Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

Chapter 257: You're really bold.

Rockwell jumped up, his chair tipping back and crashing against the wall with a loud thud.

"What...what did you say?!"

"Yes, Mr. Locke, you heard me right."

Eileen spoke calmly, as if she were remarking on the nice weather, "Ten million US dollars."

The entire room fell silent.

Sarah and McKenna stared at Eileen in disbelief.

This woman is really ruthless in haggling over the price!

She cut the price of a farm worth 500 million to 10 million.

It's important to know that the higher the negotiated acquisition price, the higher the proportional legal fees will be.

Eileen is cutting off her own source of income.

Rockwell's face was ashen, and his hands were trembling.

"I told you to quote a price boldly, but I didn't tell you to be this bold."

You're just delusional!

"I'd rather leave the farm there to grow wild than sell it to you!"

Eileen shrugged, completely unconcerned by his anger.

"Oh well.

I hope you can always be this tough.

She slowly and methodically put away the documents.

"As far as I know, there are still several corpses lying in the Locke family farm, and no one dares to collect them."

I even heard that your family hired a priest?

So the priest also died in the villa, right?

"If the curse were to transfer to you, what would you do?"

Rockwell turned pale.

Eileen continued, "We're buying your farm, and we're not only going to clean it up, but we're also going to clean up those corpses."

These corpses are clearly a curse, targeting your Locke family.

Think about it, what will happen to you if this isn't dealt with?

She paused, her tone growing even colder.

"It takes an expert to clean up the body."

This expense is worth at least hundreds of millions of US dollars.

In other words, we're buying your farm and incidentally helping you resolve your family's crisis.

In fact, you should be thanking us.

Rockwell's lips moved, but he couldn't speak.

Eileen stood up and looked down at him.

"After all, if we don't acquire Locke Farm, I believe no one will dare to acquire it."

According to our sources, Pacific Land has abandoned its acquisition plans—it only expressed interest in acquiring the company, yet its market value has plummeted by half, plunging it into a severe financial crisis.

You can imagine how terrifying this curse is.

She looked directly into Rockwell's eyes.

"So now the question is simple—do you want the farm, or the lives of the entire Locke family?"

Rockwell was as pale as a sheet.

He grabbed the coffee on the table and drank it all in one gulp.

The coffee had long since gone cold, and a bitter taste lingered on my tongue.

Silent for a long time.

"Ten million is absolutely not going to do it." His voice was hoarse. "I'd rather die than sell it."

Eileen sat back down in her chair, her tone softening slightly.

"Very good, I admire people who would risk their lives for money."

I can raise the price a bit, to twenty-five million US dollars.

This is our bottom line.

If Mr. Locke still won't sell, then keep it.

"I can't accept this price either," Rockwell gritted his teeth. "I'll sell it for fifty million dollars."

Eileen's lips curled up slightly.

"Fifty million is too much."

You must remember one thing: we also need to ask a master to deal with the curse on the farm.

This expense is enormous, and there's no guarantee we can even hire someone.

If you can't get them to come, we can't help you avoid this disaster.

She held up three fingers.

"The highest price is 30 million."

Sell it, sign the contract now.

"If you're not selling, we're leaving immediately."

The assistant next to him immediately began tidying up the documents on the table, putting them into his briefcase, as if he was about to leave.

Rockwell was so nervous that his hands were trembling.

The farm was originally valued at nearly 600 million.

In order to sell it as soon as possible, he gritted his teeth and lowered the price to 500 million.

But now, the other party is not even willing to pay 50 million.

His mind was filled with complex emotions.

But the thought of that curse fills me with endless panic.

Pacific Land Corporation's market value evaporated by half simply because it expressed an intention to acquire the company.

With such power, who wouldn't be afraid?

Watching the assistant pack the last document into the briefcase and zip it up—

Rockwell lowered his head, as if all his strength had been drained away.

"I...I agree."

Eileen shook her head expressionlessly.

"I'm sorry, it's too late now."

The current price is twenty-eight million US dollars.

Rockwell suddenly looked up, his eyes red.

"Didn't you just say 30 million?"

What gives you the right to lower the price?!

"Mr. Locke, you must understand, we are the only buyer."

Eileen said calmly, "Thirty million is the price from just now."

The current price is 28 million.

"If you don't want to sell, we can back out at any time."

Rockwell stared at her, his eyes filled with anger and helplessness.

After a long while, he lowered his head again.

"Okay, sure."

But you'll have to pay the taxes and fees.

"make a deal."

Eileen smiled smugly.

The contract signing process went very smoothly.

Money makes things fast.

Bank transfer, property transfer, tax payment—the whole process was completed in less than two hours.

The farm was purchased for $28 million. In total, 9% of the taxes were paid, including transaction tax, transfer tax, miscellaneous taxes, state tax, federal tax, etc., amounting to $252 million.

When Salad easily swiped her card and $3052 million was directly deducted from her account, Erin was so surprised she couldn't close her mouth.

She looked at the updated property registration information on the computer screen—

"Lock Farm" has been officially renamed "Black Lotus Farm".

Legal representative: Sarah Elizabeth.

Shareholding structure: Sarah Elizabeth owns 100% of the shares.

Eileen was in a daze.

She never imagined that Sarah, who was punished by her father, would not only not become decadent and destitute, but would actually get better and better.

He drives a Rolls-Royce, wears a rainbow-colored hat, and now owns a 10-acre farm.

Her net worth directly surpasses that of the entire Elizabethan family.

It feels like a dream.

After completing all the formalities, Sarah was in a great mood.

She looked at Eileen with a smug smile on her face.

"So? Lin Feng didn't lie to me, did he?"

Eileen kept a straight face, but her heart was filled with complex emotions.

For some reason, there was also a hint of jealousy.

She was silent for a few seconds before finally speaking.

"...You win."

Sarah smiled even more broadly.

"How much are the lawyer's fees? I'll transfer them to you."