"Exactly, you can't just spread rumors. If you spread such rumors, causing the house prices to drop, the owners who've already bought won't let you off the hook."
"Who would be happy to come buy a house in high spirits, only to find out later that the place is supposed to have bad Feng Shui and might bring trouble? I don't believe in these things, but if you tell me this, then if I hadn't come and seen it myself, I'd definitely steer clear of it."
The prospective buyers around were making a ruckus.
Tang Wenhuo had already taken Little Bun away, walking off with the two elderly people.
Over there, the salesperson was making promises to these customers, while Brother Hu frowned, snapping back to reality.
When Tang Jin was staring at him and saying those things just now, he had broken out in a cold sweat.
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