Chapter 32 There Were Secrets in the Villa

The one who took the lead was an old man with a beard. He had a beer belly and his yellow teeth would be exposed when he smiled.

Taking a look at Watson's car at the door, he said enthusiastically, "You must be the buyer of my house, right? My name is Tom, and I'm the representative of the owner."

"Hello, Tom. Let's make a long story short. Let me have a look inside the house first."

Naturally, there was nothing to talk about with this kind of person. It was obvious that they were not on the same side. But for this house was suitable for him, he didn't want to talk to this man at all.

To Tom’s surprise, the buyer was a cold man. Seeing that his face was getting cold, Tom stopped talking and entered the password to open the electronic door.

Although it had not been cleaned for a while, the room was still clean. The sofa in the living room was covered with cloth, without any stains.

The floor was a high-end product without any scratch, and there was no sound when walking on it. It looked very comfortable.

Watson was satisfied with the layout of the room. On the first floor, there was an open living room, a lounge with guards, a bathroom, and an entertainment room.

There were two separate suites on the second floor, in which there were bedrooms, a small living room, a bathroom, and an independent bathroom.

The third floor was the main bedroom, and the grand flat floor could show the scenery outside. The key point was that it was large enough. Watson planned to use it as his private space and change the outside into his office.

There was a large warehouse and a living room in the basement. Watson planned to change the living room into an office, with some training equipment placed. By taking advantage of the good sealing function of the basement, he planned to build a shooting range.

The whole team could practice shooting skills and other skills in the basement.

The door of the basement was connected to the underground garage, and there were five parking spaces in total, which were enough for Watson and the others to use.

The only thing that made Watson frown was the warehouse in the basement. When it was opened, a musty smell came. Nobody knew what was inside.

Not only did Watson and Gina cover their mouths and noses, but also the spendthrifts took a step back.

With his belly up, Tom said awkwardly, "This is my father's collection. He likes to collect some antique paintings and some messy things. They are all shabby."

"Even if it is the collection, you can deal with it before you move away."

The spendthrift said with embarrassment, "They are all fake goods and are not worth much. How about this? We will deduct the cleaning fee from the house price. We are really in trouble now."

Watson gave him a disdainful look without leaving any trace. It seemed that these spendthrifts had different opinions on the cost of cleaning up. No one was willing to pay the money.

After taking a deep breath, Watson turned on the light and glanced at the warehouse. The first thing he saw was a painting of impressionism, hanging high on the wall. The ferocious and exaggerated style brought a hint of coldness to the dark basement.

Gina was taken aback. Then she remembered that someone had just died in the room, so she moved closer to Watson.

Watson held Gina's hand tightly and comforted her.

He looked at the things in the warehouse again. A pile of photo frames was closely together, and there were many samples of small animals. It seemed that they were the source of the smell.

Fortunately, Watson had a good impression of the house. He nodded at the frightened Gina.

Gina immediately understood what Watson meant.

She deliberately said, "Honey, this room is too horrible. I can't sleep at night. We don't lack money. We can change to a bigger and brighter house."

Gina's words immediately made Tom and the others nervous.

Watson also nodded and said, "Yes, the house is good. The furnishings and decoration are getting old, and they all need to be redecorated. We'd better go to see another new house."

The spendthrifts had never seen such a trick and felt a little restless. Tom's younger brothers and sisters hurriedly whispered to each other.

Tom stopped Watson in a hurry. He bowed and said, "Mr. Watson, what do you think? We are in a hurry to use the money. 8 million dollars are enough. We can sign the transfer contract today."

As soon as the end of words of 8 million dollars, a hint appeared in front of Watson:

It is found that the short-term return is 2.5 times and the long-term return is 2.6 times.

Watson was taken aback. Why did the short-term return be so high? 2.5 times meant that the house could be sold for 20 million dollars as soon as it was sold!

This place was not a planning area. The housing price of this block rose steadily. According to the normal market price, this villa was at most worth about 12 million dollars. Watson had thought that the return rate of 1.5 times at most was high.

He didn't expect that the price would directly jump out of 2.5 times. He planned to buy a house for a living, and he had never thought of selling it in the short term.

Confused, Watson decided to buy the house first. After going through the formalities, he would slowly figure out what was special about this villa.

Hearing Watson's affirmative reply, all the children of the old man were a little depressed. They all secretly felt that the price was too low, but since they had said that, there was no room for regret. They just needed to urge their eldest brother to finish the formality and pay the money as soon as possible.