This Taoist priest is so unprofessional!

The name "Qiankun Agency" sounds incredibly powerful.

The reality is that the two founders are being scrutinized repeatedly by a real estate agent, whose hair is gleaming with hairspray, with the same look he gives a poor relative from the countryside.

"Are you two looking to rent a place?"

The agent's gaze lingered on Zhang Chen's faded Taoist robe for three seconds, then swept over Wang Xiaoer's sneakers still stained with mud, and he curled his lip slightly.

"We want to rent a place that can be used for both living and working," Zhang Chen said bluntly.

"Oh, it's a mixed-use commercial and residential property." The agent nodded, took out a booklet from the drawer, and tapped it on the page with his fingers.

"What's your budget?"

"Let's take a look at the rooms first, anything that suits our tastes is fine." Zhang Chen didn't want to reveal his true intentions.

The agent's contempt deepened, and he casually turned to a page.

"There's a newly opened apartment in the south of the city. It's fully furnished and ready to move in. The subway is right downstairs. It costs 12,000 yuan a month."

He didn't look at the two of them at all when he spoke; it was as if he was reciting a text.

Wang Xiaoer's heart skipped a beat. Twelve thousand! This price startled him. With prices like these, the twelve thousand he had was nothing at all.

Zhang Chen merely leaned over to glance at the photo and shook his head.

"No way, this building faces a main road, and the streetlights are like searchlights at night. If we live here, we won't be able to make any money, and we won't even be able to sleep well."

The agent chuckled softly, looked up at Zhang Chen, and then turned to another page.

"Then this one, in the old town, is large and quiet, only eight thousand."

Zhang Chen glanced at it again.

"That won't work either. Look how bizarre this floor plan is. The bathroom is right in the center of the house, a place of filth that will ruin your wealth and health."

The agent's expression began to show signs of impatience.

"Master, are you here to rent a room, or to have your feng shui assessed?"

"Nonsense, of course I'll rent a place, but looking at the feng shui is also to help me find a better place to rent." Zhang Chen said with a serious face.

The agent snapped the booklet shut and took a bunch of keys from the hook.

"Alright, don't you like feng shui? I happen to have a few houses to acquire this afternoon, so I'll take you to see them all!"

His expression, which seemed to say, "Let's see what faults you can find," was completely undisguised.

Then, he took another key from the ones he had just taken and tossed it to Zhang Chen.

"Shouldn't a Taoist priest be able to ride a bicycle?"

After running around all afternoon, Wang Xiaoer's legs were practically smoking, and he had completely lost interest in looking at houses.

The only thing he wanted to know now was whether Zhang Chen, that bastard, really couldn't ride a bike or was just trying to fool him to be lazy.

As for the apartments recommended by real estate agents, they were all terrible. Either the top floor was so hot from the west that it was like a steamer, or the first floor was so dark and damp that mushrooms could grow there.

The most outrageous one was in an old, dilapidated building. As soon as they walked in, not only Zhang Chen, but even Wang Xiaoer unconsciously frowned.

"Has someone died here?"

Zhang Chen, however, made no attempt to hide his true intentions and went straight to the point.

The agent's face instantly turned green, and he stubbornly retorted, "What nonsense are you talking about! The landlord said the tenant went on a long trip and that's why they checked out!"

"Going on a long trip? Like, the kind where you go to report to the underworld?" Zhang Chen scoffed. "The yin energy in this room is so dense and stagnant, the corners are even blackened. Do you think I'm blind?"

After saying that, he grabbed Wang Xiaoer and turned to leave.

The agent cursed angrily from behind, but was too lazy to follow any further.

As evening falls, the city lights begin to twinkle.

The two sat wearily on the curb, each holding a boxed lunch.

The flow of traffic, carrying hot air, brings the unique hustle and bustle of the city.

Wang Xiaoer finished his rice in a few bites and stood up to throw away the lunchbox.

He had just stood up when he stepped on something, stumbled, and fell forward uncontrollably.

"Holy crap!"

He bumped into a man who was talking on the phone with his back to them.

"Whoosh!"

The phone slipped from the man's hand, tracing a perfect parabola in the air.

Just then, a food delivery scooter drove by.

The cyclist seemed to sense something; without turning his head, he reflexively reached out his hand.

The phone landed perfectly in the deliveryman's palm.

The young man even turned around and shouted.

"Dude, your phone!"

The entire process was smooth and seamless.

Not to mention the man who was hit and Wang Xiaoer, even the delivery guy himself was stunned.

The air was silent for two seconds.

The man who was hit didn't get angry; he slowly turned around, walked over, and retrieved his phone.

"Wow, that's awesome, bro! Are you channeling Spider-Man? Thanks!"

The delivery guy was in a hurry to deliver the food, so he chuckled and quickly rode away on his electric scooter.

Wang Xiaoer, the instigator, was naturally a little embarrassed and was about to apologize when he saw the man who had been bumped walk over with his eyes shining.

He glanced at Wang Xiaoer and Zhang Chen, then at the empty lunchboxes at their feet, as if he had discovered a new continent.

The man was wearing the same real estate agent's suit, but his tie was askew, his hair was a bit messy, and his face was full of exhaustion and worry, but at this moment he had a strange, intriguing smile on his face.

"Gentlemen, are you looking to rent a house?"

Zhang Chen raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything.

The man, as if grasping at a lifeline, quickly took out a cigarette and offered it to her with a broad smile.

"My name is Li Da, and I'm a real estate agent. To be honest, I'm having a tough time finding a place to rent. My boss has given me a death sentence: if I don't find a place to rent this week, I'm out of a job."

He lowered his voice and spoke mysteriously.

"You'll absolutely love this apartment I have here! It's spacious and bright, and most importantly, the rent is unbelievably cheap!"

Wang Xiaoer was somewhat tempted.

"How cheap?"

Li Da held up three fingers.

"Three thousand a month!"

After an afternoon of running around, Wang Xiaoer had a general understanding of the housing prices here. In this city center where land is extremely valuable, a large house that can be used for both office and living costs three thousand a month.

Wang Xiaoer's first reaction was, "This guy is probably a fraud, right?"

Zhang Chen, however, became interested.

"Such a good thing, is there something to say about it?"

Li Da's face fell, and he sighed.

"Well, to be honest, that place... is a bit eerie."

"Is it a haunted house?"

"No, that's not it."

Li Da shook his head and began to describe it vividly.

"The previous tenants all had terrible luck. The first one owned a company, which went bankrupt in six months, and the owner jumped off a building. The second one was a social media influencer, who was just starting to gain popularity when his scandals were exposed, and he was completely ruined. The third one was even worse; he was in finance, and within two months he was in jail, he had lost everything and was now in a mental hospital."

He described it so vividly, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

"This house is now famous in our circle, and no one dares to take it over. The landlord had no choice but to lower the price to this level."

He looked at Zhang Chen's Taoist robe and asked tentatively.

"I can tell you're no ordinary person, brother. How about... you go take a look? Just do me a favor, even if it doesn't work out!"

Zhang Chen's lips curled up slightly.

"lead the way."