loss of life, they’ll naturally want your life in return. Think about it carefully, the living who move in here don’t understand what’s going on, but when they die, everything becomes crystal clear. Don’t you think they would hold a grudge and seek revenge?"
Old Zhou hadn’t actually grasped what Yang Fan was doing or talking about yet.
But he wisely did not interrupt Yang Fan’s speech, instead leaving the negotiation to Yang Fan while he continued to examine the house, looking over some details.
The complexion of the beautiful young woman fluctuated uncertainly as she stared at Yang Fan, then suddenly snapped, "Are you trying to scare me?"
"Why would I bother scaring you for no reason? Don’t overthink it. Your house isn’t our only option, after all; we’re not about to hang ourselves on one tree. I’m just speaking out because I don’t want to see anything happen, that’s all," replied Yang Fan.
"In the end, believe it or not, it’s up to you. It really doesn’t matter to me."
Seizing the opportunity, Old Zhou quickly said, "Let’s go, let’s go. Since that’s the case, there doesn’t seem to be any need to look further."
The beautiful young woman’s expression remained changeable as she stood on the stairs and watched Yang Fan and Old Zhou descend.