The little boy tremblingly walked in front of Beta, he looked up at Beta and Shirley, and then hurriedly lowered his head. As a little boy, he liked these two beautiful big brothers and big sisters very much, but the education in the slum told him that these gorgeously dressed people were not something a dirty kid like him could get close to. He couldn't afford to pay for their beautiful clothes with two more lives.
Beta saw his terrified and terrified expression, so he put away his aristocratic talent and asked kindly: "Don't be afraid, I just want to ask you, who owns this land, I think you should have heard Let's go."
"I know." The little boy glanced at Beta, and quickly lowered his head again. He seemed to think that the big brother in front of him was not so scary: "This is the land of Uncle Zorro, but he didn't build a house, so he let us play here. "
The little guy hesitated for a while, and then continued: "Uncle Zorro only lets children play here. If an adult comes here, he will be angry. Uncle Zorro is very powerful."
Beta narrowed his eyes: "Can you take us to Uncle Zorro?"
Said: "Uncle Zorro doesn't like people outside, he gets angry easily."
"It's okay, I'm not afraid." Beta touched the little guy's dirty head: "Will you take us there?"
After hesitating for a while, the little guy nodded. Then he turned and trotted to the right.
Beta immediately followed, and Shirley also followed at this time. She walked quietly to Beta's side, and then held the hand that Beta had just touched the child's head in her own hand, and the short-term magic power wave passed by. , and then Beta felt that her hands became refreshed and clean, and the little black mud sticking to her hands disappeared.
Then she moved a little away from Beta, met the man's suspicious gaze, and smiled considerately.
Following behind the little boy, Beta soon came to a small stone house.
Many things are relative. Although this stone house is short, it is compared with other mud houses. Immediately, I don't know how tall I am. And most importantly, this stone house not only has a very nice door, but also has windows.
The wooden window was open, and a big brunette was drinking wine.
The little boy pointed inside and said, "Uncle Zorro is drinking again. He is very aggressive after drinking. Be careful."
After speaking. The little guy ran away in a flash, obviously afraid of the people in the stone house.
Beta stepped forward. Knocked on the door.
A rough and low voice of a middle-aged man came from inside: "Whoever is outside, get out if you have something to do."
Beta pushed the door and went in, and then saw the surprised eyes of the brown-haired man. This man was very majestic, he was wearing a short linen jacket, his arms were exposed, the muscles on it collapsed, and there were black blood vessels in his beard. He had a square face and a full beard, making it difficult to judge his correct age. But Beta estimated that he would not be over forty years old.
"Who are you?" The middle-aged man stood up, full of vigilance, and a dangerous light shone in his eyes: "A noble young master, a noble lady? Why did you come to this despicable place!"
"Don't worry, we have no malicious intentions."
Beta sat down in front of the old table very familiarly, and then Shirley stood behind him, with her hands folded in front of her lower abdomen. How do you look like a lady, how beautiful. That appearance, not only looks like a guard, but also looks like a virtuous wife.
Beta looked at the suspicious eyes of the strong man, and he smiled and said, "Your Excellency Zorro, I am here this time. I have something to talk to you about."
Zorro sat down and grinned. Although he wasn't as nervous as before, he still didn't lower his vigilance completely: "Hey, a pariah in a slum can't afford the honorable title of Your Excellency."
"A professional is enough to be called Your Excellency." Beta smiled pointedly.
In the beta's system prompt. Zorro is a lv4 professional, only one step away from becoming an elite.
Zoro tensed up, but then he relaxed completely: "Are you here to catch me?"
"That's not true." Beta shook his head: "I don't know what you did, but this time, I just want to talk to you about business."
"Hehe, the great man of the nobility would actually negotiate business with a down-and-out poor like me?" Zorro stared at Beta ironically, but he soon discovered that the man opposite him had a serious face, which didn't look like he was joking at all, much less is lying. He took a deep breath: "Okay, what business do you want to do with me?"
"Near the center of the village, there is a piece of land. I heard it belongs to you." Beta pointed at the table with her finger: "I plan to buy it, you can offer me a price."
"Not for sale!" Zoro directly refused without thinking.
Beta was not surprised either: "Don't rush to refuse, the price is easy to negotiate. You make an offer, and we can talk slowly."
