I'm catching tricks in the Hong Kong variety show world

Zi Ning smiled slyly, "It depends on whether you are willing to cooperate?"

Chapter 26 An adventure that changed the fate of the fly

"How to cooperate?"

"If you are willing to pay me a channel fee, your material and the apartment address behind it can be sold for 3 Hong Kong dollars. If you are not willing to pay me a channel fee, then the fixed price is 2 Hong Kong dollars."

Su Hao's brows twitched. Isn't this the legendary middleman taking advantage of the price difference?

Zi Ning noticed the displeased expression on Su Hao's face and explained again: "Don't feel that you are at a loss. Did I tell you that our program team recently received a sponsorship fee?"

"The style of your video is very suitable for our program team. Did I reveal it to you?"

"Did I help you communicate with the editor-in-chief?"

"There's one price for treating a layman, and another price for having an expert help you check things out. Isn't this reasonable? My dear, only if you give up your children can you trap the wolf, and only if you give up can you get something. At worst, I will give priority to similar materials like yours in the future. , Aren’t you working in the miscellaneous department? Ordinarily, there are many opportunities to come into contact with such strange phenomena."

Zi Ning's words made Su Hao's arrangements clear.

Just at this time, Editor Chen's call came back. After a while of communication with Editor Chen, Zi Ning made a decision on the spot with Zi Ning's persuasion.

Zi Ning seemed to have secured a big deal. He picked up the bottle and poured himself a glass of wine, drinking it down as if to reward himself with a promotion and a raise in salary.

He snapped his fingers at Su Hao.

"It's done. You go to our program office tomorrow and sign a copyright transfer agreement. The 3 Hong Kong dollars will be yours. As for how much rebate you will give me, you can decide by yourself."

"Also, public is public and private is private. Now that we've finished talking about business, let's talk about private matters. I have a pretty good impression of you. If you're willing, we can try to get in touch."

"But I have to go now. I came here by taking the opportunity to go out. I'll contact you next time."

Zi Ning waved her hand to Su Hao generously and took the initiative to leave.

……

On the other side, after Wuying fell asleep that night, two shadows suddenly appeared in room No. 6.

One is called Shumei and the other is called Xiaomei, which were their names during their lifetime.

Shu Mei was an office clerk and part-time assistant to the general manager before he died. He committed suicide by hanging.

During her lifetime, Xiaomei was a nightclub dancer who had a gangster as her boyfriend. She died in a gang fight. At that time, she was with her boyfriend and her cheek was cut off with a knife.

They are all stored here after death.

It seemed that the ghosts from the underworld took a nap and forgot about the two of them.

In order to keep his ghost body from dissipating, he can only continue to huddle in the dark place of Ping An Apartment, waiting for prey to come and possess him, absorb the yang energy, and strengthen his soul body.

The method, called absorbing yang and replenishing yin, originated from an old woman who taught it before Ping An Apartment. But this old ghost was lucky enough to find a substitute in advance and reincarnate.

The two of them glanced at the crowfly in the room and were very satisfied with its strong body, and they were immediately elated.

It's just that Xiaomei worked as a dancer before and is good at observing people's emotions. She secretly took a look at the environment in Room 6 and found a statue of Guan Gong placed on the floor at the foot of the wall. She had already guessed the identity of the fly on the bed.

It knew that Guan Gong was in charge of brothers' loyalty, could he also be in charge of the underworld?

"Xiao Mei, since both of us have fallen in love with him, let me take a sip first. After all, I came here one day earlier than you, so the rules can't be broken."

Xiaomei glanced at the statue of Guan Gong fearfully, and replied absently: "Okay, let you take a sip first."

Shu Mei stopped being polite at that moment and turned into a mass of shadow and rushed toward the flies. A strange phenomenon occurred. A bright light flashed on the Guan Gong statue on the ground. The sword in his hand seemed to come to life. A majestic sound could be heard vaguely in the room. A low voice shouted, "Every man shall die."

Shu Mei, who was about to feast, was cut to pieces by this knife.

Completely disappeared between heaven and earth.

"what!"

Xiaomei was so frightened that she turned around and ran away.

When he fled to the door, he discovered that the knife seemed to disappear out of thin air, and the Guan Gong statue on the ground had a crack directly from the top of his head, as if it was about to fall apart.

Xiaomei, who was good at observing words and expressions, returned to Guan Gong and studied it for a moment. Finally, she couldn't resist the temptation of Yang Qi and slowly approached the crowfly on the bed.

A few hours later, it was dawn.

At the elevator entrance of Ping An Apartment on the 14th floor, Assi's call came intermittently, "Boss, are you awake, are you still there? I'm Assi."

