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

Regarding the strange teeth marks on his collarbone, Yang Jiulang had no choice but to blame it on Lee Hyori's boss, Even.

Zhou Wanqiu didn't believe Yang Jiulang, that liar, so she asked Li Xiaoli to tell the details.

Lee Hyori blushed and whispered, "I wasn't with him. It was just this morning when my older brother accompanied me to work overtime. He received a message and left. A very long time later, even my boss came back alone. I think my older brother was bitten during that time."

Lee Hyori felt increasingly depressed. It wasn't because her boss had slept with her man, but because she had never been so harsh on her own man, while her seemingly kind boss had gone so far as to act so recklessly. Judging from this, how intense must the battle have been!

"Sigh~" Lee Hyori sighed softly.

Zhou Wanqiu pointed at Yang Jiulang's nose: "Well done, Yang Jiulang, you've really made something of yourself. You have so much food at home, isn't that enough for you? You've gone out to hunt for other things, haven't you? Tell me, where did you find it? Did you bring Eva home with you?"

Yang Jiulang quickly shook his head in denial: "No, no, absolutely not."

"Where is that?"

Yang Jiulang thought for a moment and said in a low voice, "In the car, in her car, her SUV, the back seat is quite spacious."

Hou Qinqin let out a scream and pounced on Yang Jiulang, yelling, "You stinky husband! I wasn't even in the car, and she made the first move..."

Yang Jiulang was speechless. In a moment of quick thinking, he covered his wound and cried out in pain.

The three women then calmed down.

Lee Hyori said with heartache, "Never mind, let your brother sleep. Or, I'll sleep with him tonight to take care of him."

"You wish!" Hou Qinqin scrambled to her feet and pushed her two older sisters toward the door. "Go, go, all of you go. We'll settle our own business behind closed doors."

She pushed the two of them out, slammed the door shut, turned around, and pouted angrily: "Honey, tell me quickly, tell me you won't do it again next time."

Yang Jiulang lay on the bed, looking at Hou Qinqin, who was standing with her hands on her hips like a small cannon and with her body like a firecracker, and said, word by word, "She's gone against the Heavenly Gang. If you don't discipline her for three days, she'll be climbing on the roof and tearing off the tiles."

Suddenly, he sat up and pressed himself back down on the bed.

"Huh?" Hou Qinqin panicked immediately, asking in a trembling voice, "Husband, what are you doing?"

In the living room, the two older sisters, who hadn't even had a chance to put on their headphones yet, suddenly froze.

"Sister," Lee Hyori asked worriedly, "Won't something bad happen?"

"Let me listen again," Zhou Wanqiu said, unsure of what to do.

Fortunately, Hou Qinqin's even breathing could be heard coming from the bedroom.

The two women breathed a sigh of relief and put on their headphones.

The next morning, Yang Jiulang got up feeling refreshed.

Hou Qinqin limped out, and Zhou Wanqiu and Li Xiaoli exchanged a glance, both suppressing their laughter.

After the four of them finished breakfast at Auntie's breakfast stall, Zhou Wanqiu and Hou Qinqin took the bus to the city to learn nail art and look for jobs.

Yang Jiulang made up a lie, saying he needed to pick up his driving test results and asked Li Xiaoli to go to the construction site first, and also ask for half a day off for him.

Then I went straight to that real estate agency.

Xiao Fang was already waiting at the door.

She wore a slightly better-fitting suit today, and her hair was tied up, making her look much more energetic. However, she had dark circles under her eyes, indicating that she hadn't slept well last night.

She was busy until late last night organizing contracts and negotiating with the Hong Kong guy.

I was so excited at night that I couldn't sleep, and I tossed and turned in bed until the early hours of the morning.

After all, this was her first deal, and a big one at that.

In the morning, I didn't waste a second and arrived at the store early, eagerly waiting at the door.

The state was like a young married woman anxiously waiting for her lover, afraid he wouldn't come, yet also afraid he would do something inappropriate.

During this period, Manager Wang made many sarcastic remarks.

"Don't wait any longer, does that guy look like someone who can afford a villa?"

"He's just playing you, making you take him for a walk for free."

"If he comes back, I'll eat that villa up, you believe me?"

Xiaofang became increasingly uneasy, and her excited heart sank lower and lower, gradually deflated like a punctured balloon.

