Tyrant, calm down

Chapter 124
"Shopkeeper Chai, haven't we already agreed? You haven't even measured the size, why don't you just leave?"

"Young Master Xie, I, Chai, don't dare to take your place, you should find someone else."

"Hey! No...why don't you dare to ask for it? No one has died in this place, what are you afraid of?"

"Young Master Xie, we are all sensible people. I am in business, and naturally I want to make a profit. If I want to buy a piece of land, I will naturally estimate whether it can bring me profits."

"Although your land is good, once you buy it, you will only be able to pay for it. You should find another buyer and see if there is any big money owner who is willing to buy the land in your hand. "

The middle-aged man surnamed Chai pushed away Xie Jiashu's hand and strode away, leaving Xie Jiashu standing in place with a look of resentment.

Shen Jingshu glanced at a large piece of land suddenly vacated in the middle of the shops lined up, and when he rolled his eyes, he understood what was going on.

Needless to say, the open space in front of me is where Han's Cloth is located.

After her male god spoke, that Qianling really hired a craftsman to clean up the cloth village.

Look at the place, it's so white, you can't even see a piece of wood, the efficiency of this work is really not ordinary.

She could completely imagine how angry Xie Jiashu was at the moment.

It stands to reason that this street has a lot of traffic, and it is a good location for making money. Owning this piece of land is equivalent to holding countless wealth.

Whether you build a building to do business yourself, or sell the land directly for cash, you can earn a lot of gold and silver.

However, none of those gold owners who had been in the mall for many years dared to buy because of Xie Muhan.

Holding this piece of land in Xie Jiashu's hands is equivalent to occupying a piece of rotten land with no harvest, and it can't even be exchanged for half a tael of silver. Xie Jiashu is so angry that he vomits blood.

Thinking of Shen Jingshu, he couldn't help admiring her male god. There are probably not many people in this world who can have such influence and courage in the business world.

Murong Li and Murong Jin saw the bright curve of her mouth, they both stood up and came to the window, looking downstairs.

Seeing Xie Jiashu gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and flung his sleeves away with a livid face, the eyes of both of them flickered.

"This person seems to be the elder brother of the third son." Murong Jin's voice was as gentle as ever, "I never thought that a person as noble as the third son would have such a brother."

Shen Jingshu said "Oh", "Longsheng's nine sons have their own preferences, and it is normal for brothers to have different temperaments. Even the prince and His Highness Prince Gong, don't they have different preferences and temperaments?"

"Xiaoshu's words are reasonable." Murong Jin smiled.

"Speaking of which, it's been quite a while since I went to the Xie Mansion last time. Why don't we visit the Xie Mansion another day? Third Young Master's grandmother, she should be in good health."

Go to Xie Mansion...

Shen Jingshu unconsciously looked at the crescent-shaped scar on the back of his hand, and what Xie Muhan said that day flashed through his mind.

You really don't remember anything?

How did you get that scar on the back of your hand?

In the past few days in Prince Gong's Mansion, she thought about it countless times, but no matter how much she searched, she couldn't remember how the injury on the back of her hand came about, nor could she find Xie Muhan in her memory.

She has checked her meridians, and it doesn't seem like she has been severely injured and lost her memory. So what is going on with this part of her missing memory?

"Little book, little book..."

(End of this chapter)