Finally deal
The receptionist carefully picked up the stack of dollar bills that Adam had placed on her desk. Her eyes sparkled for a moment as she counted them quickly in her head. A charming smile spread across her face as she looked at Adam.
"Of course, sir," she said sweetly. "I'll take care of your request immediately."
With a light step and a friendly nod, she left her desk and disappeared into the office. The office was where the agent in a black suit had thrown the farmer out earlier.
Adam could hear the soft hum of footsteps behind the closed door as she went inside. A few moments later, she returned. Her smile was even warmer now as she gestured toward both Adam and the farmer.
"You may go in now," she announced, her tone professional and kind.
Adam and the farmer exchanged brief glances. There was a silent understanding between them for a moment before they stepped inside.
The farmer, despite his earlier hostility and rough words, could not help but feel a growing sense of admiration. In his eyes, the young man clearly knew how to get things done—he was confident and smooth in his actions.
"This kid… he really knows what he is doing," the farmer thought quietly to himself.
The office they entered was luxurious. A massive mahogany desk dominated the center of the room, polished to a high shine. Behind the desk sat the real estate agent, dressed in a sleek black suit that made him look both serious and powerful.
His sharp eyes were fixed on the numerous maps spread out before him. Several blueprints of buildings and property plans were pinned neatly on the walls, showing upcoming projects and valuable investments.
The moment the agent saw Adam and the farmer enter, his eyes narrowed in confusion. He looked as if he had not expected to see these two together at his office.
"I don't know what you told Aiya," he said in a brisk tone, referring to the receptionist. "But I don't have time to waste. Say what you need to say—quickly."
His tone grew even firmer as he continued, "If it's about that same land, I'll tell you again—no one is going to buy it." His words were sharp, and his gaze was unwavering, showing his deep skepticism about the property in question.
Instead of begging or pleading as he might have done in the past, the farmer simply walked forward and sat down in one of the two empty chairs that the agent had left.
Adam followed suit and took a seat beside him. The air in the room was thick with tension as the three of them settled in.
Then, the farmer placed both of his hands on the table, leaned forward slightly, and asked in a serious tone,
"What is my land's actual market price?"
The agent blinked in surprise. He had expected the farmer to come back in a state of pleading desperation, as he had many times before. Instead, the question caught him completely off guard.
It was clear that the farmer was no longer the man who would simply accept a low offer without question.
The only reason the agent had even allowed them in this time was because the receptionist had insisted that it was a serious matter. With a heavy sigh, the agent leaned back in his chair and replied in a measured tone,
"Look, mister. Normally, your land should be worth millions, given its size."
He paused, letting his words hang in the air, as if weighing the true value of the property. But then his voice turned blunt.
"But the reality is… it's in the middle of nowhere."
He did not mince words. "I don't think anyone is going to buy it," he added, his tone leaving little room for argument.
Before the farmer could respond, Adam spoke up, his voice cutting through the silence like a clear bell.
"I've offered him $100,000 upfront and $600,000 after the deal is finalized."
A heavy silence filled the room as Adam's words echoed. The agent's eyes widened in disbelief.
"You… what?" he managed to say, staring at Adam with pure astonishment. The agent's mind raced, trying to understand why this young man would offer such an amount for a piece of land that everyone else had written off.
For a moment, the entire room was in complete shock. The agent looked between Adam and the farmer, his face showing a mixture of confusion and growing respect.
Then, in a calm and matter-of-fact tone, Adam added,
"I'm only here to verify if my price is fair. I don't have much time."
His words were clear and direct. There was no hint of anger or uncertainty in his voice—only the steady confidence of someone who knew exactly what he was doing.
The agent sat silent for a long moment, studying Adam carefully. Finally, he sighed and glanced at the farmer.
"To be honest… this is an amazing deal for you," he admitted, shaking his head slowly. "I'm actually shocked that he's willing to pay this much. Given how far your land is, I'd say you're incredibly lucky."
The farmer's expression began to change as the truth sank in. For the first time, he realized that his land might not be worth as much as he had always believed.
He had hoped to push Adam for more money, clinging to old hopes and high expectations. But now, even the agent—who had seen many deals—was telling him that he was getting the best possible offer.
Adam stood up slowly, the room quiet as all eyes turned toward him. His expression remained cool and calm, and his tone was firm as he spoke his final words.
"My offer still stands," he said clearly. Then, turning toward the farmer, he continued, "But if you hesitate any longer, I'll take my money elsewhere."
The farmer tensed instantly. He could see that Adam had all the control in this deal. The young man's calm and confident manner left no doubt in his mind that if Adam chose to walk away, the farmer might never get another offer like this. And the farmer needed money—urgently.
The weight of the decision pressed on him, and he could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he weighed his options.
With little time to spare and no chance to bargain further, the farmer finally looked Adam in the eye and nodded slowly. It was clear that he understood the gravity of the situation.
Just as Adam reached the door, preparing to leave, a sudden exclamation stopped him.
"Wait!"
The agent, who had been sitting quietly, suddenly stood up and hurried after Adam. His earlier tone of dismissal was gone, replaced by a sense of urgency. Adam raised an eyebrow in mild surprise at this unexpected development.
The agent quickly extended a business card toward Adam. The card was crisp and printed neatly with bold letters.
"My name is Leviathan," the agent said in a respectful tone. "If you ever need to buy land again, please—consider contacting me."
Adam accepted the card with a slight smirk, his eyes reflecting both amusement and cautious interest.
"I'll keep you in mind, Leviathan," he replied smoothly.
The brief exchange left an impression on both men. It was clear that the agent, despite his earlier doubts, had come to respect Adam's boldness and capability.
The farmer, who had been watching the entire exchange, finally admitted defeat. His pride was wounded, but he also recognized that arguing any further was pointless.
If even a high-end real estate agent like Leviathan respected Adam, then there was no room left for doubt.
With a resigned sigh, the farmer stood up slowly. He extended his hand toward Adam and said in a low, sincere voice,
"Fine. I'll accept your offer."
The words were simple, yet they carried the weight of his hard choices. "Come with me. Let's finalize the deal. I need the money—as soon as possible," he added, his tone urgent now, reflecting the desperate need that had driven him to this point.
Adam took a slow, deep breath. Although his face remained calm and composed, inside he felt his plan coming together perfectly. His eyes held a spark of satisfaction as he shook the farmer's hand firmly.
"Good choice," Adam said quietly, a slight smile playing on his lips as he spoke.
With that, the two of them walked out of the office together, leaving behind the polished luxury of the agent's space. Outside, the busy city hummed with life, unaware of the significant deal that had just been sealed in one of its many quiet corners.