The sound was like a cock being pinched by someone's throat. It was very clear, but it was deliberately lowered.

Axi's screams continued intermittently for a while, and the fly in the room finally opened its eyes.

He rolled his eyes listlessly. After seeing the environment in the room clearly, his brain seemed to slowly turn on, and he suddenly fell off the bed.

"You mother, why did I fall asleep last night?"

Wuying touched his arms and limbs in shock and found that he was not seriously ill, but just a little tired. He just got up and yawned several times in succession.

He looked like he had stayed up late and had too much fun.

The problem is that he went to bed around nine o'clock last night.

Wuying ignored Axi's call outside the corridor and gradually felt something strange inside him.

"I'm beating your lungs. No wonder you're so sleepy. It turns out you had an erotic dream last night."

He couldn't remember the dream last night. He still had some vague impressions. He only remembered that a woman appeared in his dream last night. She was sexier than Xiaocui, who had been so happy with the 998 package before, and she took the initiative to throw herself at him. Send hugs.

How can I bear this?

"By the way, it's been a long time since I've had such a sweet and beautiful dream. How come Asi is so crazy and he's here so early today?"

Wu Fei regretted not having a rest.

"Call me a ghost, I'm here."

Wuying opened the door angrily and scolded Axi at the elevator entrance, as if blaming him for coming so early.

After Assi saw the living person, he was obviously relieved. He cautiously came over and waved his hand in front of Wuying's eyes, "Brother, it's fine that you're fine. I thought something happened to you?"

Wuying reprimanded, "What happened? I had a wonderful sleep last night and had a sweet dream."

Axi had to admire his elder brother's courage and flattered him: "If I tell you about your bold experience of staying in this evil place for one night, I don't think a lot of people will admire you and give you a thumbs up." ah."

Wuying rubbed the back of his head. He remembered that the purpose of coming here last night was not just to stay for one night?

What is it?

I can't remember it for a while.

"Help me put my things away and go downstairs."

The two packed up their bed and packed some odds and ends. When it was their turn to clean up the statue of Guan Gong, Axi saw an obvious crack on it. He wanted to ask for more information, but was afraid of being slapped by a fly in vain, so he went straight to it in a vague way.

I just thought it was because my eldest brother didn't hold it properly at night.

The two of them came to the Ping An Real Estate Agency on the street downstairs. Zhang Wuwa saw the two people dressed up and immediately greeted them, "The two eldest brothers are indeed gangsters on the road. You don't have the courage to say this, and they are also very tough. I stayed there all night and nothing happened."

"My little brother is so impressed that he fell to the ground."

Wuying yawned again, "Stop talking nonsense, I'll give you the key. I think the rent of 300 a month is too expensive. Now I'm officially notifying you that the sleep trial is over."

"By the way, the key to room No. 3 seems to be hanging on the door. There is some garbage left in my room. You can send someone to clean it yourself. I will stop talking nonsense with you and go back to sleep."

Unexpectedly, the real estate agent Zhang Wuwa, who was beaten up by them, took the initiative to come over with a grin on her face, "Brother, this is my business card. I have a business, do you want to do it?"

"what business?"

"I just help people sleep, and I can earn [-] Hong Kong dollars a night."

Chapter 27 The Haunted House Sleep Tester

Wuying and Axi's eyes suddenly widened, feeling that the other party was joking with him.

Wuying stretched out his arm, twisted Zhang Wuwa's collar and pulled him over, "Are you trying to fool me? Can you make money by trying to sleep? I'm not a boy, so you still want to give me a red envelope?"

"Brother, let go, let go, listen to me, I am definitely not trying to scare you..."

Zhang Wuwa repeatedly begged for mercy.

After his explanation, Wuying and Axi immediately understood the meaning behind it.

It turns out that this sleep trial is definitely not inviting you to sleep in a hotel, but to go to some special places, specifically some old houses that are very old.

There is a special name among the people, called Haunted House.

Natural deaths such as old age, illness, and death are not included. The term "haunted house" refers specifically to houses where murders and torture cases have occurred. Most of the victims died unjustly and had strong resentment before their deaths.

Such houses are not very clean, and strange things often happen, which can scare people into falling ill and affect their health, or even cause them to die miserably.

The homeowner either keeps the house empty for a long time, waits for the resentment inside to dissipate, and the incident is forgotten over time, and then finds an unlucky buyer to sell it.

There are also some unscrupulous homeowners who can't afford to wait. They will choose to conceal the death and quietly list the house on a second-hand rental or sales website. However, this also has a risk. If something happens to the tenant, the homeowner will not be able to escape. Detachment.

