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"You're a rip-off! You're just trying to scam people! I'm going to report you!"

Sun Yumei stood in the center of the lobby of the "Jinxiu Garden" sales office in Qinghe County, pointing at the nose of a young girl with exquisite makeup behind the sales counter, her voice so loud that the whole floor shook.

The story begins from the beginning.

After being swindled out of eight million yuan, Sun Yumei reported the case to the police station.

The police were very responsible in taking statements, reviewing surveillance footage, and checking bank statements.

The conclusion is that Wang Lihua used a false name, a false ID card, and false company registration information. The bank cards ultimately led to multiple accounts in three different provinces, and the funds had already been withdrawn in a dispersed manner.

The case has been filed, and people are pursuing it.

But when they'll be able to win her over is anyone's guess.

Eight million is most likely a waste of money.

Sun Yumei was so angry that she stayed in her rented room for three days.

Yes, a rental apartment.

She and Jiang Jianmin rented a two-bedroom apartment in a village in the county town for 1,500 yuan a month. The walls were moldy, the faucets leaked, and next door lived a retired old man who got up at five o'clock every morning to practice the erhu.

It's not that we can't afford nice places.

After being swindled out of eight million yuan, Sun Yumei finally started to feel the pinch.

But living in this kind of place isn't a solution. Jiang Wei isn't around, and Jiang Jianmin is a quiet, reserved person, so she wants to buy a decent house to settle down.

So today, she went to the sales office of "Jinxiu Garden".

Jinxiu Garden is a mid-range residential complex in Qinghe County. It's not expensive; a three-bedroom, one-living-room apartment costs around 1.2 million yuan.

With Sun Yumei's current financial situation, buying one apartment is more than enough.

But when she walked into the sales office, sat down, and asked about the price, she was completely dumbfounded.

"Madam, the current average price for this apartment type is 13,800 yuan per square meter. It has three bedrooms and one living room, totaling 105 square meters, with a total price of 1,449,000 yuan."

"How much did you say?"

"One million four hundred and forty-nine thousand".

"Wasn't it only 11,000 last month? It's gone up by 20%?"

The saleswoman smiled politely.

"As for the market situation, several villages around the county seat have been developing rapidly recently, which has driven up housing prices in the entire area. Especially in the direction of Jiangjia Village—"

Upon hearing the words "Jiangjia Village," Sun Yumei's blood pressure spiked to 180.

Did Jiangjia Village drive up housing prices?

The dilapidated village where she lived most of her life and which she left voluntarily has now actually driven up housing prices in the county town.

"Thirteen thousand eight? Are you robbing me?" Sun Yumei raised her voice.

The saleswoman's smile froze for a moment.

"Madam, this is the market price, not what we set—"

"Bullshit! Last month it was 11,000, this month it's 13,800. Isn't this price gouging?"

Several customers who were looking at the model nearby turned around to see what was going on.

The sales manager walked out of the office; he was a man in his thirties, wearing glasses and with a professional smile on his face.

"Ma'am, all our prices are registered and posted on the wall over there. If you don't find them suitable, you can look at other properties."

He paused, then added a sentence.

"If you can't afford it, there's nothing we can do."

The words "can't afford it" are true.

The last time I heard those three words was at Imperial Bay. Back then, Liu Cuifen showed off her black card, instantly proving her mistake.

Now it was Sun Yumei's turn to hear those three words.

And this time, she didn't have the confidence to refute it.

Because she was genuinely distressed about the extra 200,000 yuan.

But despite feeling sorry for her, the words "can't afford it" struck her most sensitive nerve like a red-hot iron skewer.

Sun Yumei's eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on her neck were bulging.

She turned and glanced at the glass ashtray on the counter—it was thick and heavy.

He grabbed it and smashed it down hard on the exquisite sand table model in the center of the hall.

"Splash—!"

The miniature model of the building labeled "Jinxiu Garden - King of Buildings" on the sand table was smashed to pieces.

