Facts Speak for Themselves

"Mr. Zhang, you've arrived."

As soon as you enter the sales office, sales staff greet you in a fawning manner.

Zhang Xiangui nodded in response, displaying the demeanor of a boss, making it hard to reconcile with the image of the previously eccentric and playful man who was lying on the ground.

"Mr. Zhang, President Qian and President Qin are in the lounge on the third floor. Would you like to go up?"

A sales manager, dressed in a business suit and looking rather attractive, hurriedly approached and said in a low voice.

"The two of them came too?" Zhang Xiangui asked in surprise. "When did they arrive?"

"President Qian arrived this morning, and President Qin just arrived not long ago; they both had lunch here," the sales manager said.

Zhang Xiangui said, "Okay, I understand. There's nothing more for you here. You can go now."

"Yes, Mr. Zhang," the female manager replied.

"It's a bit of a coincidence that you've come; I just need to talk to them about things at the construction site." Zhang Xiangui turned around and said, "You don't mind coming along, do you?"

Yang Jian, "Since all the important people are here today, why don't we discuss this business now?"

"Young people are just impatient. If you can really do it, that would be great, but it's impossible to close such a big deal in a day. Business is not that simple," Zhang Xiangui said with a smile.

His willingness to cooperate with Yang Jian was not because he was genuinely willing to share such a large portion of the profits with him.

Instead, he wanted to buy insurance for his family.

If Yang Jian can truly solve paranormal events, Zhang Xiangui would naturally not mind establishing a long-term cooperative relationship with such a special talent.

As for the 40% profit margin, that's only based on the premise that I can acquire the properties held by both Mr. President Qian and President Qin.

However, in his heart, Zhang Xiangui felt that Yang Jian couldn't do it; those two old foxes weren't so easy to get along with.

"Mr. Zhang, please wait a moment. Our boss is in a meeting inside."

Just as they reached the third floor and were about to enter the reception room, two bodyguards in black stopped Zhang Xiangui, Yang Jian, and Zhang Wei at the door.

Zhang Xiangui's face darkened, and he said in a deep voice, "President Qian and President Qin are getting more and more arrogant. They come to my sales office and won't let me in, sending two bodyguards to block the entrance. What kind of nonsense is this? Get out of my way, or I'll make you jump off this building."

After saying that, he pointed to the window next to him.

The two bodyguards' expressions changed, and they dared not stop them.

Zhang Xiangui pushed open the door and entered. His expression immediately changed, and he regained his cheerful smile, saying, "Haha, what wind blew President Qian and President Qin here? They actually have time to come to my sales office for tea. By the way, I happen to have a can of some good tea here. I must invite you to try it this time."

After entering.

Two men in suits were sitting on the sofa, smoking, seemingly discussing something.

"Mr. Zhang, you've come at the perfect time. We were just talking about you. You'd better wait a bit before you drink your tea," a bald, short, stout man said with a smile.

"Oh, so I also have something that President Qin is interested in? I'd like to know then," Zhang Xiangui said with a smile.

A dark-skinned, thin man standing to the side, smoking a cigarette, said, "Mr. Zhang, Mr. President Qin and I discussed the construction site earlier. I think that stopping construction and prohibiting sales is not the right decision. These houses still need to be sold. It's such a large piece of land, and tying up too much capital in it is quite risky. We can't let the disappearance of a few people affect our sales."

"I think so too. That's why I recently hired a professional to investigate the disappearance of construction workers."

Zhang Xiangui introduced with a smile, "Yang Jian is a professional in a special industry, specializing in solving paranormal events."

"A paranormal event?"

President Qin chuckled, "President Zhang, where did you find such a greenhorn? Is he even an adult? A professional? If you're going to fool people, at least make it believable. If you had hired a monk, a Daoist priest, or a feng shui master, I might have believed you a little more."

"He's not even fully grown yet, what skills could he possibly have?"

"Yang Jian, the Ghost Tamer, it's a pleasure to meet you both."

Yang Jian wasn't angry. He walked over calmly and reached out his hand.

"Ghost Tamer? Why don't you just say you're a peace ambassador, Mr. Zhang? We're all people of status and position. Don't bring just any random people here. Our time is very precious."

President Qian shook his head and smiled, flicking his cigarette butt away with a dismissive attitude, clearly not believing it at all.

Yang Jian glanced at the cigarette ash on his clothes, unconcerned. He patted it off and calmly said, "I know your time is precious, but it can't compare to your lives."

"Kid, what did you say? Mr. Zhang, aren't you going to do anything about your men?"

President Qian's face darkened as he looked at Zhang Xiangui.

Zhang Xiangui smiled; "Yang Jian is someone I invited to help. Things on the construction site are a bit complicated, not as simple as you might imagine."

He clearly wouldn't concern himself with the conflict between Yang Jian and the two of them, and he also wanted to see what extraordinary abilities Yang Jian possessed.

Without concrete evidence, their collaboration is just empty talk and doesn't count.

"He's right. This construction site is indeed not as simple as we imagine. I'm afraid the two bosses don't know yet, but the disappearance of the workers on this site was not an accident. The real reason is this haunting," Yang Jian.

Haunted?

President Qin and President Qian both burst out laughing.

"Alright, alright, stop showing off your con artist tricks, Mr. Zhang. Let your men leave. Let's continue discussing sales. I think we could organize a promotional campaign soon, with each person contributing another ten million for advertising, operating it the same way as before. What do you think?"

President Qin ignored Yang Jian and instead looked at Zhang Xiangui.

They've seen plenty of people trying to scam money like this; there's no need to give them a friendly look.

Otherwise, once it sticks, you can't shake it off.

Zhang Xiangui remained silent, still intending to leave the matter to Yang Jian.

After all, there really were ghosts around him, he had seen them with his own eyes, so he was still somewhat looking forward to Yang Jian's performance.

"It's understandable that you two don't believe it. This kind of thing is indeed unbelievable. If you didn't see it with your own eyes, it would be hard to believe that ghosts exist in this world."

Yang Jian said calmly, "So I'd better be direct. Let the two of you see the truth."

"Oh, what's the truth? Are you trying to perform some kind of magic trick?" President Qin said with a teasing smile.

Yang Jian, "It's not magic; it's the truth about this sales office."

"Because the real ghost is right here in this sales office."

As he spoke, the Ghost Eye on his forehead slowly opened.

Everything around us began to be enveloped in red light.

A deal worth billions is worth Yang Jian personally using the Ghost Domain to persuade these two CEOs.

Upon seeing the ferocious eye on Yang Jian's forehead, the smile on President Qian's previously mocking face gradually froze.