beauty hunter

Chapter 586 Ghost Story (1 more)

Chapter 586 Ghost Story (1 more)

On the other end of the phone, Song Rong looked at the phone in astonishment.

What's the matter with this kid?Didn't he let himself call?How did it get cut off?

After a while, Wen Yan's V8 rang again, and he connected the phone: "I warn you, if you dare to scold my mother again, then there is no need to talk about anything!"

Song Rong at the other end was stunned for a moment, and then said angrily: "What the hell do you want!"

Wen Yan said calmly, "It's simple, I just need to make a deal with you."

Song Rong gritted his teeth and said: "I never thought you would use such a despicable means to take your life experience!"

Wen Yan said casually: "Who told you that I want to trade life information?"

Song Rong couldn't help being stunned again, and subconsciously said: "Then you want... Oh! You want me to unlock the meditation lock for you!"

You must know that Wen Yan's biggest problem now is that he has no ability to protect himself, so he has to rely on him, Song Rong. However, if the restriction of the meditation lock is lifted, he can fight alone with the strength of the four top Wen family masters, and he will never lose. Anyone's intelligence, naturally no longer need to rely on anyone.Moreover, after recovering his skills, he can completely rely on his own skills to snatch the information about his life experience from Song Rong, so "unlocking the meditation lock" is really Wen Yan's most urgent need right now.

Wen Yan couldn't help but secretly praised the old man's cleverness. The other party did see through what he wanted most, but he only said indifferently on the surface: "I only propose possible transaction conditions, even if I let you unlock the meditation lock , are you willing? So what I want to propose is another condition. "

Song Rong was really puzzled now, and asked, "What the hell is it?"

"Didn't you say that you memorized the books in the library by heart?" Wen Yan said word by word, "I want you to transcribe all the books in the library for me!"

"What!" Song Rong cried out, so loud that he almost knocked Wen Yan's phone off, "Do you know how many books there are?"

"How much?" Wen Yan said calmly.

"Seven thousand one hundred and seventy-nine copies!" Song Rong said angrily, "I want to write them all, how can I do it in ten or eight years!"

"So many? Are you bragging?" Wen Yan couldn't help being surprised, "It's impossible for someone to memorize all of these books!"

"Joke!" Song Rong became more angry than before, "Do you dare to question my memory? Do you know how long I stayed in that courtyard? 30 years!"

"Okay! I believe you!" Wen Yan said decisively, "Promise me to write it all out, and I will let Yue Qunfeng go!"

"Beautiful thinking!" Song Rong answered without hesitation, "I only agree to you if I have a tm mental illness!"

"Okay, in this case, I'll give you another condition." Wen Yan said lightly, "Release my meditation lock, or write them out, you choose. Of course, if you don't choose, then you are ready to wait for Yue Qunfeng's body to be delivered to you." Round sect gymnasium."

"Well, you are so gentle! After talking for a long time, the real purpose is here!" Song Rong suddenly came to his senses, "Hehe, I really underestimated you. Unlocking? Impossible!"

"Then do you want to transcribe, or Yue Qunfeng's body?" Wen Yan asked.

"..."

There was no sound from that end.

After a while, he gritted his molars and said, "Fuck you! Okay, I promise to transcribe! How to trade? You can't wait for ten or eight years to finish the book before trading?"

Wen Yan said nonchalantly: "I'll contact you again." He hung up the phone directly.

When the other party thought that he had seen through his scheme, it was when he launched the plan. It was hard for Song Rong to imagine that his real purpose was to ask the other party to copy the books of the library.

However, with Song Rong's ingenuity, he should be able to quickly figure out what his purpose is, but that doesn't matter. Song Rong can know one, but not necessarily the other. The key to solving the series of problems at hand.

……

Returning to Tongzi Lane by car, Wen Yan didn't go back to the hiding place of the funeral club, but went to the house he was going to buy.He Zhongyi just called him and said that he wanted to report what he asked the intermediary man to investigate.

As soon as he entered the yard, He Zhongyi greeted him with a bright smile: "Mr. Wen, I have good news for you."

Wen Yan asked him to find out how many people wanted to sell their houses on this street, and how much they could buy them for. Looking at this guy's expression, both eye sockets were black, and he couldn't help but said in surprise, "Don't tell me you It's been going on all night."

He Zhongyi shyly said: "I hate the feeling left over from work the most, so there are problems that can be solved in one go, and I won't rest until I solve them."

Wen Yan couldn't help secretly praising his work attitude, and asked, "What result?"

He Zhongyi opened the briefcase he brought, took out a folder from it, and handed it to him: "This is the head of the household who can be contacted in the entire Tongzi Lane. There are a total of 71 household heads in the investigation records, including interviews. There are also phone calls. Among them, about 31 households have expressed their intention to sell, and although the remaining [-] households have not made it clear, I can see that as long as I give enough persuasion, they can definitely be persuaded to sell. There are also some who are either I went to another place, or went abroad, so I can’t get in touch for the time being.”

While flipping through the folder in his hand, Wen Yan asked, "What about the price?"

