The middle-aged fat man named Zhu Ming did not lie.
Ten minutes later, Shu Guan stood in front of a small building whose walls were painted orange.
This small building is located in an alley on Merlo Road. The alley is not too narrow and can accommodate two cars driving side by side. The road is paved with bluestone slabs and there are sewers dug on the side.
The small building is about 20 meters away from the alley. When you walk out of the alley, you will find the bustling Merlot Road. When you walk into the alley, you feel like you are immediately in a quiet world.
This is truly a place of tranquility amidst the hustle and bustle.
When walking into the alley, Shu looked at the street sign. This alley, which was not a small one, was called Duolun Lane.
The small building is two and a half stories high, because there is a small attic at the top, but it is not considered to be one floor.
It occupies an area of about three rooms. The first floor is spacious enough, and the second floor is divided into four rooms. The best thing is that this small building also has a small courtyard with a tree planted in it. A osmanthus tree that is at least fifty years old.
This inevitably reminded Shu Guan of his home in this world.
There is also such an old osmanthus tree in the home in Taoyuan Valley where I and the old cripple have lived for eighteen years.
According to Zhu Ming's introduction on the way here, it turns out that the owner of this small building is a professor at a university in Shanghai. He was hired by another university in Yanjing and moved to Yanjing City half a year ago. This property was fully handed over to them, Yukang Real Estate Dental Store, for sale.
To be honest, Shu Guan was very satisfied when he saw this house for the first time.
But he still asked with a smile.
"Why is it that such a nice house hasn't been sold even after half a year?"
Zhu Ming immediately showed an embarrassed look on his face, and behind him, Zhu Ming specifically called Xiaoli, who was following him, and his expression changed slightly again.
Zhu Mingze's expression immediately returned to normal, and he said with a smile:
"Of course there are many people who come to inquire about the price, but not just anyone can live in the house in this alley."
As he spoke, Zhu Ming pointed to another small building next to the orange building. It was also a two-story building with a courtyard. The walls were painted light gray and could be seen through the fence at the door. The yard is filled with pots of chrysanthemums.
Of course, it is early summer and the chrysanthemums have not yet bloomed, but you can imagine how beautiful this yard will be in autumn when the chrysanthemums are in full bloom.
"Do you know Mr. Wen Ren?"
Zhu Ming pointed to the small gray building next to him and asked Shu Guan.
Shu Guan was suddenly startled, and then asked with some uncertainty:
"You mean Mr. Wenren?"
"Of course, otherwise there would be no Mr. Wenren!"
Zhu Ming said with admiration. At this time, the philistine spirit in him had been reduced a lot.
"And Mr. Wenren lives here."
Shu Guan couldn't help but gasped.
He naturally knew who this Mr. Wenren Zhu Ming was talking about.
Although he is a practitioner, it has been more than three years since he left Taoyuan Valley. Shanjingguan is not a truly secluded place from the world. What's more, Shuguan often reads newspapers when he has nothing to do. For Dahua Things in the Republic of China are not unfamiliar.
And that Mr. Wenren is the most famous, respected and admired literary figure in the Republic of China today. What is also known as his literary name is his pride. The articles he writes are all critical of current ills. The tip of his pen is as sharp as a knife, and every word is astonishing. He is known as a "fighter who fights with a pen."
Shu Guan has also read this famous gentleman's article in the newspaper, which really makes readers feel full and excited.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, I was actually standing next to the residence of this famous gentleman.
Then, Zhu Ming pointed to a small white building opposite and said with a smile:
"The person living in this house is Mr. Qian Jing'an."
So Shu Guan took another breath of cold air.
He also knew who Mr. Qian Jing'an was in Zhu Ming's mouth.
That was a leading figure in the history of the Republic of China.
When Shu Guan first arrived in Shanghai, he bought a set of "General History of Dahua" to understand the world he traveled to.
Well, that set of Huanhuan's masterpieces with millions of words was compiled by Mr. Qian Jing'an.
