"Mr. Gao, as you know, the fact that this house is haunted is well-known in the Capital. Although you might lose money, getting some back is still better than nothing, isn't it..."
Yi Yahang was exerting all his efforts to persuade Mr. Gao to sell.
Not for anything else, just for Mr. Zhao's generosity.
"You old fool, when I asked you to sell the house, I promised a big red envelope considering the price was two thousand taels of silver. Now, at this price, I'm already losing terribly, how can I still give you a big red envelope."
"Mr. Gao, the red envelope doesn't matter. As long as you can sell it, that's what's important. Haven't we said? Losing less is like winning, am I right?"
Mr. Gao… he made so much sense that Mr. Gao couldn't even refute it.
