A Good Show Begins

Facts speak louder than words.

Yang Jian's Ghost Eye was revealed to everyone, and that is the best evidence.

The previously disdainful President Qin froze, staring intently at the eye on Yang Jian's forehead. President Qian, who had been watching the scene unfold, also widened his eyes slightly.

"What is this?" Zhang Xiangui was also visibly surprised.

Zhang Wei curled his lip and whispered, "Brother Leg is about to lose his temper. Those two old bastards actually looked down on Brother Leg. The terror level of those things has exceeded the realm of human imagination. I'm a man who came out of school alive. Dad, there are some things you really should take a good look at."

Take a good look at that ghost that inspires despair and terror.

"It seems he has some skill," Zhang Xiangui thought to himself, his anticipation growing stronger.

Is your eye real?

President Qin pointed to the Ghost Eye and asked seriously, "It wasn't glued on, was it?"

"Instead of worrying about my eyes, President Qin, you should pay attention to your surroundings and see if anything has changed. I'm just showing you two the truth about this sales office. Actually, it's already haunted, you just haven't noticed yet." Yang Jian pointed to his sofa.

President Qin suddenly touched the sofa with his hand, feeling something sticky on it.

He was slightly startled and turned to look.

I had no idea when the sofa I was sitting on became covered in blood.

"Damn it, what's going on?" He stood up in surprise.

At this moment, President Qin saw that not only the sofa, but also the floor, the walls, and even the ceiling were covered with hideous bloodstains. The bloodstains were still wet, as if they had just happened. Even his teacup was no longer filled with tea.

It was thick blood.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock."

Blood dripped from the ceiling, landing on President Qian's bald head. He touched it, his face turning deathly pale with fright. "Damn it, why didn't you say this place was haunted? Quick, get out of here!"

"President Qian, wait for me!" President Qin hurriedly grabbed his briefcase and fled as if he were running away.

"What happened to them? Why did they suddenly run away?"

Zhang Xiangui, who was standing to the side, was stunned for a moment. He was a little confused when he saw the two people suddenly leave like crazy.

Yang Jian smiled and sat down on the sofa, "Because I showed them some rather frightening things. It's true that there are ghosts in the sales office, but it should only be the ghost that was following Zhang Wei. That ghost couldn't directly scare these two bosses, so I added something to make them hallucinate."

"Once they're frightened and feel fear, the rest of the business will be much easier to discuss."

Zhang Xiangui asked in surprise, "This is actually possible?"

"Within the Ghost Domain, there is nothing that cannot be done," Yang Jian said earnestly.

"For example?" Zhang Xiangui asked, becoming increasingly curious.

Yang Jian, "Although I don't want to say so much, some things are better said than done. Not only can people have hallucinations in the Ghost Domain, but ghosts can also have hallucinations. Here, what you think is real is real, and what you think is fake is fake. For example, this cup, I can make it appear on the table, or I can make it appear in your hand."

After he finished speaking, the cup on the table disappeared and reappeared in Zhang Xiangui's hand the next moment.

"It can appear in your hand, and it can also appear inside a person's body." Yang Jian suddenly grinned.

"Murder?" Zhang Xiangui was startled.

Yang Jian, "No, killing doesn't need to be so complicated; that's a waste of talent."

Using the Ghost Domain to kill people is like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut; it's a complete waste.

"The real purpose of the Ghost Domain is to trap other ghosts, not to deal with people. No one would use a missile to kill a mosquito; for dealing with people, a gun is enough."

He slammed his hand on the table, and a pistol gleaming with a golden metallic sheen appeared before him.

"You even have guns? You can't really be that Ghost Tamer?" Zhang Xiangui was even more shocked.

Yang Jian asked in surprise, "Uncle Zhang, did you think I was just making things up before? Although I haven't officially taken office yet, it's a sure thing that I'll be the next Dachang City Manager. Once I successfully take over, I'll have the authority to mobilize all the security forces in Dachang City. At that time, not to mention sealing off Uncle Zhang's villa, sealing off several neighborhoods or streets won't be a problem."

Zhang Xiangui was speechless.

He realized he had truly underestimated Yang Jian.

I thought he was just a young man with some special skills, but I never expected him to be the future ruler of Dachang City.

This is an extraordinary position.

"Brother Leg didn't have some skills, how could he be called Brother Leg?"

Zhang Wei said from the side, "Didn't I tell Dad before that I bought a gun from Brother Leg?"

After saying that, he reached into his pocket and actually pulled out a Golden Desert Eagle.

"You brat, let me see." Zhang Xiangui hurriedly took it.

Upon first purchase.

The cold, heavy feel of it told him that this thing was real.

"You dare to buy this?" Zhang Xiangui scolded.

Yang Jian, "It's alright, let Zhang Wei use it for self-defense. Uncle Zhang, if you need one, I can sell you one too. This kind of thing is rare in China, but abroad, there are probably more of them than kitchen knives at home. However, mine is specially made, not for fighting people, but for fighting ghosts."

Zhang Xiangui's expression changed constantly. He was a businessman; how could he dare to deal with such things? It was illegal, and if he were caught, he would go to jail and lose his business.

"So now, you want to use paranormal events to scare President Qin President Qian into selling their properties to me at a low price?"

That's roughly the idea.

"Isn't this too despicable?" Zhang Xiangui said in a low voice, "It's not a fair method."

Yang Jian, "We've already taken action. Isn't it too late for Uncle Zhang to say this? We should use this time to prepare the contract."

"But they've all run away, how can you be sure they'll agree?" Zhang Xiangui asked.

"They can't leave. Without my permission, they can't even leave this room. And they will definitely agree. The despair and terror brought by the vengeful ghosts are not something everyone can bear. Uncle Zhang, you haven't experienced any supernatural events, so you can't understand. But Zhang Wei can," Yang Jian said.

Zhang Wei nodded in deep agreement. "When faced with something like that, people are willing to do anything to survive, even if it means offering up chrysanthemums."

"How long will it take for them to agree?" Zhang Xiangui asked.

"No one can withstand that kind of despair within half an hour," Yang Jian.

Zhang Xiangui immediately said, "Then I'll go prepare the contract."

Yang Jian stopped speaking and slowly closed his eyes.

He wants to focus his energy on the Ghost Domain, control Ghost Domain, and put on a horror movie for the two bosses.

And they are the main characters.

Although the methods used were certainly not honorable.

But which of these business tycoons who have built businesses worth billions can guarantee that their methods are clean?

Zhang Wei's father, Zhang Xiangui, could not guarantee it either.

Yang Jian would show no mercy in robbing the rich to help the poor.

Besides, it's only costing these two bosses money, not taking their lives.

Moreover, there have been paranormal events occurring at this construction site. If Yang Jian doesn't resolve them, and the paranormal events escalate in the future, the houses here will still be worthless, and the outcome will be even worse than if they were resold at a low price.

Thinking about this...

Yang Jian couldn't help but sigh: He really was a good person, always thinking of others.