In other words, Shu Guan's first comprehensive understanding of the world came from the owner of the small white building opposite.
Then, Zhu Ming pointed to several other small buildings in the alley and reported the names of the owners of those small buildings.
The houses in this alley are basically independent two- or three-story buildings with different decorative styles, but without exception they all reveal a light sense of elegance.
As for the names Zhu Ming reported, Shu Guan also knew some of them, and although some didn't know, they vaguely seemed to have heard of that name.
"In the whole of Shencheng, no, it can be said that in the whole of Dahua, there is no other alley where so many big figures in the cultural world live like Duolun Lane."
Finally, Zhu Ming said proudly, as if this alley belonged to their home.
"You think I can sell such a house at will? No matter how rich some people are, I can't sell it to them."
"Then why did you sell it to me?"
Shu Guan couldn't help but asked curiously.
Zhu Ming's face quickly flashed with embarrassment again, and he said with a smile on his face:
"That's because I saw that you, Mr. Shu, were so majestic and you looked like you were no ordinary person, so I brought you, Mr. Shu, to see this house."
Shu Guan said oh and stepped into the small building.
Zhu Ming accompanied him first around the first floor, then went to the small courtyard to have a look, and asked casually:
"Mr. Shu, I wonder what kind of store you want to open here?"
"Fortune telling, Feng Shui."
Shu Guan smiled slightly.
"Huh?"
Zhu Ming and Xiaoli both looked at Shu Guan in surprise.
Because no matter how he dressed or looked, it was hard to tell that this young man was a fortune teller and feng shui master.
Shu Guan turned around and walked up to the second floor, and Zhu Ming quickly followed.
When he went upstairs, he found Shu Guan already standing in the small attic on the top of the building, looking up at the beams on the top of the attic.
The beams and pillars were covered with dust and there were many cobwebs.
But the ground is quite clean.
“No one has lived here for half a year, so it’s really a bit messy.”
"But if Mr. Shu is interested in buying this place, I can have someone come and clean it up."
Zhu Ming looked at Shu Guan's face and said, then rubbed his hands and said with a smile:
"I wonder what Mr. Shu thinks of this house? If you are really interested, I can give Mr. Shu a better price."
"How much?"
"Hey, Mr. Shu, you also know that for a house like this in this alley, people are trying to live in it. Even if they have money, they may not be able to buy it. So, although I, Lao Zhu, am willing to give you the biggest discount, Mr. Shu, But the price won’t be too cheap, let’s just say 10,000 silver dollars, Mr. Shu, what do you think?”
Zhu Ming's eyes flashed with a cunning light.
Behind him, his beautiful niece Xiaoli also showed a nervous look.
Shu Guan didn't know what the housing market was like in Shencheng, or whether the price Zhu Min offered him was fair.
In addition, he can also afford this ten thousand silver dollars.
Most of the huge sum of money he won in Yinle City was left to the villagers of Taoyuan Village and Zhang Yadan. When he left Jingcheng, he took more than ten thousand silver dollars in silver notes with him.
From Jingcheng to Shencheng, we walked all the way through the wilderness. Except for spending 1,100 silver dollars at Cuixiang Tower in Huancheng, we basically didn't spend much money.
So Shu Guan's remaining silver dollars were still enough to buy this small building, but after buying the small building, he didn't have much money left.
Moreover, should the province spend money?
So Shuguan is ready to cut the price.
He turned around, looked at Zhu Ming with a half-smile, and asked seriously:
"You just said that the owner of this house has moved out half a year ago?"
"good."
Zhu Ming nodded blankly, not understanding why Shu Guan asked again.
"Then, why did someone die in this building just a month ago, and he died in this attic!"
Shu Guan asked with a smile.
Zhu Ming's expression suddenly changed, and Xiaoli's pretty face behind him turned as white as snow.
"……how do you know?"
Zhu Ming looked at Shu Guan in disbelief and asked tremblingly as if he had seen a ghost.
"I told you, I can tell fortunes and read Feng Shui, and my calculations are quite accurate."