Debris flew everywhere, with several pieces bouncing to the feet of a couple who were looking at apartments nearby. The woman screamed, and the man pulled her back two steps.

The sales manager's face instantly turned ashen.

"Call the police! Call security!"

Four security guards in black uniforms rushed out from the side door.

Sun Yumei continued to curse, but two security guards grabbed her arms from both sides and dragged her out.

"Let me go! You bunch of heartless dogs! You've ripped off ordinary people! I'm going to file a complaint against you! I'm going to report you to the city government!"

Sun Yumei, with her hair disheveled, stomped her feet on the smooth marble floor, making a harsh scraping sound.

One of her high heels was kicked off first, and then the other one fell off as well.

The security guards carried her to the entrance of the sales office and placed her directly on the sidewalk below the steps.

"Madam, please calm down. We have already called the police. You can just wait here."

Sun Yumei sat on the cold ground, her hair disheveled into a tangled mess. The madness from before had passed, replaced by a chill that surged up from her very bones.

She messed up.

This has blown up.

Just as she was sitting on the ground catching her breath, a van with the words "Qinghe County TV Station · People's Livelihood Express" printed on it happened to pass by the sales office.

The reporter in the car was just passing by, but then he saw a disheveled woman sitting at the entrance of the sales office, four security guards surrounding her, and broken glass inside...

Professional instincts got the better of me.

The bread truck pulled over.

A young man carrying a camera jumped off the car, pointing the lens directly at Sun Yumei.

"Excuse me, ma'am, what happened?"

When Sun Yumei saw the camera, she opened her mouth as if to cry.

The sales manager next to her got there a step ahead of her.

"Reporter, this lady came in and started smashing things. Our model is worth 150,000 yuan. We have already called the police."

The reporter's camera panned back and forth between Sun Yumei and the shattered sand table.

The police cars arrived quickly.

Two police officers got out of the car to take statements and reviewed the surveillance footage.

Sun Yumei vandalized other people's property; the evidence is irrefutable.

That afternoon, the Qinghe County Public Security Bureau issued an administrative penalty decision.

He was sentenced to 15 days of administrative detention.

Compensation for the damage to the sand table and the impact on business operations, totaling 120,000 yuan.

It was 7:30 p.m. that evening.

Qinghe County TV Station, People's Livelihood Channel.

"Hello everyone, welcome to 'People's Livelihood Express.' Today we're focusing on a vandalism incident that occurred at a real estate sales office—"

The entire process of Sun Yumei being dragged away by two security guards was shown on screen from beginning to end.

They even showed a slow-motion replay of her high heels flying off.

Jiangjia Village Canteen.

At dinner time, the canteen was full of villagers eating.

The TV in the corner of the hall was tuned to the Qinghe County channel.

Fang Cui was carrying a plate of stir-fried vegetables when she passed under the television. Her eyes caught sight of the screen, and she paused.

She put the plate on the table, wiped her hands, and leaned closer to look.

Then I laughed.

"Hey everyone, look! Who's this?"

Dozens of heads in the cafeteria turned to the television in unison.

The scene where Sun Yumei is being carried out by security guards is set right at the climax—the moment her high heels fly off.

Hu Lahua picked at the noodles in her bowl without even looking up.

Who is it?

"Second Aunt!" Fang Cui pointed at the screen. "She's doing quite well in the city; she's even on TV."

The cafeteria was silent for a second.

Then a burst of laughter erupted.

Jiang Mancang kept eating his rice with his head down. Hearing the laughter, he raised his head, glanced at the TV, and then lowered his head to continue eating.

Finally, he mumbled a single word.

"Should."

Many people laughed today, but there was one person who couldn't laugh.

Jiang Jianguo.

He wasn't in the cafeteria, but the news spread like wildfire.

Something happened to my second brother's family. His wife has been detained.

That evening, Jiang Jianmin called his cell phone.

Jiang Jianmin's voice trembled on the phone.

"Big brother...you have to help me..."