beauty hunter

Chapter 586 Ghost Record (1 update)

Chapter 586 Ghost Record (1 update)

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

What's wrong with this kid? Didn't he ask himself to call? Why did he cut it off?

After a while, Wen Yan's v8 rang again, and he answered the phone: "I warn you that if you dare to scold my mother, you don't have to talk about anything!"

Song Rong on the other end was stunned for a moment before angrily saying, "What do you want!"

Wen Yan calmly said: "Simple, I just need to make a deal with you with this kid."

Song Rong gritted his teeth and said, "I didn't expect you to use such despicable means to take your life experience!"

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

Song Rong couldn't help but be stunned again and subconsciously said: "Then you want...oh! You want me to unlock the lock of meditation for you!"

You should know that Wen Yan’s biggest problem now is that he has no self-protection ability, so he has to rely on him Song Rong. However, if the limitation of the Jingxin Lock is lifted, with his ability to fight against the four top masters of the Wen family alone, he will definitely not lose.

Anyone's intelligence naturally doesn't have to rely on anyone. Moreover, after regaining his skills, he can rely on his own skills to seize information about his life experience from Song Rong, so "releasing the lock of meditation" is Wen Yan's most urgent need at present

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Wen Yan couldn't help but secretly praised the old man's intelligence. The other party did see through what he wanted most, but he only said lightly: "I only put forward the trading conditions that I could do, even if I let you unlock the lock of meditation.

, Are you willing? So what I want to propose is another condition."

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

"Didn't you say you should make the secretary of the Academy of Collection?" Wen Yan said word by word, "I want you to copy all the books in the Academy of Collection for me!"

"What!" Song Rong screamed in dismay, his voice so loud that he almost knocked off the phone in Wen Yan's hand. "Do you know how many books it is!"

"How many?" Wen Yan said calmly.

"Seven thousand one hundred and seventy-nine copies!" Song Rong said angrily, "I want to write them all out. How can I do it without ten or eight years!"

"So many? Are you bragging?" Wen Yan couldn't help but be surprised, "It's impossible for anyone to record all of these books!"

"Just!" Song Rong became even more popular than before, "Do you dare to question my memory? Do you know how much time I spent in that yard? Thirty years!"

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

"I think beautifully!" Song Rong answered without hesitation, "I will agree to you if I have a brain disease!"

"Okay, since that's the case, I'll give you another condition." Wen Yan said lightly, "Relieve my meditation lock, or write them out, you can choose. Of course, if you don't choose, then you'll be ready to wait for Yue Qunfeng's body to be sent to you.

Round Sect Gymnasium.”

"Okay, you gentle words! I've been talking for a long time and it turns out that the real purpose is here!" Song Rong suddenly woke up, "Haha, I really underestimated you. Unlock it? Impossible!"

"Do you want to copy it or Yue Qunfeng's body?" Wen Yan asked.

“…”

There was no sound on the other end.

After a while, he bit his back teeth and said, "You are cruel! OK, I promise to copy it! How to trade it? You can't wait ten or eight years to finish writing before trading it?"

Wen Yan said as if nothing happened: "I'll contact you later." He hung up the phone directly.

When the other party thought he had seen through his plan, it was when he was planning, and it was hard for Song Rong to imagine that his real purpose was actually to ask the other party to copy the books from the Collection Academy.

However, with Song Rong's intelligence, you should be able to think about what his purpose was to do this soon, but that doesn't matter. Song Rong can know one thing, but may not be able to know the second. This trick of the Tibetan Academy will become him

The key to solving these series of problems in front of you.

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Wen Yan returned to Tongzi Lane by car, but Wen Yan did not go back to the hiding place of the Burial Society, but went to the house he was going to buy. He Zhongyi had just called him and said he wanted to report what he had asked the agent to investigate before.

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

Wen Yan asked him to check how many people on this street want to sell houses and how much money can I buy them. At this time, seeing this guy's expression, both eyes were dark, and he couldn't help but say, "Don't tell me you."

I've been doing this all night."

He Zhongyi said embarrassedly: "I hate the feeling left by work the most, so there are problems that can be solved in one breath and will not rest until they are solved."

Wen Yan couldn't help but secretly praised his work attitude and asked, "What's the result?"

He Zhongyi opened the briefcase he brought, took out a folder from it, and handed it to him: "This is the household head that can be contacted in the entire Tongzi Lane. There are actual investigation records of 71 household heads, including interviews.

There are also phone calls. Among them, there are about forty households who have clearly stated their intentions for sale. Although the remaining thirty-one households have not made it clear, I can see that as long as they are given enough persuasion, they can definitely convince them to sell. In addition,

Some of them either went abroad or went abroad, so they couldn't contact us for the time being."

