"Fifty thousand dollars!! Oh... that sounds a little out of my budget," Zou Yue awkwardly mumbled. As of now he had almost fifty-seven thousand in his bank account. He silently bit his lips and glanced at the realtor. "Is it possible to reduce the price?"
"I don't think it's possible, young man... the old couple who own this place urgently need this money for their son's educational expenses so the price cannot be reduced,"
"oh.." Zou Yue sadly glanced at the bank account in hand.
'Fuck, why was I such an irresponsible adult ah!! If I had saved all my salary for all the ten years I worked I could have been a millionaire now... boo hoo, I have only myself to blame.'
"Don't worry, young man. You can take a loan easily. Nowadays the banks are more than willing to lend," the realtor tried convincing him.
But Zou Yue shook his head.
