For the next two weeks or so, Du Yuwei never came looking for me again.
I even reached out to An Ning, hoping to persuade her to talk some sense into Du Yuwei as her older sister, but An Ning wouldn't answer my calls either.
Ever since what happened with Su Qian, the two sisters seemed to have drawn a line between themselves and me...
Over those two weeks, Meng Yifan sold several more haunted houses.
He really did have a head for business. Although we weren't making much yet, it was more than we'd earned selling houses before.
Song Xiaotian and I both admired him for that, and we committed ourselves wholeheartedly to following him down this path.
Especially once we learned more about this business, we realized there really were quite a few haunted houses in a single city-or rather, quite a few all across the country.
Strictly speaking, a haunted house was a property where an unnatural death had occurred. But to most people, any house where someone had died, even of natural causes, counted as a haunted house. They considered it unlucky.
If buyers thought that way, sellers would certainly take into account that someone had died in the house and lower the price to sell it.
We took on those properties too.
The problem at the moment was that our agency wasn't well known. Owners had trouble selling houses where people had died, but they didn't know about our agency specializing in haunted houses either.
So we had to advertise online and hand out flyers on the streets. That gave us even more to do, and even Meng Yifan, the boss, was busy from morning to night.
Sometimes we still couldn't go home at eleven or twelve at night.
Apart from us, only four employees