A day had passed.
That expert had gone to Tang Village yesterday.
If he and his apprentice weren't back in town by tomorrow morning, something had happened to them.
Then I would have to set out for Lin City tomorrow.
There was an industry conference tonight, and Pan Xiaorou had sent us invitations again.
Last year's industry conference had been held toward the end of the year. By rights, this year's shouldn't have been so early.
But the market had changed considerably this year. Many houses weren't selling anymore, even after price cuts, and the sales rate for secondhand homes was even lower.
According to Meng Yifan, some real estate agencies' sales figures for the first half of this year hadn't even matched what we made selling haunted houses.
Because of the major changes in the market, this year's conference had been brought forward.
I kept thinking about Zhang Chengfeng and wasn't in the mood to listen to the conference speeches, much less network with anyone.
Honestly, whether the market changed a lot or a little didn't have much to do with us.
Whether houses sold well or not didn't affect our haunted house business. At most, it affected the prices a little.
The conference followed the same format as before. After a few entrepreneurs finished their lofty speeches, the elite salespeople at the bottom of the ladder mingled among themselves.
Naturally, Du Yunting would attend an occasion like this.
Ever since the Weihai Group started going downhill and Du Ruhai passed away, Du Yunting had barely had a presence in the business world.
But now that he was disabled, his presence had suddenly grown quite a bit.
A lot of people came over to ask how he was doing, probably because they thought he was rather pitiful.
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