Wen Yan asked while flipping through the folder in his hand: "Where is the price?"

He Zhongyi said: "The top half of the penultimate page is the price of all houses sold on the list, but this is just the price, which can actually be lower. The lower half is the approximate price of the owner of the household who is interested in selling, and then the next one

The page is the average housing price of the entire street that I personally analyzed.”

Wen Yan didn't feel any of these data and frowned and said, "To put it simply."

He Zhongyi said seriously: "On average, each building is three million."

Wen Yan praised: "This is what I want to know. If I entrust you with all my power to do this, are you sure that you can help me with this street?"

He Zhongyi was shocked and said, "Mr. Wen..."

Wen Yan shouted: "Tell me directly 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 three million for each house. Your reward is the difference between these three million and the actual purchase price. It depends on how much you can earn from this transaction!"

He Zhongyi was stunned for a while and hesitated: "Mr. Wen, you mean, if I could reduce the average price to 2.5 million..."

Wen Yan smiled and said, "Then you can earn 500,000 yuan per house. Of course, I have to remind you that some of the 500,000 miles are the handling fees involved in the transaction."

He Zhongyi looked at him dumbfoundedly, unable to say a word.

Even except for the handling fee, it is still a considerable amount! Under normal circumstances, he may not be able to earn so much in this house in a year!

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

Wen Yan reached out and shook his hand in front of him: "Hey? Are you doing it?"

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

What a person lacks the most is not talent, but appropriate opportunities, and this is the opportunity he has been waiting for!

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

He Zhongyi was influenced by his movements and couldn't help but turn his head and look. He was about to say "What are you looking at?" Suddenly his whole body became stiff, as if he was in an absolute zero space in an instant, and his blood was frozen.

This courtyard house was deserted for half a year and had long lost popularity. All rooms were locked. Logically, there would be no one, but at this time, in the window of the house less than five meters away from them, there was a faint picture.

The human face is in sight!

It was an old style window lattice style, with relatively small glass area and a semi-permeable glass pattern. The human face stopped silently in the window, and the facial features were hard to see clearly, and only the blood was gone, so white

Just like a dead person!

Wen Yan turned around and said as if nothing had happened: "This matter is settled. Call me if you have something to do."

He Zhongyi pointed to the window with a trembling voice: "Mr. Wen...Mr. Wen, have you seen it?"

Wen Yan said in surprise: "What did you see?"

He Zhongyi was stunned and turned to look at him: "There is a face on that window."

Wen Yan couldn't help but smile: "You're so dazzled? How can you be so handsome? I think you've heard so many legends about this place, and you have an illusion."

He Zhongyi said anxiously: "How is that possible! Look... Huh?" When he turned around and looked, the window was empty and had no face at all!

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

He Zhongyi was shocked, turned his head suddenly and changed his expression: "This is impossible! I have checked all the houses here and have been locked!"

Wen Yan turned around and looked.

The door was kept at a point where it was open at the first line, and it was extremely dark inside, making it difficult to see what was clearly there.

He Zhongyi said with no expression on his face: "Mr. Wen...Mr. Wen, let's leave first..."

Wen Yan withdrew his gaze and nodded, "Okay."

The two of them were about to leave when a light sound came from the gate of the courtyard.

Ka!

He Zhongyi was like a frightened bird, trembling all over and said in a lost voice: "The door was locked!" When they came in, they just closed the door, but now there is no wind, how did this door lock?

Is there really a ghost?

Wen Yan walked over quickly and opened the door directly. When he looked outside, there was no figure.

He Zhongyi, who had followed the past, could no longer speak, and his whole face was completely petrified.

There is no way to cover this street. If someone pulls the door from outside and closes it, it will be impossible for people to hide in these few seconds.

Wen Yan turned his head and looked at the yard. A hint of undetectable smile flashed across the corner of his lips, and said, "Maybe it was the wind blowing, let's go."

A few minutes later, Wen Yan returned to the courtyard used by the Burial Club.

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

The ghost story is indeed well-deserved!

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

Xiao Su rushed out of the room with a quick step, raised the gun with a silencer in her hand and pointed to the roof of a house on the left side of the courtyard.

The alarm ringtone disappeared.

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

Xiao Su said in a deep voice: "Someone flipped in from there, which touched my pre-arranged warning measures, but now he has left."

Wen Yan said slowly: "Are you sure you are a 'human'?"

Xiao Su glanced at him: "What Vancou means is the 'ghost' who has been in this alley for a long time?"