By the time I came out of the park, dawn had broken.
Though it was still very early, the park was already bustling.
Some people had come for their morning exercises, some for a stroll, and others to hand out flyers.
Despite all those people, I felt a trace of loneliness.
I preferred the quiet of the night before.
After leaving the park, I had planned to ask Meng Yifan for time off and go home to sleep. It wasn't as though the shop had any business anyway.
But Meng Yifan refused and told me to come back to the shop. He seemed to have called Song Xiaotian over too. I had no idea what had happened, and he wouldn't tell me over the phone.
Naturally, sleep was out of the question. I had to go.
When I reached the shop, Song Xiaotian had only just arrived.
We were both curious about what had happened. Meng Yifan had summoned us first thing in the morning and was acting all mysterious.
Without a word, Meng Yifan first handed us several sets of documents.
Song Xiaotian and I took a look and got quite a fright that early in the morning.
I had no idea where he had found the properties in those documents, but none of them were ordinary houses. They were all haunted houses where people had died.
"What are you trying to do?"
Song Xiaotian and I hastily tossed the documents back to him, feeling they were nothing but bad luck.
"Can't you see?"
Meng Yifan looked serious. "Business! This is money! We made a total of 250,000 on He Tao's family home. Although I later gave his mother another 50,000, that's how much we made overall."
"The profit is much higher than selling normal houses. Can't you see