My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 804 Not Afraid of Trouble

Outside the small building.

Ethan saw a Ford parked on the side of the road, and then turned the steering wheel with one hand, pulling the Cadillac to a stop.

Turn off the heat and grab a Coke glass.

Pull the switch, push your elbows, turn around and get out of the car.

A hamburger in one hand and a Coke in the other.

He took a big bite of the beef and walked towards the Ford car in front. There were two people sitting in the car, a man and a woman. The man was in a black suit, and the woman was wearing a black skirt, with such a professional style.

Working as an intermediary or a salesperson always gives him the feeling that there is always such a drive.

Full of energy, very capable.

No matter what the shape is, it is always clean and dry, which makes people feel very professional at first glance.

Noticing him approaching, he cast his gaze over.

The two people in the car got off immediately, and the female intermediary greeted with a smile: "Hello, is this Mr. Morgan?"

"Yes."

Ethan nodded and looked at his wrist: "You guys are quite punctual."

With a flash of silver light, the smile on the female agent's face increased a bit. As a professional real estate agent, she has a deep research on luxury accessories.

People are handsome, but they can't be eaten.

But a Cadillac Escalade and a watch worth more than $4 are definitely worth a fortune.

Not to mention rich, but definitely rich.

Although he was wearing ordinary clothes, just jeans, a black T-shirt and a light jacket, and the total cost was only a few hundred yuan, but it must be that the other party was acting relatively low-key.

The female intermediary quickly judged Ethan's purchasing power, and quickly stepped forward:
"Hi, I'm the intermediary who just called you."

Looking at her outstretched hand, Ethan blinked and silently took a big bite of the burger.

There seems to be something wrong with the eyesight.

The female intermediary quickly realized that the other party's hands were busy, and waved her palm to the side to introduce: "Nice to meet you, Mr. Morgan. By the way, this is my colleague. He is here to accompany you."

"Hello."

Ethan nodded, and quickly put the food in his hand into his mouth: "Sorry, I was a little busy just now, so I didn't have time to have lunch."

This is the Southern District, so it's normal for the other party to bring someone to accompany them.

Moreover, there may be homeless people living in the house, and she also needs to provide customers with a certain degree of security.

"It's ok."

The female intermediary waved her hand, indicating that it would not affect her.

Immediately, she presented various qualification certificates, and housing rental and sales entrustment documents.

After confirming that there was no problem, the two of them stood quietly aside, waiting for Ethan to throw the coke cup into the trash can before leading each other inside.

Outside is a half-person-high iron fence, and the lawn is wide, but a little yellow.

The male intermediary opened the pull latch and let Ethan walk in.

"I'm curious."

Ethan took out a cigarette and lit it, pointing to the garbage on the ground and the broken glass on the wall: "Why don't you repair it, it should be very helpful to increase the price?"

With a house like this, it's hard to sell it for a good price.

In fact, there is a profession in the United States. Some people specialize in buying and leasing houses that look dilapidated but have no problems with the main body, and renovate them before renting and selling them.

The profit difference in the middle is quite considerable.

"to be honest."

The female intermediary walked up the wide steps with a briefcase in her arms: "In fact, the main structure of the house and the maintenance of key facilities are very good, but you also know that those people in the next few streets are very difficult to deal with."

"We dismissed the idea."

"correct."

The tall female agent at the front door stopped and asked tentatively, "Mr. Morgan, are you sure you want to see this house?"

"We have other good listings. Just to remind you, the people in it are a big trouble."

Ethan blinked, and casually pulled the zipper:
"It's okay, I'm not afraid of trouble."

The police badges and firearms that had been covered up were completely covered up now, and he blocked them with his hands without showing any traces.

It's better to be troublesome. If it's not troublesome, the house price will go up.

"Ok."

The female intermediary nodded and reminded: "You can just follow us later, if there are any disputes or abuse."

"I pretend I didn't hear it."

Ethan shrugged and smiled with white teeth.

This handsome smile made the female intermediary stupefied for a moment, young, handsome, and rich, she gulped.

The front door opened quickly, and a foul smell rushed straight into the nostrils.

"Ah huh."

Ethan sneezed violently and quickly covered his nose.

The place where you enter the door is a hall.

The wide staircase spirals upwards, and the floors are relatively high, which is quite impressive.

That is, needles, tissues, and used condoms are all over the floor.

It looks extremely unsightly.

There are various graffiti everywhere on the wall. If these things are ignored, the main body of the house is indeed well preserved.

Of course, if you buy it, there are still many things to deal with.

Under the guidance of the intermediary, he hurriedly inspected.

On the right side of the entrance door on the first floor is a small suite.

On the left, there are two.

Go all the way up the stairs, the stairway is in the middle, one on the left and one on the right, each with two suites.

Good guy, there are nineteen houses in total.

The suites on the right are relatively small, with one bedroom and one living room. The two suites on the left are slightly larger, with two bedrooms and one living room.

While observing inside, a strange scene happened.

From time to time, I met a few homeless people who were full of hostility to the few people who came here.

Someone even took out the dick and poured water directly at the corner.

That picture is simply too beautiful.

The blue veins on the female intermediary's forehead swelled and swelled. This building is negative equity, and it needs to be cleared out as soon as possible.

Going up to the third floor, there was a humming sound.

The sound was very high pitched and deafening.

"Every time we come here, this kind of thing happens." The female intermediary smiled with difficulty: "I hope you don't mind."

"I do not mind."

Ethan's expression was ugly, but he was secretly laughing in his heart.

When he passed a room, he stopped, and there was a snoring sound inside.

A drunk man with disheveled hair was lying on a tattered mattress, sleeping soundly, with a red nose from rosacea, and still holding a small half bottle of brandy in his hand.

I slept comfortably, and I still scratched my crotch from time to time.

"This guy is the biggest psoriasis." The female intermediary gritted her teeth and said with a trace of panic: "Actually, the upstairs is similar, and there is a big roof."

"Let's go, every time we meet this guy, it's trouble."

"That broken mouth can give you a headache."

In the room, Frank may have felt uncomfortable sleeping, so he turned sideways again.

Ethan suppressed his smile and acted kindly.

Following the agent down the stairs, he walked quickly to the yard in front of the building, then he let go of his hand and took a few heavy breaths.

The stuffy smell almost suffocated me to death.

Seeing Ethan's livid face, the female agent smiled awkwardly, not knowing what to say for a while.

(End of this chapter)