Meng Yifan really did have tenacity and a head for business.
In just a week, he had covered almost half of Lanjiang City, taking on more than twenty haunted houses from other agents.
He inevitably faced their sneers and sarcasm along the way. After all, competitors were enemies, and now that he had fallen on hard times-so far that he was selling haunted houses-there was no shortage of people willing to kick him while he was down.
I went around with him for two days, and several times I couldn't help wanting to curse them out, but he held me back.
I had to admit he was a man who knew when to bend and when to stand tall.
Song Xiaotian was now part of our shop, too, though not an employee.
He helped us find out where murders had happened, and Meng Yifan would pay particular attention. If a murder happened in a home, that property would most likely be sold.
That evening, the three of us had just finished dealing with a haunted house.
We had taken this one on from another agent. A murder had happened there before. Apparently, a burglar had broken in without properly checking the place out first, only to discover someone was home-an old lady.
The burglar hadn't originally intended to kill anyone, but the old lady kept shouting, so he killed her.
Afterward, the old lady's ghost refused to leave and remained in her home.
She didn't harm anyone. She just didn't want to leave her own house.
Later, the neighbors often heard noises coming from the house in the middle of the night, either the old lady crying or her voice cursing the burglar.
Her children had originally planned to sell the house, but with Old Lady causing this problem, who