"Boss Zhu, if you need anything in the future, you can come to me and I can give you a very favorable price."
Shu Guan raised his head and looked at the little girl who secretly revealed half of her face on the beam, her face covered with blood, looking at them in horror, and said this.
…
In the end, this two-story building with an attic and a courtyard was sold for 5,000 silver dollars.
Shu Guan is very satisfied with this price.
But what satisfied him even more was this small building. Even if Zhu Ming refused to lower the price, he was actually prepared to buy this small building.
As for the fact that people had died in this small building, and there was even a ghost living in this small building, Shu Guan didn't care at all.
As for Zhu Ming, he also breathed a long sigh of relief after signing the house sales contract.
At least this house won't fall into my own hands.
Zhu Ming did not lie. The owner of this small building did move his family to Yanjing half a year ago. Since then, this small building has not been sold to anyone else.
But although Zhu Ming didn't lie, he concealed something.
First of all, the original owner of this small building entrusted him to sell it, but he had bought it from the original owner a long time ago and worked as a housekeeper for decades. Zhu Ming naturally knew how popular the houses in this alley were.
After buying the small building, Zhu Ming began to wait for the price. In the past six months, many people did come to him to buy the small building. However, Zhu Ming always felt that he could sell it at a higher price, so he kept selling the small building. Xiaolou covered it in his hands.
Until a month ago, a murder occurred in this small building.
The murder occurred in the attic of this small building. The deceased was a thirteen-year-old girl. As for the cause of death... it can only be described as horrific. Anyone who knows some details will be filled with indignation.
The identity of the little girl was quickly found out. She was the daughter of a well-off family living nearby. That night, she said she had an appointment with her classmates to go to the movies, and then she never came home.
But why the little girl died in this small building and who killed the little girl, the patrol bureau has been investigating for a month but has no clue. It is still an unsolved case.
For Zhu Ming, the most direct impact of this murder case is that the small building he has been covering up for so long can no longer be sold.
No matter how good the location is, who would buy a house where a murder had just occurred.
Moreover, this incident caused a big fuss in Shencheng and was widely circulated. It was even published in major newspapers in Shencheng. If the war had not happened later, I am afraid it would still be a topic of discussion among people in Shencheng.
Therefore, in the foreseeable future, it will be difficult to sell this small building again.
Unless...you meet a foreigner like Shu Guan who has just come to Shanghai.
But what Zhu Ming didn't expect was that Shu Guan could tell at once that someone had just died in the house, and his plan to make a huge profit suddenly came to nothing.
However, he was lucky to be able to get out of this small building for five thousand silver dollars.
After signing the house sales contract, Shu Guan paid five thousand silver dollars directly to Zhu Ming.
As for the transfer of property deeds, Zhu Ming's Yukang Dental Shop will handle it for you, so Shu Guan doesn't have to worry about it.
In addition, Shuguan also proposed that the small building be renovated and renovated. Zhu Ming also promised that he would introduce trustworthy workers to Shuguan and the price would be fair.
Because they needed to be renovated, they couldn't move into the small building yet, so Shu Guan and Han Biao found a hotel nearby to stay temporarily.
Naturally, the hotel here cannot compare with the high-end hotels in the concession, but it is still clean and tidy, and it is no problem to stay for more than ten days.
In the evening, Shuguan went out alone, weighed a few kilograms of fruit on the street, divided it into several bags, and walked leisurely back to Duolun Lane.
When he came to the small gray building where he lived in his new home, he knocked on the door while carrying some fruit.
Because his new home was about to be renovated, it would inevitably disturb the neighbors, so Shu Guan naturally wanted to apologize in advance for the gift.
In addition, he was also somewhat curious about these celebrities from the Republic of China whose names he had heard about for a long time.
After knocking on the door, Shu Guan stood quietly outside the door and waited.
He knew there was someone in the house because he could clearly hear the breathing of two people in the small gray building.
After waiting for about half a minute, the door of the gray building was opened.
