Chapter 20 Scripted Phrases
Zhang Mo opened the window and observed carefully. The building had eight floors; the first floor was all shops, and the upper seven floors were residences. Every household had security grilles of varying thicknesses, various kinds of clothes were drying, and all sorts of potted plants were displayed, creating a dazzling display that made it impossible to see the interior structure.
Upon seeing that they had arrived at their positions but hadn't moved, those who had been mocking them immediately rushed over again—
What's going on here? Move around a bit, are you planning to just wait for them to come to you?
Are you planning to sit on this train all day?
[Speechless, it really is fake news]
Let me guess, is he going to say, "Let's buy some merchandise while we wait?"
[Haha, you've covered all the streamer's tricks, how are they supposed to survive?]
"Isn't it said that the master can tell fortunes? Come and have your house number calculated!"
With potato chips still in his mouth, Yu Hui leaned on the table and angrily said, "Send me the floor plan of this building, and see if I can figure out the apartment numbers!"
Zhang Mo was speechless. Where was she supposed to find a building's structural blueprint for him at this point?
Brother Ye seemed somewhat skeptical, and tentatively asked, "Should I go ask the local housing and construction bureau?"
Yu Hui was eager to prove his abilities: "Go! Go right now!"
"It's such a waste of time," Zhang Mo said. "In a big city, the process would be much faster through the government service platform. In a small city, it's all about personal connections; just finding someone can take half a day."
Yu Hui tried to argue further, but Zhang Mo muted his microphone.
Yu Hui, whose microphone had been muted, remained unsettled for a long time, unable to believe his eyes. Although his voice couldn't be heard in the Three Little Wolves' livestream, viewers who clicked on his profile picture to enter Yu Hui's livestream could still hear his furious outburst—
"She dared to mute my microphone?! What right does she have?!"
"I figured out the address?! And now she's not including me in her group anymore!"
"I am a master! A master!"
[Haha, Master, calm down.]
[So what if he's a master? He's still no bigger than the boss.]
Yu Hui: "..." It seems to make some sense.
Outside, Mr. Zhang, who had forcibly muted the master, already had another plan. After pondering for a moment, he asked Ye Fangyu, "I remember you said that this is the family home of your ex-husband's older brother's ex-wife?"
Ye Fangyu: "Yes."
"What's your name?"
“They divorced not long after we got married. All I know is that the woman’s surname is Wei, and they have a daughter named Huanhuan. I specifically looked for their contact information yesterday, but I couldn’t find it.”
Did they live in this county when they got married?
"No, I heard they met while working in a second-tier city, and they've been living there ever since they got married." So Ye Fangyu never imagined that her child would end up here.
Zhang Mo: "In other words, this house is most likely the woman's premarital property. And your child is most likely living with your ex-husband's parents now."
Ye Fangyu, confused, asked, "So...?"
So, the current situation is that two elderly people, with a child, are living in the premarital property of their divorced former daughter-in-law.
That's shameless.
The shamelessness is so extreme that it must have spread among all the uncles, aunts, grandfathers, and grandmothers in this building.
“Then I know how to get the address.” Zhang Mo smiled slightly and pointed to a small shop in the middle of the first floor. “Drive over there, and then the three of you and Brother Ye get out of the car and go buy something.”
"OK."
Upon arriving at the convenience store, Zhang Mo logged into her account, "Super Administrator Zhang," and also connected with the live streamer via video.
Lang Ri held the phone for the live stream and put on his wireless earphones. He would be handling all the filming and audio recording for the day.
The others also entered the live broadcast room as viewers, putting on headphones to listen to Zhang Mo's commands.
Zhang Mo's voice came through the earphones and onto the phones of everyone watching the live stream—
"Lang Ri, pay attention to the shot and try not to capture the shop owner's face."
"Brother Ye went over there and said he wanted to buy a lighter."
The group obeyed. Brother Ye went over and asked for a lighter. The shop owner, an old lady in her sixties, was knitting behind the counter. She glanced at Brother Ye's obviously expensive clothes and casually pulled out a cheap-looking plastic lighter: "Three yuan."
Are they preparing to gather intelligence?
Wow, this lighter is so expensive! We only sell it for one dollar.
[As soon as they see you're from out of town, of course they'll try to rip you off.]
It's difficult for outsiders to easily extract information from locals.
I'm not trying to criticize you, but these kinds of things are always off-putting, and anyone with a modicum of shrewdness wouldn't tell you that.
Taking the lighter, Brother Ye instinctively intended to give her money, but Zhang Mo continued, "Don't give her money. Ask her what kind of gift box would be best to buy when visiting an elderly person."
Brother Ye asked the question accordingly.
The old lady's previously indifferent face finally broke into a smile. She immediately put down the sweater in her hand, left the counter, and began to introduce it to them.
Five walnuts, hahaha!
What on earth is Brain Silver?
Good heavens, they're all counterfeit!
Zhang Mo: "Look at the goods displayed outside, and choose the one with the fewest items. I said I wanted ten boxes."
Brother Ye glanced at it and pointed to an unidentified red gift box at the bottom: "Take this one, ten boxes."
The fewer items displayed, the less they sell; those at the very bottom are naturally the worst-selling.
Seeing that so much of their nearly expired stock had suddenly been sold, the old lady was overjoyed: "Great, great, great! 209 per box, I'll round it down to 2000 for ten. If there aren't enough outside, I'll have someone get some from the warehouse." Then she shouted from behind, "Son! Son, wake up! Get up and move things!"
"Coming, coming, stop howling!" A moment later, a sleepy-eyed, chubby middle-aged man arrived. He had been looking unhappy, but when he saw which gift box Brother Ye wanted, he immediately perked up. "Okay, okay, I'll go get it right away!"
My family owns a small shop, and this gift box probably cost us no more than 30 yuan to buy.
Wow, that's a whopping 1700! And they answered every question without hesitation!
I'm starting to suspect this is just a live stream about flaunting wealth.
[Hilarious! Why would the convenience store owner know this family? What if he doesn't?]
It would be hilarious if you didn't know.
Waiting to be proven wrong.
By this time, the old lady had returned to the counter. She smiled kindly at them and even took the initiative to strike up a conversation, saying, "You must be visiting relatives from out of town, right? I don't think I've seen you before?"
“You said you come to see the elderly every year.” Zhang Mo smiled confidently. “Last time I came, I even saw Old Wei’s daughter arguing and wanting to go back to her own house.”
Brother Ye immediately understood and repeated every word.
Upon hearing this, the old lady immediately regarded Brother Ye and his group as one of her own, slamming her hand on the counter: "Speaking of this makes me so angry! What kind of family did Old Wei's daughter marry into! I've never heard of anyone stealing a divorced daughter-in-law's house! Lately, they've even locked the rooftop door because they live on the top floor and are right next to the stairs!" The old lady became angrier as she spoke, clearly very dissatisfied with the family's behavior, "What? Stealing one house isn't enough? They want to steal the whole building! They're shameless!"
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