He Zhongyi said: "The top half of the penultimate page is the price of all the houses that have been listed for sale, but this is just the price, and it can be lower in reality. The bottom half is the approximate price of the head of the household who is interested in selling, and then the next Page is the average house price for the entire street that I personally analyzed."

Wen Yan didn't feel anything about these data, so he frowned and said, "Speak simply."

He Zhongyi said seriously: "The average building is 300 million."

Wen Yan praised: "This is what I want to know. If I entrust this matter to you, are you sure you can help me get rid of this street?"

He Zhongyi was startled and said, "Mr. Wen, you..."

He said softly, "Tell me directly if you can or not!"

He Zhongyi came back to his senses and suppressed his ups and downs: "Yes!"

"Okay!" Wen Yan said decisively, "I will give you 300 million for each house, and your remuneration is the difference between the 300 million and the actual purchase price. It depends on how much you can earn from this transaction!"

He Zhongyi was stunned, and hesitated for a while before saying: "Mr. Wen, you mean, if I can lower the average price to 250 million..."

Wen Yan smiled and said, "Then you can earn 50 yuan for each house. Of course, I have to remind you that part of the 50 yuan is the handling fee involved in the transaction."

He Zhongyi stared at him dumbfounded, unable to utter a word.

Even excluding the handling fee, that is quite a considerable amount!Under normal circumstances, he probably wouldn't be able to earn as much as this house earned in a year!

What's more, there are dozens of households on this street!If he can really handle this matter well, it will definitely become a turning point in his life!

Wen Yan stretched out his hand and shook it in front of him: "Hello? Are you going to do it or not?"

He Zhongyi excitedly said: "Of course we will do it!"

What people lack the most is not talent, but the right opportunity, and this is the opportunity he has been waiting for!

At this moment, Wen Yan suddenly felt something, and turned to look at the room on the left.

Affected by his movements, He Zhongyi couldn't help turning his head to look, and was about to say "what are you looking at", when suddenly his whole body froze, as if he was in a space of absolute zero for an instant, and his blood froze.

This courtyard house had been deserted for half a year, and it had long lost its popularity. All the rooms were locked, and there would be no one there, but at this time, in the window of the house less than five meters away from them, a faint The face is in sight!

It was an old-fashioned window lattice style, the glass area was relatively small, and it was also patterned translucent glass. The human face was silently parked in the window, and the facial features could not be seen clearly, only bloodless and white. Like a dead man!

Wen Yan turned around and said nonchalantly: "That's the deal, call me later if you need anything."

He Zhongyi pointed at the window tremblingly: "Wen...Mr. Wen, look...see it?"

Wen Yan asked in surprise, "What did you see?"

He Zhongyi was taken aback, then turned to look at him: "There is...a face on that window."

Wen Yan couldn't help laughing: "Are you delusional? How can you have any face? I think you have heard too many legends about this place, and you have delusions."

He Zhongyi said anxiously: "How is it possible! Look... Huh?" When he turned his head to look again, the window was empty, and there was no face at all!

Wen Yan smiled slightly and said, "I said you read it wrong, don't you..." Before he finished speaking, the door of a room on his right suddenly "squeaked" and slowly opened a line.

He Zhongyi was shocked, turned his head suddenly, and said, "This is impossible! I have checked all the rooms here, and they are locked!"

Wen Yan turned his head to look.

The door was kept wide open, and the inside was so dark that it was difficult to see what was there.

He Zhongyi said with a pale face: "Wen...Mr. Wen, let's...leave first and then talk."

Wen Yan withdrew his gaze, nodded and said, "OK."

The two were about to leave when suddenly a soft sound came from the courtyard door.

Ka!

He Zhongyi trembled like a frightened bird, and said in a voiceless voice: "The door is locked!" When they came in, they just concealed the door, but now there is no wind, how did the door lock?

Could it be... is there really a ghost?

Wen Yan walked over quickly and opened the door directly, but when he looked outside, there was no one there.

He Zhongyi, who followed him, was speechless, his entire face completely petrified.

There is no shelter on this street. If someone pulls the door shut from the outside, it is impossible to hide without a shadow in the few seconds.

Wen Yan turned his head and glanced at the yard, an imperceptible smile flashed across his lips, and said, "Maybe it was blown by the wind, let's go."

A few minutes later, Wen Yan returned to the courtyard house used by the funeral club.

When He Zhongyi left, he was obviously so scared that he almost forgot to say goodbye to him.

The ghost story really deserves its reputation!

After entering the courtyard, Wen Yan closed the door and was about to walk towards one of the rooms when suddenly a "ding ding ding ding" alarm bell rang.

Xiaosu rushed out of the house with a stride, raised the gun with the silencer in his hand, and pointed at the roof of a house on the left side of the courtyard.

The alarm bell went away.

Wen Yan walked over: "What's wrong?"

Xiao Su said in a deep voice: "Someone came in from over there and touched the precautionary measures I had arranged in advance, but they have left now."

Wen Yan said slowly: "Are you sure it's a 'person'?"

Xiaosu glanced at him: "Brother Wen means, is it the 'ghost' who has been in this alley for a long time?"