The person who opened the door was a woman in her early thirties, with short ear-length hair. Her appearance was not that stunning, but her temperament was extremely gentle and elegant. It could even be said that Shu Guan had seen him since he traveled through time in this world. Among the women, one of the ones with the best temperament.
Through the crack in the open door, Shu Guan could still vaguely see a thin man wearing a long coat sitting at the table, hunched over his desk, writing something under the light in the room.
The woman who opened the door looked at Shu Guan in surprise.
Shuguan quickly introduced himself with a smile, and said that his new house might be renovated in the next few days. I apologize for any inconvenience, and then offered some fruits.
After hearing this, the woman congratulated Shuguan for a while. Her words were calm but sincere, and she said that we would all be neighbors from now on, so we might as well move around more, and if we didn't have dinner, we could have a light meal at her house now.
Shu Guan naturally politely said no.
So he and the woman who claimed to be surnamed Qi chatted for a few words outside the door, and after telling the other party that they would open a fortune-telling and fortune-telling restaurant here, they left.
The door closed behind him.
Shu Guan walked forward, but the conversation coming from the room behind him reached his ears without missing a beat.
"Qingjing, who came just now?"
A rather cold man's voice sounded.
"A new neighbor moved in. It was the same building where people died. Unexpectedly, someone was willing to buy it."
"What is he here for?"
"I said my new house needs to be renovated, and I was worried about disturbing the neighbors, so I brought some fruit and came to apologize first. He is a polite and attentive person. We just chatted for a few words, and he seems to be a very nice young man."
"Oh, do you know what it does?"
"They say they are fortune tellers and fortune tellers, and they plan to open a restaurant here."
"Nonsense. What I hate the most is these people who are making lies, fooling people's hearts, and using superstition to make money. They throw away the fruit he brought."
Shu Guan, who had already walked some distance, suddenly smiled bitterly.
I have forgotten that this famous gentleman is a complete materialist. What he hates most in his life is the strange power and chaos of gods, and he has written many articles to criticize these superstitious things.
Although, there are indeed "weird powers and chaotic gods" in this world.
It seems that I and this new neighbor will have some difficulty getting along in the future. I just hope that Mr. Wenren will not come to the door to point at me and scold me.
With this in mind, Shu Guan came to the small white building opposite his own door and knocked on the door again.
This time the door opened quickly. The person who opened the door was an elegant old man with gray hair who looked to be in his early seventies, but he seemed to be in good spirits.
"Who are you……"
The elegant old man looked at him doubtfully.
Shuguan quickly introduced himself again, explained his purpose of coming, and offered the fruits he brought.
After the elegant old man heard about Shu Guan's identity, he did not show disdain. Instead, he asked with great interest:
"Then which class are you studying, Liu Yao, Qi Men, Plum Blossoms or Ziwei Dou Shu? Come on, I'm Qian Jing'an, Mr. Shu, why don't you come in and sit down and let me ask you for advice."
"Walking horse."
Shu Guan answered honestly.
The elegant old man's expression suddenly became a little bad, and he didn't ask him to come in. He just said a few perfunctory words to Shu Guan, and then closed the door.
There was also a murmur from behind the door.
"...There is no such thing as a charlatan. I have read so many ancient books in my life and have never seen it before. It seems like he is just a charlatan..."
Shu Guan outside the door smiled bitterly again. It seemed that he had offended a neighbor again.
Then Shuguan gave the remaining bags of fruit to the owners of several nearby buildings.
But when they heard that Shu Guan was a fortune teller and feng shui expert, the expressions on the faces of the neighbors became very strange.
This made Shu Guan understand that he might not be treated well by these neighbors in the future.
After delivering the fruits, Shu Guan looked up at the sky.
It was already dark.
So he walked towards his small building with his hands behind his hands.
After meeting the neighbors, it’s time to meet the “ghost” of one’s own family.
Mr. Wenren didn’t refer to anyone in particular. He could only say that it was a combination of some literati from the Republic of China.
Also, please vote again. This month, I really want the monthly ticket to exceed 1,000.
(End of chapter)