The safest thing is to admit that you are unlucky and sell the house to a real estate agent at a low price.

The real estate agency then spends money to hire Taoist monks to perform rituals to liberate the souls of the dead. Regardless of whether it is useful or not, the bigger the fuss is, the better. After the event, some professional "sleep testers" will be invited to celebrate the occasion.

Use the yang energy of living people to dilute the remaining ghosts.

After a period of time, when the trend gradually cools down, I will quietly use my own sales channels to sell the overpriced houses at a price lower than the market price. Because the acquisition price is low enough, I can make a little profit each time I buy and sell.

Whether you make more or less depends on luck.

The bolder you are, the more tricks you have, the darker your heart, the more money you make.

Monks and Taoists are easy to find, just spend money, but it is hard to say who is trying to sleep, and is full of certain uncertainties. First of all, such a person must be bold and tough, otherwise if he goes in vertically and comes out horizontally, something will happen. The introducer will also cause trouble for himself.

Secondly, such people should be poor enough, but not too greedy.

Everything else is easy to talk about, but this "eight-character toughness" is a bit mysterious. What does "eight-character toughness" mean?

Of course, it is a trial of the law.

Often such 'trial sleepers' who have actual combat experience are treated by real estate agencies as treasures, walking consumables.

This is the reason why Zhang Wuwa is willing to extend an olive branch even after knowing that Wuying is a member of the Taoist group who is extremely difficult to greet. He is a tough guy and hard to find.

"I'm sorry for you, but you actually set your sights on my eldest brother. Who would dare to go to such a haunted house? Don't you despise longevity?"

Axi glanced at Wuying, and seeing that Wuying hadn't reacted yet, he stretched out his hand to give Zhang Wuwa a blow on the pot helmet.

Zhang Wuwa quickly pulled Wu Fei's sleeve and explained: "Boss, I won't sleep in vain. Give me money, 500 a night."

Maybe the words "give money" had an effect. Wuying's eyes moved and he stretched out his hand to stop his little brother.

To get around, you can't just rely on brute force, you also need to be able to use your brain.

After having a safe apartment like this, he had to be more cautious.

Although I have heard of such rumors about ghosts and gods before, I have never experienced it personally, and I am always doubtful because of rumors. However, this time during my trip to Ping An Apartment, there were two more doubts. One of them was that the statue of Guan Gong was cracked.

Those who are in the martial arts world worship Guan Gong.

Why did it not crack in the morning and crack in the evening, but it cracked after being left in room 6 for one night?

Also, he fell asleep before nine o'clock last night. He had never gone to bed so early before. Normally, he should be energetic when he woke up the next day, but at the moment he was uncharacteristically sleepy, and his whole body was sore and numb. A posture of being exhausted.

If mental sleepiness can be related to last night's dream, then the splitting of the Guan Gong statue is somewhat unclear.

Wuying stared at Zhang Wuwa, "Don't you have a homeless man in your company? Why don't you let him go? Do you think we are easy to bully?"

Zhang Wuwa complained in her heart that the guardian looked like he was going to die prematurely in less than half a year, which did not fit the label of being a character.

He might die in the room one day, how could he dare to let the other party go?

But the words cannot be spoken truthfully.

Zhang Wuwa rolled his eyes, moved his fingers and gave Wu Ying a rational analysis: "Boss, look, wasn't our Ping An Apartment also rumored to be unlucky before? You slept in Room 6 all night , Isn’t it a big deal?”

Even though Wuying agreed with the other party's words in his heart, he still pretended to be indifferent on his face, as if he was watching you continue to perform.

Zhang Wuwa spat, "Also, boss, you look very stylish at first glance. You look very heroic and majestic. You can lift a knife to cut people in martial arts, and you can reach out and reason in literature. People like you are born to be tough." , you must know that good people are bullied by others, and good ghosts are ridden by others. Even ghosts are afraid of evil people."

Wuying reached out and touched his chin, feeling again that what the other party said made sense.

Seeing that his elder brother was a little moved, Axi anxiously advised him from the side: "Brother, this bastard is obviously cheating. We are not short of money, so there is no need to go for such a sideshow."

The excuse of not being short of money is a bit counterintuitive.

Zhang Wuwa looked at Axi from top to bottom with an uncharacteristic look of disgust, "Man, you say I'm lying? Then why don't I compliment you on how powerful you are? You're the one who He is about 1 meters tall and skinny with not much flesh on his body. At first glance, he looks like he is possessed by a bad boy."

"Think about it with your mind. If the person who goes in to try sleeping has an accident, I won't be able to escape my involvement. Will I lie to others?"