Chapter 90: Pei Lingxuan went to Weilan Studio?
"Get lost! I won't sell my house to people like you! Your house is the haunted house. Your whole family is the haunted house!"
"One million and eight hundred thousand? Why don't you go and rob? Isn't it more cost-effective to rob money than to rob a house?"
"Not for sale! Absolutely not for sale! First of all, my house is not a haunted house, and secondly, there is no room for negotiation for less than 3.5 million! Get out of here!"
After arguing with the other person, Pei Lingxuan decisively hung up the phone and threw the phone far away.
"Are they those guys who specialize in buying haunted houses again?" Qin Song asked while eating fruit as he sat opposite her.
Pei Lingxuan was so annoyed that her brows were twisted. "Who else could it be besides them? They are all like crazy. They would rather buy a haunted house than a good house. In just three days, I received no less than eighty calls, and every one of them asked me how to sell a haunted house!"
"Damn it, my house is not a haunted house! If he wanted to buy a haunted house so badly, why didn't he just kill himself in his own house?"
"These people buy haunted houses not because they have special hobbies, but because they want to do shady business." Ye Ci peeled the loquats in his hand and said sarcastically, "Everyone knows that haunted houses are cheap, but they don't know if the house they rent is also a haunted house. People like them specialize in buying haunted houses, and after buying them, they just renovate them a little and change the layout, and then use them to fool those young people who know nothing."
"Pah!" Pei Lingxuan peeled off a piece of loquat skin and smashed it on the paper towel viciously, "My house is not a haunted house, they should go and stare at others."
"Ah..." Qin Song sighed, "But in their eyes, our house is a haunted house. Although the police issued a police report and explained the matter clearly, netizens have not stopped spreading rumors. Now more than half of the people in Yuncheng think that our house is a haunted house."
Pei Lingxuan pouted unhappily: "Don't half of the people still think it's not true..."
Qin Song: "...the other half of the people don't have access to the Internet, so they don't know about this at all."
“……” Pei Lingxuan withered instantly.
"Hmph..." Pei Xingzhi sat in the front and laughed secretly.
"Brother, what are you laughing at?" Pei Lingxuan glared at him with resentment on her face.
He raised his glasses and fixed his eyes on Qin Song: "I laugh at your sister-in-law, she is always so honest and sober."
"It's not funny." Qin Song couldn't laugh. "The reputation of our house has been completely ruined. The agent Xiao Li sends WeChat messages to my mother every day, saying that if we don't lower the price, the house will really rot in our hands."
"No." Pei Xingzhi retracted his gaze and continued to stare at the computer in front of him, his eyes cold and heavy, "This house is my mother's hard work. Even if I am short of money, I will not allow anyone to ruin it."
"Yeah." Qin Song nodded, showing his strong agreement.
“Buzz—buzz—”
“Buzz——”
The cell phone that Pei Lingxuan threw away suddenly vibrated in the corner. She dropped the loquat she had just peeled, quickly got up from the chair and ran over to pick up the phone.
“Buzz——”
The vibration didn't stop, someone was calling her.
…
After seeing the caller's name, she rolled her eyes at the phone in disgust.
Qin Song guessed something, so he asked tentatively: "Zhou Limin?"
Pei Lingxuan curled her lips in contempt, her voice cold: "Yes, it's him."
"Hello, Ms. Zhou." She answered the phone, but her tone instantly changed to a softer one.
"Xiaoxuan, are you still with your brother?"
Pei Lingxuan turned on the speakerphone, and when Zhou Liming's voice came out from the loudspeaker, the three people in the studio all looked at Pei Lingxuan.
Pei Lingxuan replied with a cold face: "Yes, what's the matter, Mr. Zhou?"
Zhou Limin chuckled and said, "Nothing, I just heard you say this morning that you were coming to your brother's place today, and I just happened to be passing by your brother's neighborhood, so I wanted to ask if you were still there."
Pei Lingxuan: "I'm still here."
Zhou Limin: "How long are you going to stay? When are you planning to leave?"
Pei Lingxuan could hear his hint and said, "Mr. Zhou, what a coincidence! I'm ready to leave now."
Zhou Limin: "That's perfect. My car has just arrived at the gate of the community. Come out now and I'll take you home."
Pei Lingxuan smiled perfunctorily: "Okay, then I'll trouble you, Mr. Zhou."
Zhou Limin: "It's no trouble. It's my honor to send a beauty home."
"Yes." Pei Lingxuan responded, "I'll go downstairs now."
"yueyueyueyue!" After hanging up the phone, Pei Lingxuan couldn't bear it anymore and dry-heaved a few times.
Qin Song stood up from his chair and patted her on the back, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "You made such a big noise when I had morning sickness."
"I can't stand it!" Pei Lingxuan leaned on Qin Song's shoulder, gasping for air due to nausea. "I'm so annoyed by him, but in order to get what I want, I have to play along with him. I really want to vomit!"
Qin Song touched her face distressedly: "If you really can't stand it, you can also try another method."
"No!" Pei Lingxuan lifted her hair, walked out of Qin Song's arms as if she was going to die calmly, reached out to take the bag on the table, turned around and left.
"This is the fastest and most reliable way! Even if it makes me sick to death, I want Zhou Limin to pay the price for this!"
The community is not big. It only takes five minutes to walk from the studio to the first floor, take the elevator, and then walk from the apartment building to the entrance of the community.
Pei Lingxuan used these five minutes to sort out her emotions and expressions, and got into Zhou Liming's car with a shy smile.
"What a nice smell." Zhou Limin wrinkled his nose and sniffed around Pei Lingxuan, and said in surprise: "A very sweet fruity scent, Xiaoxuan, did you eat any fruit just now?"
"Ah..." Pei Lingxuan fastened her seat belt, feeling quite embarrassed, "My brother's friend brought some loquats over, and I just ate a lot of them."
"Loquat." Zhou Limin started the car and left the gate of the community. "I like to eat loquat, too."
"..." Pei Lingxuan hesitated for two seconds, "Then I'll bring you some tomorrow? My brother has a lot."
Zhou Limin did not refuse and agreed almost immediately: "Okay, thank you in advance, Xiaoxuan."
Pei Lingxuan: "It's okay."
The Maybach sped along, but it did not take Pei Lingxuan home, but took her to a completely unfamiliar place.
"Where is this?" Pei Lingxuan looked at the white cabin outside the window with a puzzled look on her face, and a little nervous. "Boss Zhou, didn't you say you would take me home?"
Zhou Liming unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car. He quickly walked to the passenger seat and personally opened the door for Pei Lingxuan.
"I do want to take you home, but before I go home, I have to come here to do something."
"Oh..." Pei Lingxuan got out of the car with her bag and looked at the cabin in front of her blankly, "Boss Zhou, where is this? What's going on inside? It looks very high-end."
Zhou Limin: "This is a studio opened by my friend, called Weilan, which designs niche accessories."
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