I really want to hear it.
"Anyway, I know the owner of that abandoned courtyard you were just discussing. He's moving to Hong Kong to develop his business. It's just been abandoned. I guess he's in a hurry to sell it."
"Now, I'll take you there and ask."
He wasn't usually one to meddle in other people's business, but these young guys seemed pretty good, so he decided to get involved.
"This house is an old-fashioned courtyard house. You'll see when you go inside. Anyway, I don't know if it will be sold, so I'm in a hurry to leave."
Chen Yifei was very polite: "Thank you, Teacher Ma."
“Don’t call me teacher! I’m just a street vendor, and a conman at that,” Malay said earnestly.
“No, that won’t do. The moment I saw you, I knew you were my teacher. I’ve even dreamed about it.”
"..." Malai Du thought the kid was glib, but actually, what he said was quite useful.
"All right."
He cleared his throat, which was taken as tacit agreement.
Then Chen Yifei earnestly asked, "Teacher Ma, are you very familiar with this homeowner?"
As he entered, he discovered that this courtyard was unusual. Although it was cluttered with all sorts of things, dusty, and filled with old, unwanted furniture, Chen Yifei was impressed by the furnishings and the dilapidated state of the courtyard.
His heart started racing immediately.
I remember in my past life, this courtyard was on the news 20 years ago because they said a lot of treasure chests were unearthed underneath...
Damn, no wonder he always thought the yard looked nice; there was something going on.
Malay nodded: "Yes, I know him. I met him when we were setting up a stall before. He bought a lot of things from me. I heard he was a big shot from the Republic of China era. I was using his land to set up a stall here. We have a good relationship."
"Even if it were to be sold, this place would cost tens of thousands. Do you, a poor kid, have tens of thousands? They're in a hurry to go to another city, so they probably need the kind of place where they can get the money immediately."
It's good to get money!
Chen Yifei has nothing. The cash he just deposited into the rural credit cooperative is currently being managed by Zhao Zhao for working capital.
"Zhao Zhao, can we pay you right away?"
"OK."
"That's good."
Heh heh.
Even the Malaysians are interested.
This isn't a scammer at all; he's a young man with real money, and he's definitely got something going for him.
Malay looked at him and said, "Then let's go. You know what you're doing."
Next to the dilapidated house, there was a well-furnished house that was still inhabited. Malay led them there and knocked on the door.
Clearly, they're already packing up inside.
Malay said, "I won't waste your time. I just saw this group of people at my stall. They said they wanted to renovate it and open a hotel. I guess they want to renovate it into something like a bathhouse."
Are you renting out your place?
The homeowner was a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing black-rimmed glasses.
He seems to be a cultured person.
Looking at Chen Yifei, he said, "We've been trying to sell here for a long time, but no one wants it. I need to tell you the specifics. It's not suitable to open a hotel here because someone died here before. The prices won't be high."
"I was also thinking of making a quick sale and leaving."
Upon hearing this, Malay felt it was bad luck: "Someone died here. Don't buy it. Why did you buy it? I didn't know to bring you here before."
Chen Yifei said, "If this kind of problem occurs, it's not good to run a hotel, but an antique shop can be renovated and remodeled."
"Teacher Ma, how about I hire you to be the owner of an antique shop?"
The Malaysians were incredulous: "You're really determined to get this house! I have no idea what you're after!"
It's the treasure chest at the bottom of the picture, of course!
Many of these old houses from the Republican era have not been renovated and are even in the hands of wealthy people. These wealthy people are not short of money and are in a hurry to leave, so the situation we encountered today is quite rare.
Chen Yifei would not give up this opportunity.
"Alright then. Twenty thousand yuan. This is a good location, and we're in a hurry to move. It's just that someone died, and the house is quite large."
"It will be convenient for you to do whatever you want then."
Before Chen Yifei could speak, the Malaysians were all going to speak up for him.
"This doesn't cost 20,000! It's 15,000. If this kid weren't from out of town and didn't seem to think it was a big deal, would you have been able to sell this house?"
That's true. I remember in my past life, after the information about this place was exposed, it turned out that it hadn't been sold for more than ten years.
Because I heard that people had died here, most of them were shop owners, I just felt that the feng shui of the shops here was bad.
Given the same price, why would someone buy a house with a dead person on it?
Business people, in particular, are very particular about feng shui.
“Alright!” The homeowner nodded. “Can you give it to me now? I don’t do credit.”
“Okay.” Chen Yifei looked at Malay with great gratitude.
Malaysians didn't think it was a big deal; it was just a small favor.
After the negotiations were completed, Malai came out and said embarrassedly, "I didn't know someone had died in this house. I only found out now. I'm sorry, young man."
"It's nothing, I should thank you for negotiating the price for me! Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to get it for 15,000."
"No, mainly because the homeowner is not short of money at all. I don't know about the others, but I can still speak freely about him."
"Then you should agree to open an antique shop. Antiques are mostly dug out from piles of corpses, and they come from all sorts of places, so we're not afraid of them."
"How about it? I know you're not afraid, Teacher Ma."
"Let me think about it some more... My main problem is that I don't want to take any risks."
"I'll give you the money..." Chen Yifei wanted to continue.
Malays stopped him from speaking, saying, "Don't say anything more."
"If I want to go, I'll come here to find you, you know? Don't tempt me."
"Okay!" Chen Yifei confidently went back to pack her things. The group of girls were all capable, and since things were scattered everywhere, they went to tidy them up.
Chen Yifei stared blankly at the well opening.
I remember this well; the treasures were inside.
"Brother Fei, how can you be so crazy? Someone died at this well. Back in the Republic of China era, someone jumped down from here."
"You're still here looking. Don't scare me, or I'll say you're possessed by a ghost."
"..."
Chen Yifei was actually thinking.
You think... this ghost, could it be just a rumor they deliberately spread to cover up the fact that there's treasure down there?
He's also quite afraid of horror movies; last time He Runqing dragged him to watch one, he was scared half to death.
It's no exception now; it feels like once you see it, you're doomed.
but……
It's not that simple here.
After all, no one dared to buy it for ten years in the past, and this rumor spread more and more widely.
Besides, it wasn't anything special during the Republic of China era.
So many years have passed now.
Aren't there still many schools in the village that were converted from mass graves?
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