It has been three days since he settled the life for Sister Feng, and now Zhou Sheng is walking in the corridor of the building.
There are also many Feng sisters moving furniture, with overflowing smiles and beads of sweat dripping from their foreheads. Their faces lack the rouge and gouache, but are more simple and hard-working.
When they see Zhou Sheng, they will greet him warmly, not only because of his status as the son-in-law of the Jiang Group, but also because of their sincere gratitude.
Zhou Sheng arranged a group of people and gained a lot of merit. The purpose of his visit today was Fatty Wang who was located in Room 603 on the 6th floor.
He is the backbone of all landlords and the leader who refuses to sign the agreement. As long as he helps him solve the problem, the evacuation of the building will be completed.
"You damn thing don't understand people, do you? I won't sign without 8 million. If you can, come and demolish it!"
Fatty Wang was shouting low and wildly in the corridor. When Zhou Sheng came upstairs, he saw a young man in a suit and leather shoes walking down in disgrace.
The young man didn't know Zhou Sheng, nor did he know that Zhou Sheng was the son-in-law of the Jiang Group. He angrily spat on the ground and said angrily: "8 million, you are crazy about money!"
Seeing Zhou Sheng looking over, he said angrily: "What are you looking at!" and walked down the stairs quickly.
Zhou Sheng shook his head, young people nowadays have such a bad temper.
"Dong...dong...dong..."
The person who opened the door was a fat man in his 20s. He was slovenly, his hair was in a ball, and his white vest was stained with camouflage. He didn't know where the sauce dripped on his clothes, and he didn't wash or change them.
"Who are you?" Fatty Wang looked very impatient, but with a kind smile.
He is very good at communicating with people from the Jiang Group, and is even very easy to talk to, but there is only one condition: not even a penny less of the 8 million demolition money will be enough. Many residents in this building followed Fatty Wang's lead and quoted high prices one after another.
"My name is Zhou Sheng."
Only then did Fatty Wang realize that the young man in front of him was the Jiang Group's son-in-law, who had been rumored in the building.
He immediately put on a flattering smile, opened the door and invited Zhou Sheng in for a cup of tea.
Zhou Sheng saw from the corner of his eye that the house was littered with household garbage. There were instant noodle boxes stacked high on the table, and a sour smell of rotting food hit him.
He immediately shook his head to express his refusal and indicated that they could just talk in the corridor.
"What's your request?"
Fatty Wang's smile became more flattering and greedier: "10 million, I will move out immediately, no ambiguity."
Zhou Sheng was confused. He heard 8 million in the corridor just now, but why did it become 10 million when he arrived here? Considering your own face, you are still easy to bully, right?
"You should discuss the demolition compensation in detail with the relevant person in charge. I am here this time to hope that you will take the other landlords out of the building and temporarily live in other tunnels."
When Fatty Wang heard Zhou Sheng's words, the smile on his face immediately faded, and he said with an impatient face: "I know you capitalists are up to no good, so you want me to come over and demolish it, right?" possible!"
Fatty Wang was about to close the door when Zhou Sheng held the door against him and said, "Don't you know someone died here? In a few days, her soul will turn into a ghost and come back. By then, all the residents in this building will have Life is in danger.”
"Wow! I'm so scared! In what age are you still talking about ghosts?"
boom!
Fatty Wang closed the door directly, and Zhou Sheng was disappointed.
He lamented that people nowadays do not respect ghosts and gods at all, and this kind of thing would never have happened during the Republic of China.
At that time, people were also anti-feudal and superstitious, but they still maintained a certain degree of awe for ghosts and gods. Most of them burned incense and worshiped Buddha when they visited temples. You may not believe it but you must not be disrespectful.
This is a message from Liu Qian lingering in her ears: "Master, do you want me to drive you away?"
"What can you do?" Zhou Sheng asked doubtfully.
"Master, have you forgotten? What I did with that cultivator before was this kind of money-killing thing."
Zhou Sheng thought about it and felt that it was feasible. It would be easy if he really scared him away, but he still told him: "Don't cause trouble, and don't hurt his life."
Liu Qian responded, yes.
At twelve o'clock at midnight, the crisp sound of footsteps echoed in the 4 buildings of No. 6 in the Huayuan Community.
despair!
Ta-ta!
An alcoholic walked into the building. He sang loudly, drank the last sip of wine in the bottle, smashed the bottle to the ground, quenched his saliva and staggered upstairs.
When he came to the corner, he saw a woman in white with her back to him. Looking at the bumpy back, the drunkard felt his mouth go dry.
He stepped forward while he was still drunk and patted the woman on the shoulder: "Beauty, it's getting late, why don't I take you home?"
"Okay~" The woman in white turned her head, her voice changing from sweet to sad.
Her body did not move, but her head turned 180 degrees, and two lines of blood and tears oozed from the corners of her eyes.
The drunkard's drunkenness was gone. He rolled down the stairs and hit the wall. He ignored the pain all over his body and ran while shouting: "Ghost! Ghost!"
The woman in white was also smiling happily. From the darkness, Zhou Sheng walked in and scolded: "Stop making trouble, it's more important to do business."
Liu Qian stuck out her tongue playfully and turned her head back.
The door of Fatty Wang's house was ajar, as if he was waiting for someone.
Liu Qian walked in and saw the garbage dump-like environment, which made her feel uncomfortable even as a ghost.
Although it was insubstantial, when the garbage on the ground touched the hem of her skirt, she still felt heartache and nausea.
"Ah!" A huge mouse ran past Liu Qian.
There was a clanging sound in the room, and Fatty Wang walked out holding up his pants. His yellow printed beach pants were stained with a large dark brown stain.
"Miss, you are finally here!" Fatty Wang pulled Liu Qian towards the bedroom with a pig-like look on his face.
Although the bedroom was very messy, with clothes scattered everywhere, fortunately there were no garbage bags or instant noodle boxes.
Fatty Wang said with a vulgar look: "Miss, you are even more beautiful than the one on the card."
Liu Qian then understood that Fatty Wang had originally called for door-to-door service, but the girl would come in such an environment and should not be scared away.
When she saw Fatty Wang's hands trying to cling to her, Liu Qian patted those greasy hands and said, "I'm a ghost!"
"What the hell!" Fatty Wang thought Liu Qian wanted money, and said with a lewd smile: "Don't worry, I'll give you everything as agreed before."
Liu Qian was helpless, her body quickly dried up, blood and tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, and the fingers that grabbed his arm were inserted into his body.
The intense pain made Fatty Wang jump up from the bed. When he saw his beautiful sister turning into this old woman, he realized that the person he brought back to the bedroom was not a human being.
"Ghost...ghost!" Fatty Wang screamed and ran out.
Liu Qian stood there behind her, but voices came from everywhere: "Get out! Get out of here!"
