: “How could it be worth 200,000 for such a good house, so why am I so good, so I bought it for 350,000.”
I was ready to shake hands with him to celebrate the completion of the transaction. The fat man screamed (exactly as I expected): “What? Such a poor house, on the first floor, dilapidated and leaking. You actually want to sell 200,000? Do you want money to go crazy, at most 120,000, Don’t sell and pull down.” The person came out angrily, and left me standing alone in a daze.
What’s going on? I called my sister and told me about the trouble. My sister said, “It’s okay, I’ll sell it for you.” The next day, my sister published a new advertisement, and as expected, the house was successfully sold at a price of 300,000.
The next day, I bought a big bag of goods to my sister’s house to express my gratitude, but my sister was not at home. The brother-in-law who had just been promoted to the director of the urban construction department kindly greeted me for dinner. I said, what about my sister.
Brother-in-law smiled and said: Your sister helped your dad to sell the house.