Half an hour later, a car from the Chen Group pulled up outside the Xia Family's shop, and a thirty-something-year-old man with the appearance of a secretary got off.
When the man saw Chen Cang, he hurried over and respectfully said, "Young Master, you asked me to come in such a hurry, is there something wrong?"
"Quick, write a check for two million and give it to this woman, I've bought this shop," Chen Cang instructed, pointing to the landlady.
The secretary was taken aback, and then he lowered his voice and said, "Young Master, this house has been burned, it's not worth two million. If you really want it, I can negotiate with her slowly, I guarantee to get you the best price."
"What's the use in talking nonsense?"
Chen Cang yelled at the secretary, "Hurry up with the money and get this matter settled so I can leave."
"Oh."
The secretary was shaken by his outburst, and his heart lurched; he quickly went to the landlady to negotiate, and then wrote her a check.
