Grace nodded knowingly and asked again, "How much is this one?"

  "This one is 9800, and it includes three years of free property management and plant pruning services."

  Because she was nearby, Grace overheard most of the conversation.

  The couple seemed to have their eye on a second-hand apartment. The previous owner was among the first to reserve a good location, so the apartment's location and layout were outstanding, and naturally, the price was also outstanding.

  They seemed interested in buying, but were still haggling with the male salesperson, trying to get a discount.

  For such an expensive apartment, even a slight discount could save a considerable amount of money.

  "Mr. and Mrs. Peterson, I've really tried my best with the price. The buyer said that 12000 is the lowest price they've offered, and it's impossible to go any lower."

  The male salesperson looked helpless. He had thought he would close the deal today, but unexpectedly, the couple was still trying to negotiate.

  He was just a salesman; what could he do if the buyer wouldn't lower the price?

  The Peterson couple exchanged a glance, conveying a message. Mrs. Peterson crossed her arms, adopting the haughty air of a wealthy woman, and said to the male salesman, "It's not that we're short of money, but this house is secondhand, and selling it at the same price as the initial launch is unreasonable. You've worked hard for a month; you don't want this deal to fall through at this stage, do you?"

  The male salesman nodded with a forced smile.

  Mrs. Peterson chuckled, "Exactly! Go and talk to the buyer again. We're not asking for much, but a discount of five thousands should be possible, right?"

  "Mrs. Peterson, twelve hundred is indeed the initial launch price, but houses in this villa area have consistently appreciated in value. This one has already increased somewhat from the launch price, so the buyer has already lowered the price somewhat; it's quite in line with the current market price."

  Grace curled her lip upon hearing this.

  Five thousands dollars less? Converted to prices from the previous world, that's a direct discount of five million.

  "What do you think of this house they're talking about?" Grace asked in a low voice.

  The intern paused, glancing instinctively at the two haggling over the price, then lowered her voice as well: "The location is excellent. The previous owner seemed to be in a hurry to sell due to company financial problems. If you're interested, Ms. Dorothy, I can get the information for this house."

  Grace then asked, "They seem to be a serious client. Can I 'steal' it?"

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  The word "steal" made the intern laugh. She nodded: "Of course. Our sales department's only principle is to sell the house. Whoever signs the contract first gets it. Buying a house isn't about who comes first, it's about who gets their money first."

  Grace smiled too. Suddenly, she stood up and went to the male salesman, taking the house information from him under his surprised gaze.

  "Hey? What are you doing?" Mr. Peterson asked, looking displeased.

  Grace ignored him, quickly flipping through the apartment's information. Sure enough, the location and layout were superior.

  The previous apartment was also good, but this one was clearly better.

  She turned to the intern and whispered, "I'll take this one. Sign it now."

  Her words stunned everyone else present. "Who are you?" Mrs. Peterson snapped out of her daze, her voice suddenly rising. "We're still discussing it! Don't you know about first come, first served? Have you no manners?"

  Grace smiled slightly, mimicking her tone. "Buying a house isn't about first come, first served. Whoever's money comes first gets it."

  Mrs. Peterson: "..."

  Mr. Peterson was also getting anxious, pulling his wife aside and whispering, "What should we do? Should we buy it?"

  The male salesperson quickly added, "Yes, Mr. Peterson, this house is very popular. Don't hesitate."

  Upon hearing the male salesperson dare to ignore her, Grace's face darkened. "Are you deaf? I've already decided to buy this house. Are you trying to sell it to someone else?"

  Her aura suddenly became imposing, causing the male salesperson to stiffen. He quickly stood up and explained: “Madam, please listen to me. Mr. and Mrs. Peterson have been considering this house for over a month. The original owner also entrusted me with selling it, so I still think we should prioritize them, after all, they were the ones who checked it first…”

  “You think?” Grace scoffed, looking at him incredulously. “Who do you think you are? I’ve noticed that salespeople for high-end properties often don’t understand their place. Do you have such power to decide who gets sold to?”

  “They’ve considered it for over a month and haven’t bought it yet, and I’m supposed to make concessions for them? What kind of logic is that? If I said I wanted to consider all of these houses, would you then not be selling to anyone else?”

  Seeing that Grace was truly angry, the male salesperson realized this could escalate.

  After all, anyone who can afford a house here is wealthy and powerful.

  "Madam, please don't be angry, what I meant was..."

  "I don't care what you mean!" Grace's eyes sharpened, interrupting him. "I'm asking you now, I want this house, are you going to refuse to sell it to me?"

  The male salesman shook his head, his attitude clearly showing fear. "Of course not."

  "If you're not, then what are you talking about?" Grace's pent-up resentment exploded at this moment, her words becoming increasingly sharp.

  The commotion quickly attracted the manager's attention, and a woman in a business suit walked briskly over in low-heeled leather shoes.

  Seeing that Grace's anger hadn't subsided, the manager, quite perceptively, spoke to her first: "Madam, I'm sorry, is there anything we've done wrong in our service?"

  Grace was focused on the issue, not the person. Since the person in front of her hadn't offended her and their attitude was acceptable, she didn't want to involve an innocent bystander. She calmed her tone and said, "I want this house. I'll sign it now."

  The manager nodded quickly. She glanced at the male salesperson, then at the Peterson couple, seemingly already guessing what had happened.

  Her face darkened. She said to the male salesperson, "The client has decided to buy. Go get the contract quickly."

  "Yes, Manager, I'll go right now," he quickly replied, turning and hurrying away.

  The Peterson couple discussed it for a long time, but finally gave up, getting up and leaving without a word.

  The intern behind her, seeing that Grace had finally decided to buy the house represented by the male salesperson, couldn't hide her disappointment, but she simply pursed her lips, took a few deep breaths, and composed herself.

  Suddenly, Grace turned around and said to her, "I'll take that set too. Go get the contract."