The real estate agent, with a serious look, backed away and drove off.
Turning to my uncle, who was obliviously throwing rocks at the massive field, I said, "Let's go home, uncle. We need to talk about the cost of the construction."
Stepping into the construction van, my uncle initiated the engine and smoothly departed from the scene.
"Buddy, the cost to build such a building will cost you a lot. I'll try to help you as much as possible, but i don't know if we can make this happen." my uncle remarked, tapping on the steering wheel.
"Money isn't the problem here, uncle—Time is." I replied, lowering the window slightly and nonchalantly lighting a cigarette.
My uncle turned to me, his expression bewildered. "What the hell are you doing, Dionis!?" he exclaimed.
"What?" I retorted, annoyed, rubbing my ear.
