London Financial City.
Arthur sat in the neat and clean trading hall, looking up at the company signboard above the quaint mahogany counter—London Real Estate Consultancy.
The Great Dumas sipped the tea prepared for the guests, and made an apt comment, "This tea is much better than what they serve in British restaurants. The meal we had with you at noon nearly made me vomit; the meat in that restaurant was definitely not fresh. As a man of honor from France, I can assure you of that."
Eld replied unenthusiastically, "Isn't that the same as no guarantee at all? Buying a house is such a hassle; shouldn't it be fine once both buyer and seller agree? Why must we have two lawyers check the contract, and then apply with the Treasury's Land Transactions Committee to examine the property rights? How long has it all taken? And we even greased the wheels to go through the fast track. Without the sweetener, I bet it wouldn't be done even in half a month."