He was exiled to Dongguan and shot by two young women with promiscuous sexual harassment.

Yang Jiulang followed the little girl for five minutes until they arrived at a pitifully small shop.

The sign above the door reads "AnDing Real Estate," and there are a few listings on the glass door. Inside, there are only three or four tables and a few dusty computers.

A man in his thirties was sitting behind a table scrolling through his phone. Behind him were two other men in cheap suits, their heads buried in their computers, seemingly watching videos or working.

The man looked up and saw the girl leading a man in. He then sized up Yang Jiulang.

Yang Jiulang was dressed very casually today.

He wore an unidentified light-colored T-shirt under a jacket, faded jeans, and old sneakers; his entire outfit cost no more than 800 yuan.

With his clean-cut, handsome, and youthful face, he didn't look like someone who could afford a villa at all.

"Xiaofang, what are you doing?" the man asked in an unfriendly tone.

"Manager Wang, this gentleman is interested in the Mid-Levels Residence. I'll take him to see that duplex."

This girl's name is Xiao Fang. There's a girl in the village named Xiao Fang.

Manager Wang glanced at Yang Jiulang again, then snorted, "Interested? Sir, villas aren't bought based on interest. I think you're more interested in our Xiaofang, just trying to get a free look at the house?"

The two men behind them let out lewd laughter.

Yang Jiulang, too lazy to argue with them, turned to Xiaofang and asked, "Miss, may we go look at the apartment now?"

Xiaofang blushed and said, "Um, wait a moment, I'll get the car keys."

"I can't go," the manager said, getting impatient as Yang Jiulang completely ignored him. He jumped up abruptly. "A six-million-dollar house? Can you afford it? Our store is small; we don't have time to waste with you. Xiaofang, have you finished your order assignments for today? Do you still have time to waste here?"

Xiao Fang stood there, her face flushed red. She looked at Yang Jiulang, then at Manager Wang, her lips moving but she couldn't speak.

Yang Jiulang stared at her, not intending to help her out of the predicament; he left the pressure and the choice to her.

That's how the adult world is; the turning point in life lies in a choice or perseverance at a crucial moment.

Xiaofang's eyes were already brimming with tears, but she stubbornly held them back. She was still clutching the stack of flyers in her hand, her knuckles white from gripping them so tightly.

"Manager Wang," Xiaofang said calmly, "I promised. I'll take my brother to see the house first, and then I'll start distributing flyers. I'll definitely finish distributing them today."

"Damn it!" Manager Wang threw his phone on the table and cursed.

Yang Jiulang breathed a sigh of relief for Xiao Fang. This girl, at the crucial moment, was not afraid of power and held true to her principles.

The small electric car climbed up the winding mountain road.

Xiao Fang wasn't riding very steadily, so Yang Jiulang, sitting on the back, didn't dare to hold her. He gripped the edge of the seat with both hands, his long legs dangling in the air, ready to be used as a support bar at any time.

Perhaps feeling that silence was disrespectful to the customer, Xiaofang took the initiative to start a conversation.

"Brother, what's your surname? Oh~" The electric scooter swerved and almost drove into a ditch.

"Yang," Yang Jiulang straightened his back tightly, "Well, Xiaofang, don't say anything, just drive carefully."

"Okay, I'm sorry."

Fortunately, we arrived at the villa in just a few minutes.

It was a standard duplex villa, three stories high, divided in two by two houses, with the lawn separated by a simple fence, creating an absolutely symmetrical layout.

"Brother Yang, this is the one on the right," Xiao Fang said after parking her car.

Yang Jiulang smiled. He knew even if she didn't say it, because the house on the left was bright and clean, with a neatly trimmed lawn, which clearly indicated that someone lived there.

The house on the right has weeds that are knee-deep in the yard, the water feature fountain has long since dried up, and the bottom of the pool is covered with a layer of black rainwater.

But the house itself is indeed quite nice. It has beige stone cladding, a dark gray pitched roof, and large floor-to-ceiling windows.

Xiao Fang opened the courtyard gate and led Yang Jiulang into the weeds.

"Brother Yang, these weeds are easy to deal with, and the exterior walls are fine. It's the interior that's a bit of a problem. The homeowner renovated it several years ago but has never lived there, so many things are probably spoiled. It needs a complete overhaul."

Yang Jiulang glanced at Xiao Fang, thinking to himself, "Girl, could you be any more honest?"

So I asked, "Xiaofang, how long have you been doing this?"

Xiao Fang was taken aback, her face flushed slightly, and she lowered her head: "Brother Yang, I've only been doing this for a little over a month."

Have you ever closed a deal?

Xiao Fang looked up: "Not yet."

Yang Jiulang chuckled: "Alright, let's go inside and take a look."

"Hmm," Xiaofang followed behind, "Brother Yang, did I say something wrong? If I said anything wrong, please tell me directly."

"Brother Yang, if you have any questions, just ask me."

"Brother Yang, watch out for those weeds under your feet, those leaves have thorns."

"Brother Yang..."

Just as Xiaofang was rambling on...

"Bang!"

The door to the villa next door was suddenly kicked open.

A girl stumbled out.

She was wearing a white cotton nightgown, barefoot, and her long hair was disheveled and draped over her face.

He was about seventeen or eighteen years old, extremely thin, with shoulders and neck so slender they looked as if they would break at any moment, a narrow waist, and long but thin limbs. He looked light and frail, like a white peony that had been softened by wind and rain, weak and vulnerable.

She, however, possessed an absolutely stunning appearance.

Her skin was a cool-toned porcelain white, so delicate it was flawless, almost transparent, with an air of illness that seemed to have lingered for a long time. Her eyebrows were long, thin, and softly curved, naturally flowing and naturally beautiful without any makeup; her nose was straight and delicate with soft lines and a small, exquisite tip; her lips were full and her chin was pointed.

What is most shocking are those big eyes, with dark and clear pupils, but instead of being affectionate and tender, they are empty and uncertain, as if covered by a thin mist, impossible to see into or to settle into. They are just blank and stagnant. They are obviously very lively eyes, but they have no emotion at all, only a clean and desolate emptiness.

"MoMo, stop right there!"

A middle-aged woman in a Xiangyun yarn suit chased after them, clutching a soft rope in her hand.

She was around forty years old. Although she was old (not really), one could still see the stunning beauty she had in her youth. She was plump and dignified, with straight shoulders and a noble air.

Her features were exactly like that of the young woman—the same eyebrows, the same nose—only now they bore the marks of time and fine lines around her eyes, giving her a more mature charm. But deep weariness and pain were hidden in those beautiful eyes.

The girl named Momo didn't stop.

She ran barefoot across the gravel, across the lawn, and towards the osmanthus tree, as thick as a bowl, by the fence, without stopping.

Yang Jiulang suddenly had a very bad feeling and stared intently at the girl.

really.

"No~"

Then came a desperate scream from the woman behind.

The girl ran straight into the osmanthus tree.