"What? Impossible! This is absolutely impossible! They're just fooling you!" Wei Lijun swung his head vehemently, refusing to believe what manager Liu had said.
Su Weifeng spoke, "Manager Liu, let's go handle the paperwork. Don't bother with him."
"All right, Mr. Su, I am so sorry. I should have asked the security to drive him out earlier. Your house-buying experience here has been made worse because of this. It's definitely an oversight on our part. We can give you an additional discount."
A house worth over eight million, one percent, that's over eighty thousand—a sincere gesture indeed.
Wei Lijun was dragged to the door by two security guards, still resentful.
"It's absolutely impossible. How could he afford a villa, especially one over five hundred and eighty square meters? They're surely tricking me. I'm going to wait right here. I won't leave until his true colors are revealed."
This fellow was quite tenacious, waiting right by the entrance.
