The next morning.
We found Huang Haiquan's eldest brother, Huang Jianhua, and told him what Huang Haiquan wanted.
Huang Jianhua flatly refused his younger brother's request. No matter what we said, he would not agree to let his brother adopt his son.
In reality, the adoption was just a formality. Since the man was already dead, Huang Jianhua's son could hardly truly regard Huang Haijun as his own father. At most, he would burn some paper money on his birthday and death anniversary.
Formalities were often optional things with no practical significance, but sometimes they could serve a very important purpose.
Like now. Only by completing the adoption process and going through this formality could Huang Haiquan let go of his obsession and go where he belonged.
Besides, Huang Haiquan was Huang Jianhua's own younger brother. How could anyone leave their own family member's Yin Soul lingering, unable to rest?
But Huang Jianhua might have gotten stuck on the idea. He just felt it wasn't right and that it was unlucky, yet when we asked him why he thought it wasn't right, he couldn't explain.
In the end, after much persuasion, we offered him a deal: as long as he agreed to the adoption, on top of the three hundred thousand from selling the apartment, our agency would give him another thousand out of our commission.
The man thought of nothing but money. Originally, he had refused no matter what we said, but once we added that extra thousand, he pondered for a few seconds and said, "All right, then. My brother had a hard life, too. We're all family. Going through a formality isn't such a big deal."
What a piece of work this brother was, I thought.
But he was a client, after all, so I couldn't look