"Don't get excited, as buyers, we just want to understand the reason behind your selling of the shop."
Within the sealed and airtight lobby, with boards nailed over the entrances, Marvin spoke calmly to the limping old man holding a kerosene lamp: "Even when buying meat at the market, one checks for freshness, let alone a costly property like a shop. It's never wrong to be cautious, right?"
"I have nothing to say." The old man moved forward with a limp. Although he was not as angry as before, his tone had softened somewhat: "If you won't buy, there are plenty of others who will! If not today then tomorrow, if not tomorrow then the day after .... Get out, get out!"
With the lamp in hand, the old man began to shoo people out. Seeing his stubborn attitude and unwillingness to talk further, Marvin had no choice but to leave the apartment with Levin and the others. As soon as they exited, the wooden door slammed shut behind them with a 'bang'.
