Buddy, you've got to hug those thighs early.
It's too late to start networking after they've made it big.
In other words, Nangong Shu was optimistic about Lin Baici's future.
"Actually, if Little Linzi agrees and signs the genius clause contract my sister offered, he could instantly get a hundred million."
Xia Hongyao's eyes twinkled, "I also think the houses here are pretty good. If you like it, hurry up and buy one!"
To Xia Hongyao, a house or the like didn't matter at all—she could live happily even in a doghouse. She wasn't fussy about that; she was only interested in exploring God's ruins.
She said this only to hurry Lin Baici into signing the contract.
"The house next door, they've recently emigrated and are eager to liquidate. If you're interested, I can negotiate for you; I estimate it could be yours for seventy to eighty million!"
Nangong Shu was lying because, for the sake of quiet, she had bought not only the suite she lived in but also the two closest ones.