The so-called transaction is bargaining. Beta has done business with a lot of people, and he knows it well. Many people looked very firm at first, but that was just an illusion, they were just posturing in order to get more benefits or profits.
Zorro still shook his head and refused: "Not for sale."
Beta thought for a while and said, "The place is about a thousand square meters. In this case, I will take out 80 gold coins. What do you think of the price?"
It is very common for 80 gold coins to buy more than a thousand square meters of land. But that is downtown or in a prime location. And like in the slums, someone actually took out 80 gold coins to buy land, this is simply a fantasy. With that money, it is better to buy a piece of land that is smaller than this but much more valuable than this in a rich area.
Zorro swallowed. He is a professional with good knowledge and knows exactly what eighty gold coins represent. After a while, he said with difficulty: "Why? This is a slum. You nobles are rich, I know that. But I don't understand why you bought a piece of land here."
"We're going to build a building here." Beta smiled, but didn't reveal his real intention.
Zorro's expression flickered, and after a while, he shook his head with difficulty and said, "Not for sale."
"One hundred gold coins." Beta said indifferently: "This is the highest price I can offer."
A hundred gold coins is a lot of money for a person, let alone a person living in a slum. Zorro clenched his hands into fists, and he said with great difficulty: "You nobles have always been like this, throwing money at people for everything, knowing that we can't resist such a temptation! But I still want to tell you , don’t sell, don’t sell, don’t sell!”
Zorro almost roared out three times of 'not selling'. His eyes were red, and the muscles on his face were slightly twisted.
Beta could tell that something was wrong with the other party, as if his self-esteem had been hurt. He was about to ask aloud, but this time Zorro said directly first:
"If you dare to raise the price again, I'll just beat you to death."
Beta laughed, and Shirley laughed too. A professional who has not reached the elite level actually wants to kill two masters!
Shirley had a nice smile and a nice voice. Zorro looked at her, and after being lost for a while, he sat down slumped, and the aura that he had managed to condense just now dissipated: "Oh, let's go, that one I won't sell it to you."
Seeing this scene, Beta finally understood why the big bosses on earth like to bring a beautiful secretary when they discuss business. It turns out that it is not only for appearance, but also used to disintegrate the psychological defense of the counterparty at critical times.
"Is there any special meaning?" Beta asked aloud. Now that the opponent's psychological defense line has been broken, it is natural to strike while the iron is hot.
He could see that Zorro was already tempted, but for some reason, the other party seemed to be persistent in his heart, which made him refuse aloud. If he didn't understand, it would be difficult to proceed with the transaction.
Zorro shook his head, unwilling to speak.
Beta was a little discouraged, and when she was at a loss, Shirley suddenly asked: "You only let children play on that piece of land, but you don't allow adults to go there, why?"
Zoro originally wanted to say, 'None of your business', but when he saw Shirley's suffocatingly beautiful face, and then looked at her divine aura, he lost all persistence. His lips moved twice, and he finally said: "I hope that the children in the slums have a place to play. That is the only open space. If those adults ran to bask in the sun, the children would definitely have no place to play. "
The atmosphere in the room suddenly became solidified, and Beta and Shirley had no idea that this was the reason.
Especially Beta, he considered many possibilities, but he never thought that this would be the case.
He and Shirley looked at each other, as if they had seen a ghost.
Seeing the expressions of the two people on the opposite side, Zorro put his head in his hands and shouted in embarrassment: "It's funny, isn't it? I'm greedy for money. If you continue to ask for a price, I can't help but sell the land." But in this way, the children in the slums will have no place to play and play. You are big shots, and you should be very clear about what kind of treatment will be given to the children in the slums if they go out and wander around."
A burly man, a money-grubbing professional who lives in a slum, actually wants the children to have a place to play, and is desperately resisting his own nature.
This should be a very funny thing, but both Beta and Shirley couldn't laugh.
But Zorro felt so ashamed that he almost buried his extra money under the table.
Beta coughed, and said in a soft tone as much as possible: "If your wish is like this, then you should sell that piece of land to us. Because we plan to build a temple there."
Zorro raised his head suddenly, his eyes widened: "What? Build a temple!" (.)
p