Liang Hai started his career in real estate, and news spread in all directions.
He discovered the fat piece of Haunted Mansion in the first place, but most people really couldn't afford it.
Or it's like the real estate agent I met before, who can sell houses.
The other type is people like Liang Hai, who need a large amount of cash to settle accounts every year. If they can't come up with the money, they use this cheap house to pay off their debts.
The same house, once labeled as a haunted house, is at least two-thirds cheaper.
Of course, Liang Hai still has a conscience. At the very least, he seeks out Taoist priests to drive away evil spirits. If he encounters someone who has no conscience, and the blood in the house has not been wiped clean, he will dare to take out food.
Liang Hai opened the file bag and took out a thick stack of information: "This is for you."
"I gave you some at the beginning, but it was only the tip of the iceberg. Before I could give you the rest, something happened to Monan."
Taozi immediately took the information, looked down at it for a long time, and muttered: "This piece of paper contains 50 houses."
She squinted again to check the thickness: "There must be at least dozens of sheets, right?"
"Isn't this haunted house a bit too much?"
Liang Hai laughed a few times and nodded: "What piece of loess doesn't bury people?"
"Boss Chen is here. He must understand that no matter how nice a house is or how good Feng Shui is, it must be maintained with popularity."
I nodded and continued: "Indeed, I am not afraid of living in the house, but I am afraid of being empty."
"Without the nourishment of popularity, a house becomes a tomb over time, and whoever lives in it will die."
These words are really not meant to scare people.
In the past, if you were not going to live in any house, you would fill up the water and rice jars before leaving, and bury some uncooked rice at the door to ensure that the feng shui would not be lost.
Even more particular is to put a pair of open-ended scissors at the door.
Thunder and rain can easily disturb dirty things, so an empty house becomes their first refuge.
Liang Hai took a sip of tea and continued: "If you give me your money, I won't get anything in return."
"I will repay the money normally, just consider this as my gratitude."
Tao Zi turned it back and forth and said with a smile, "I don't dare to accept this."
"In terms of age, you are older than me, so I call you big brother."
Taozi pushed the portfolio back directly: "Brother Liang, take this thing back. Don't worry about paying back the money."
Liang Hai was stunned immediately, and then quickly pushed the thing back: "No, no."
"This is my heart, you must accept it."
Taozi smiled and stood up: "I, Taozi, never take advantage of others' danger."
"Send the card number to my mobile phone and I'll transfer the money to you later. We have something to do, so we'll leave first."
I didn't expect Taozi to say goodbye to him so hastily, let alone leave so cleanly.
Before Liang Hai could say anything, we were already out the door.
The moment she walked out the door, Taozi turned off the phone and then gave me a look, signaling to go downstairs first.
At this moment, Taozi was like a keen leopard, so alert that it was terrifying.
After getting in the car, Taozi immediately locked the four doors and whispered: "There is something wrong with Liang Hai."
"How to say?"
A smile appeared on Taozi's lips: "Do you know how much the stack of information he just gave me is worth?"
As she spoke, she extended a slap in the face: "At least 500,000."
"And, let me tell you, 500,000 yuan will definitely be robbed."
Tao Zi buckled her seat belt and said analytically: "I guess selling it for a million won't be a problem."
"Damn it, is it so valuable?"
"Of course, the most valuable thing these days is information."
I immediately reacted: "I understand!"
