Yang Jian had no idea that, in just half a day, several of the higher-ups in Ping An Building had already held a discussion about him and made their decision.
He had just finished eating with Wan Delu and was preparing to ask the man named Luo Yong about his family's old house.
Luo Yong was a genuine countryman. He had once farmed in his hometown before going out to work. After painstakingly saving up some money, he planned to return home and build a house. Seeing how dilapidated his ancestral home was, he decided to tear down the old house and rebuild it. Who would have thought that once construction began, he would dig up a basement and find quite a few old antiques?
Once word got out, it naturally attracted the attention of some antique dealers. He even made a small fortune from it.
But how could he have known that the basement, sealed away for years, would bring one terrifying supernatural incident after another? Even now, Luo Yong remained completely in the dark.
Even this trip to J City had only happened because Wan Delu had coaxed and deceived him, offering fifty thousand yuan in labor fees to bring him here.
Yang Jian did not care about any of that. What he cared about was whether the lead he had found would go cold.
Luo Yong had long since finished his meal in the private room next door. The food had been good; he had never eaten at such an upscale establishment before. Yet the better it was, the more restless he became.
He did not believe in free lunches. That boss had to be plotting something against him.
So Luo Yong kept thinking about leaving as soon as possible and returning to his hometown.
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