Chapter 4 Fake Reporter

"My God, what a magical space this is!" Jiang Yan couldn't help but exclaimed, and continued to look at the white area.

She was actually standing at the edge of the white area at the moment. She took two steps inside and soon noticed the difference from the black land:

there was no wind here, and the temperature felt neither high nor low, and the body felt very comfortable.

And on the side of the gray area not far away, there was a translucent vortex with airflow lingering and rotating.

At first glance, it looked like a black hole in a science fiction movie.

Next to the black hole, there was a translucent number 0%.

She had a lot of experience in reading novels, and some guesses began to emerge in her mind. It's better

to act than to be moved, Jiang Yan decided to test it first.

The first thing to confirm is the way to enter and exit the space.

She tried to move her mind: out!

The whole person flashed out of the space and returned to the study.

Another thought: in!

The whole person flashed into the space again.

The whole operation was smooth.

"Collect!"

She tried to put all the computers, desks, and bookshelves in the study back in.

Sure enough, the items in the study had disappeared and were automatically classified and placed in the gray area of ​​the space.

The number displayed there was still 0%, which seemed to show the storage space usage ratio.

With another thought, the laptop in the gray area was already in her hand.

After testing for a while, Jiang Yan summarized a few points:

1. To put the materials into the space, they must be in contact with her body. Of course, if a pile of materials are closely connected, then she only needs to touch one of them;

2. Unless she has made arrangements in her mind, the space will automatically classify the materials collected and store them in the gray area.

3. The materials stored in the gray area can be automatically compressed and folded. In other words, the area that looks like one-third of a football field actually has much more materials than she imagined;

it can be said that she can buy and buy as much as she wants without worrying about not being able to put them in the space!

In addition, she was thinking that since there is so much fertile black soil in the space, it should be possible to plant, right?

She remembered that she had been abroad for more than half a month. The grass and green plants in the courtyard had automatic sprinkler systems and were still alive and well,

but the pot of roses in the corner of the living room had long been dead due to lack of water.

She went to the tool room to find a small flower shovel and put the wilted roses into the space.

Then she took a box of vanilla ice cream from the refrigerator and poured a cup of hot water before entering the space again.

After putting the ice cream and hot water in the gray area, she took the pot of roses and went to the black area.

She randomly chose a piece of black soil, dug out a rose and planted it in.

Unexpectedly, the rose, as if it had been hung with several bags of nutrient solution, the withered and yellow leaves obviously began to have greenness and green buds.

This gratifying growth is not ordinary magic!

So this piece of land can be planted!

In the end times of scarcity of materials, she can smoothly realize the freedom of flowers, fruits and melons!

Therefore, in the subsequent materials to be stocked, all kinds of seeds must be prepared.

Those saplings of vegetables, fruits, etc. must also be prepared!

Ten minutes later, the experimental feedback from the gray area came out.

The ice cream and hot water put in, the state and temperature, did not change at all!

So, this is the same as what is written in those novels she read, time is stagnant!

So, the three black, white and gray areas in the space just correspond to the three major functions of [planting], [living], and [warehouse].

Very good, there are 3 billion funds in the account, and the space is enough for storage, so what are you waiting for? !

Jiang Yan seemed to have discovered a new continent, and she instantly had the urge to rush out and buy crazily for a while.

"Ding Dong!" The doorbell of the outside door rang again.

She had just picked up her mobile phone to order 100 bottles of mineral water on pxx, so she had to exit the space first.

After taking a look at the surveillance video, it was a curly-haired man wearing a journalist vest with a camera hanging on his chest.

In his hand, he was holding a large bunch of white chrysanthemums.

The other party's intention was almost written on his face.

Jiang Yan didn't want to pay attention to him, but picked up her phone and found the property duty phone number.

The community where she lives is considered to be relatively high-end, and the owners have a strong sense of privacy. The community's daily security patrols are also pretty good.

There is a lot of space between each villa.

I don't know what happened today, but a stranger was allowed in at will, and there was no security guard accompanying him.

"Ding Dong!"

"Ding Dong!"

The man outside saw that no one answered the door in the house, and pressed the doorbell twice.

"Miss Jiang, I'm your new neighbor! I just moved in yesterday, I know you're inside!"

After saying that, he looked up at the camera outside the gate, a sinister flash in his eyes, and shouted:

"Miss Jiang, I'm a reporter! If you don't come out, I'll post the photos of the big pile of takeout you just ordered on the Internet! Just think about it, knowing that her mother is dead, she can still eat so much takeout. I wonder what the people in Anming City will think of Miss Jiang! In addition, I remember that Miss Jiang is a big V with millions of fans!"

Jiang Yan listened to his weird words and frowned slightly.

This man.

So blatant!

Not only did he eat a dead person's meal, but he also threatened him!

Looking at his calm and shameless face, he is undoubtedly a habitual offender.

If it was in the previous life, she might still have some scruples, and even give the other party a large sum of money to keep things quiet.

But now, huh.

He dared to provoke me, it's his bad luck!

Jiang Yan had already found the property management phone number, and upon hearing this, she dialed Yao Yao Ling directly.

"Ding Dong! Ding Dong!" The curly-haired man continued to press the doorbell frantically.

"Miss Jiang--" Before the word "Miss Jiang" came out, the door creaked open.

A tall girl wearing a black sportswear, a black hat and a mask, exuding a youthful aura, appeared in the field of vision.

The girl's beautiful almond eyes, which were full of spirit, were now covered with a layer of light cold mist.

"Miss Jiang, I told you you were in there, hehe."

The curly-haired man's eyes lit up as if he had seen the sponsor, and then he put on a kind face and handed the bouquet of chrysanthemums in his hand to Jiang Yan, "Miss Jiang, please accept my condolences."

"What's the matter?" Jiang Yan glanced at him coldly without raising her hand.

The curly-haired man smiled awkwardly, took the chrysanthemums back into his arms, and said:

"It's like this, Miss Jiang, I'm a reporter from Anming News 3+3. I knew you were returning to China today, so I wanted to find an opportunity to interview you. I knew it's not easy to meet you, so I rented a house next door to you. I also know about your mother's death--"

He was halfway through his words when he was interrupted by Jiang Yan coldly: "Please show me your press card."

The curly-haired man was well prepared. He put the chrysanthemums on the ground and took out a red-covered certificate from his pocket.

Before he could open it, Jiang Yan had already snatched it away.

(End of this chapter)