C137 The Charm of Throwing Money

"Sir, what are you doing?" The manager seemed to understand what Fan Yao meant, but he still couldn't believe it.

"I mean... This office building you developed, I! All! Buy! Understand? " Fan Yao said to the manager seriously.

"Mister... You... "Are you joking? I don't have much time left …" The manager could no longer believe Fan Yao's words. He had sold his house for half his life