"What can we do? The market conditions are just like this, and I came here prepared with 200,000 dollars to bid, but now it seems that this amount of money really isn't enough to purchase land."
"Don't be disheartened just yet, look there's still ten hectares of land coming up..."
"I've looked at that parcel. Transportation around the land is well-developed. The original farm owner didn't even take the tractor when leaving, and the facilities are very complete. That ten hectares of land, with the current market conditions, is worth at least 250,000..."
Andrew Petrov, holding a bottle, came over laughing:
"Young man, well done! I just can't stand those people, you've slapped them in the face, and that makes me very happy! Congratulations!"
After he spoke, he took a big gulp of wine, patted Sean Knight on the shoulder, and returned to his seat.
The Jewish man glared at him, but Andrew didn't care at all and just continued to mock the Jew.
