Unexpected Offer

As soon as the farmer stood up in frustration, Adam quickly spoke up before the man could leave. 

"Wait! I never said that I can't buy it," Adam declared, his voice steady and clear.

The farmer, caught off guard by Adam's sudden words, froze mid-step. His eyes widened in complete shock as he slowly turned back to face the young man. For a moment, time seemed to slow down.

The bustling sounds of the city faded into the background as the the farmer focused on Adam's unexpected response.

"Are you saying… you're willing to pay that much money for my land?" the farmer asked, his voice trembling with disbelief and a hint of hope.

He could not hide the mix of surprise and fear in his tone, for the idea of someone wanting to buy his ancestral land had never crossed his mind until now.

A small smirk crept onto Adam's lips. With calm assurance, he replied, "I never said that either." His tone was even, carrying a quiet confidence that made the farmer pause. The words were simple, yet they held a deeper meaning—one that hinted at a challenge and a promise all at once.

The farmer's eyebrow twitched in annoyance at the audacity of the young man. "You brat—" he began to scold, but his words were cut short by Adam's swift continuation.

"Your offer is interesting," Adam said, leaning forward slightly as he met the farmer's gaze. "But let's be realistic." His voice lowered a bit as if to speak privately, even though they stood in a semi-public place.

"Your land is too far from the city. There is no industrial development happening there. Even if you tried to sell it on the market, no one would pay you a million dollars."

At these words, the farmer's face darkened. The pain of knowing his land was seen as worthless by others was written clearly on his features. Yet, Adam did not stop there.

"I'm very confident that no one would even offer you half a million dollars for it," Adam continued, his tone unwavering as he drove his point home. His words were blunt, designed to shake the farmer's confidence in the market and in his own valuation.

The farmer scoffed, his pride hurt and his voice rising in indignation. "Kid, you have no idea what my land is worth—" he started, trying to explain that there was history and emotion attached to the soil, but Adam raised his hand, cutting him off before he could finish.

"Forget my age for a second," Adam said calmly. "I recently closed a deal with a major businessman, saving a hotel from shutting down. That deal alone earned me a fortune."

His voice was steady as he leaned back in his chair, giving the impression that he was in full control of the situation. The mention of the hotel deal was not meant to brag, but to prove that he was a capable and successful dealer.

"If you think I'm just some clueless kid looking for land, you're mistaken. I'm a talented dealer, and I know exactly what I'm doing." His words echoed with certainty and self-assurance, leaving a heavy silence in their wake.

For a long moment, the farmer stared at Adam with an unreadable expression. The bustling noise of the restaurant seemed to fall away as he took in the young man's confident posture and steady gaze.

In that silence, Adam could sense that his words had planted a seed of doubt in the farmer's mind. Even though the older man had not yet fully believed Adam, there was now a small seed of respect beginning to form.

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After a moment of silence that felt both heavy and tense, Adam finally spoke again. "My final price is this—" he said, pausing to let the words hang in the air before continuing, "$100,000 upfront."

The farmer's eyes widened further, shock clear in every line of his face. Adam's words were both surprising and unexpected. But Adam was not finished. "And once the land is legally mine, I will pay you $600,000," he added firmly.

The farmer's reaction was immediate and intense. "WHAT?!" he shouted, his voice filled with a mix of anger and disbelief. In a sudden burst of emotion, his fist slammed against the table with a loud bang. "That's ridiculous!" he roared. "That's barely the full value of my land!"

Despite the farmer's outburst, Adam remained completely calm. He stared back at the older man with unshaken confidence, his expression cool and collected as if he were discussing a simple matter of business.

"I've given you more than the standard market price," Adam stated firmly. His tone left no room for argument as he continued, "If you don't believe me, feel free to check with any property dealer." The quiet challenge in his voice was clear; he was inviting the farmer to verify the offer with professionals.

A slight smirk played on Adam's lips as he added, "I guarantee that if any professional dealer says my offer is unfairly low, I will match your asking price." His words were firm, and his eyes held a daring glint that made it clear he was serious about his promise.

For a moment, the farmer's anger faltered. His mind raced as he recalled his earlier encounters—especially the memory of the property agent who had refused to buy the land. Could it be that Adam was telling the truth? Could a young man really make such a bold and generous offer?

Slowly, the farmer's expression hardened as he gathered his thoughts. "Fine," he said finally, crossing his arms as he steadied himself. "If my property agent says your price is too low, you'll have to pay what I asked for."

His words were measured now, tinged with a mix of resignation and a spark of hope that perhaps this unexpected deal might be his chance to escape his desperate situation.

Adam nodded confidently, his eyes never leaving the farmer's. In that nod, he communicated that he knew exactly what would happen next. He understood that no real estate agent would ever value a distant piece of land that highly. They would simply reject the offer as too low, and that was precisely what Adam was counting on.

Because unlike other dealers who might see the land as a lost cause, Adam had a plan for that land. He had thought through the details, and he was ready to make the most of this unusual opportunity.

With a curt nod, the farmer stood up and said, "Alright. Follow me."

His voice was steadier now, and there was a hint of cautious optimism in his tone. Adam quickly got up and walked behind him, his mind already ten steps ahead. He knew exactly where they were headed.

The farmer led Adam back to the same property agent he had met earlier—the one who had flatly refused to buy the land.

After a short walk through a busy part of town, the two reached a two-story building with large glass windows that reflected the bright afternoon light. The building looked modern and well-kept, a place where serious business was done.

The farmer walked inside with a slow determination, and Adam followed, maintaining a neutral expression on his face. As soon as they stepped into the building, a receptionist at the front desk greeted them. The moment her eyes fell on the farmer, her face twisted in irritation.

"You again?" she said, her tone sharp and laced with annoyance. It was clear that she did not welcome the farmer's presence. She reached quickly for the security buzzer, as if she were ready to call the guards at any moment.

Before she could make a move, Adam stepped forward without hesitation. He placed a $500 bill on the desk, a smooth and deliberate gesture meant to diffuse the tension. "This is an urgent matter," he said in a calm, measured voice. "We would really appreciate your help."

The receptionist's eyes darted to the money. For a moment, she hesitated, caught between her duty and the unexpected generosity of the young man before her. Slowly, her expression softened. The sight of the cash and Adam's unwavering confidence seemed to have convinced her to ease off on the immediate threat.

The farmer, meanwhile, looked on in shock at Adam's sudden move. He had not expected the young man to be so bold in front of the receptionist, and the quick change in the atmosphere was startling.

Yet Adam maintained his usual calm smirk, his eyes glinting with a secret assurance that he was in control.

The room fell into a brief silence as the receptionist finished processing the situation. The tension was palpable, but Adam's confident manner had already begun to shift the mood.

The farmer's earlier anger had been replaced by a mix of wonder and uncertainty. In that moment, the negotiation had taken a new turn—a turn that neither of them had seen coming.