Suddenly, a tall and slender figure walked towards them from afar. He walked with his hands in his pockets, his clothes fluttering slightly in the autumn wind.

Its striking appearance amidst the falling autumn leaves is like a painting.

Liu Feifang's eyes lit up, and she smiled happily, waving her hand quickly: "Brother Yang."

"My anxious heart finally settled down a little."

【Ding! 】

A sweet, coquettish voice rang out.

[Liu Feifang's favorability +10, current: 40]

"Wow, just a brief appearance and the other person's favorability increased by ten? Am I that handsome?" Yang Jiulang thought smugly, unaware of Xiao Fang's inner turmoil.

He walked over, casually tossing his head: "Have you been waiting long?"

"Not long ago, I just arrived too, Brother Yang, please come in," Xiao Fang said quickly.

The two entered the shop, where Manager Wang was sitting behind his desk with his legs crossed, drinking tea.

Upon seeing Yang Jiulang, he didn't even lift his eyelids, and shouted, "Damn it, here comes the con artist again! Didn't you say you'd buy a villa last night? Are you looking around some more today, or is the funding not yet available?"

"Xiaofang, I'm not trying to criticize you, but you take people to see houses every day and don't close a single deal. Isn't that just a waste of time?"

Xiao Fang blushed and was about to speak.

Yang Jiulang walked straight over, took out his bank card from his pocket, slammed it on Manager Wang's desk, and said loudly, "I want that villa. How about the agency fee? Pay it first."

Xiao Fang's heart skipped a beat.

Then look at Manager Wang; he nearly dropped his teacup, then abruptly pulled his legs back up and jumped off his chair. Damn!

He looked at the bank card, then at Yang Jiulang, then at Xiaofang, his expression a fascinating mix of emotions.

"Mr. Yang Yang Yang Yang Yang Yang... Are you serious?"

"Otherwise what? You think I'd come all this way just to mess with you? What am I doing here for no reason?" Yang Jiulang pulled up a chair and sat down. "Let's talk about commission."

Manager Wang immediately put on a fawning smile and personally poured Yang Jiulang a cup of tea.

"Okay, Mr. Yang, our policy here is that the commission is three percent of the transaction price..."

"Three percent?" Yang Jiulang laughed. "Manager Wang, do you think this is my first time buying a house?"

"Well... that's just how it is in the industry..." Manager Wang explained, bending over.

Yang Jiulang waved his hand to stop him: "Don't talk about industry rules or anything like that. I've bought into one percent, one and a half percent, and two percent. It's just a matter of how much you make."

Manager Wang was taken aback, realizing that this rich and handsome man was actually a real estate speculator.

He stood at attention, rubbing his hands together, and said, "Mr. Yang, what you say makes sense. How about two percent?"

Yang Jiulang crossed his legs, picked up his teacup, smelled it, then put it down with disdain, staring at Manager Wang: "Two percent, Manager Wang, a six million house, are you going to make a profit of 120,000 from me in one go?"

Manager Wang was stunned for the second time. He thought about it and realized that it was true. He hadn't done anything, yet he had taken 120,000 yuan from someone. It was indeed a bit shady.

Manager Wang's hands were practically steaming from rubbing them together: "This... can we talk about it... Mr. Yang, how about you name a price, and I'll apply to the company for it?"

Yang Jiulang stared at Manager Wang for a long time, making him feel uneasy. Just as he was about to lower his head, he slowly raised a finger: "One percent."

Manager Wang was stunned for the third time. He quickly glanced at Liu Feifang and thought to himself, "Even one percent is 60,000. I'll give Xiaofang a few thousand as a token, that'll be enough to make her happy. As for the rest, I'll say it's to be handed over to the company, and I'll keep it all for myself. More than 50,000 yuan, hehehe!"

Manager Wang made a face as if he were eating shit with great difficulty, then slapped his thigh and said, "Alright, Mr. Yang, one percent it is."

Yang Jiulang smiled with satisfaction and handed over the bank card, but stopped halfway through: "Wait..."

"Mr. Yang, is there anything else you need to tell us?" Manager Wang asked, his hand hovering in mid-air.

Yang Jiulang turned around and looked at Liu Feifang, who had remained silent throughout the entire negotiation, and a wicked smile suddenly appeared on his lips.