Contract Secured

Hang up the phone.

A slight smile appeared on Yang Jian's lips.

Zhao Kaiming's involvement in the "Ghost Knocking" incident is truly good news.

The criminal investigation department wants his support?

It's a joke. The conflict between him and Zhao Kaiming is irreconcilable. If they could avoid each other, Yang Jian feels he would have gone straight to their door to confront them.

However, using someone else to do the dirty work actually saves me a lot of trouble.

"Yang Jian, why are you laughing like that? Are you thinking about something weird?" Zhang Wei, who was playing on his phone, suddenly asked.

"I'm not telling you, but at a time like this you still dare to play on your phone? Aren't you afraid that ghost will come after you?" Yang Jian.

Zhang Wei said, "Isn't it your Brother Leg who's here? If Brother Leg can't handle this, I'd be done for long ago. What's there to worry about?"

Thinking this way doesn't seem wrong.

Right now.

The door to the reception room opened.

But then Zhang Xiangui strode in excitedly; "It's a success! President Qian and President Qin have agreed to sell their properties. I'm offering 1 billion to buy them all. Your method is excellent; it really scared them into agreeing to anything."

Yang Jian wasn't focused on controlling the Ghost Domain at the moment, so he didn't expect it to work already?

Of course, this was within his expectations.

"A billion? That's too much. In my opinion, one billion per person would be enough to settle things with them. I didn't expect you to be so kind, Uncle Zhang."

Zhang Xiangui laughed and said, "After all, we'll still have to meet in the future, so we can't go too far. Otherwise, they'll be resentful and will definitely cause trouble later. I think 1 billion is within their acceptable range. If we push the price down further, it will backfire."

"Uncle Zhang is trying to cut a piece of flesh off them, but without making them feel too much pain?" Yang Jian understood.

"That's roughly the idea," Zhang Xiangui said.

Yang Jian nodded, agreeing that this made sense; it's always good to leave room for maneuver in the future.

But he certainly wouldn't have done that.

What is Zhang Xiangui's status?

A CEO worth billions, while Yang Jian was merely a short-lived Ghost Tamer, could think about the future, but Yang Jian felt it was unnecessary.

"This is the draft contract we prepared earlier. Once we get them to sign it, everything will be settled. As long as they don't know the inside story, even if they realize they've been tricked later, it will be too late," Zhang Xiangui said.

Yang Jian, "Since the matter has been settled, let's do it this way. Give me the contract, and I'll have them sign it."

"After it's done, I'll give you 40% of the profits, just like you said," Zhang Xiangui said.

Even if he only gets 40%, he'll still make a profit.

Yang Jian nodded, took the contract, and walked out.

Now.

Trapped on the tenth underground floor, President Qian, President Qin, and their bodyguards were on the verge of a mental breakdown from fear.

Everyone was covered in sweat, their eyes fixed on the dimly lit elevator exterior, their bodies tense, not daring to step out of there.

Just now, one of the bodyguards was already captured and disappeared into the darkness.

They don't want to be the next one.

"What did Zhang Xiangui say? Did he agree or not?" President Qian asked with difficulty.

"That bastard Zhang Xiangui has already agreed to send that guy Yang Jian to rescue us, but on the condition that a contract be signed on the spot." President Qin's face was grim, whether from fear or resentment was unclear.

"This guy really knows how to pick his timing. Ten billion it is, let's sell it to him. This place is haunted, the house will definitely never sell in the future. Selling it now might not be a bad thing. Just consider it an investment loss, a loss of a few hundred million, we can afford to lose that much money." President Qian said, trembling.

"That's what I think too," President Qin said.

"Tap, tap tap."

At that moment, a clear sound of footsteps came again from the darkness ahead.

At the same time, a bright lamp lit up in the darkness. Although it flickered like a candle in the wind, the light never went out.

And as time goes by, it's getting closer and closer to this side.

"Wh-what is that?" Everyone's nerves tightened again.

My body involuntarily recoiled backward.

They were pressed tightly against the metal wall of the elevator, terrified that the horrific scene from before would repeat itself.

"Please don't be nervous, it's me."

As the light drew closer, Yang Jian emerged from the darkness, holding his phone and turning on its flashlight.

"It's only been a dozen minutes, and the two bosses don't recognize me?"

"You, you are Yang Jian?" President Qin's eyes narrowed, somewhat incredulous.

He didn't understand why Yang Jian was coming from the front; shouldn't he have come down from the top of the elevator?

"Mr. Zhang asked me to take you away from here, but on the condition that you sign this contract."

Yang Jian, "If you two have no further questions, please sign as soon as possible. This place is very dangerous. If we stay even a minute longer, I can't guarantee that something unexpected might happen."

As he spoke, he walked over and handed over two contracts.

President Qin's hands trembled as he accepted the document. He took out his pen, ready to sign, but just as he was about to put pen to paper, he suddenly looked up at Yang Jian.

"I'll pay you double what Zhang Xiangui gave you, as long as you don't sign this contract, you just need to take us out of this godforsaken place."

"Yes, President Qin is right. Name your price."

Yang Jian paused for a moment, then laughed and said, "Don't waste your time. You can't afford the price Mr. Zhang offered."

"How could we not afford it? Zhang Xiangui's net worth is only a few billion. The two of us combined are worth more than that guy. Fifty million, how about I give you fifty million?" President Qin said hurriedly, trying to persuade Yang Jian.

"Fifty million? I just bought this sales office for fifty million. You don't really think I'm a penniless pauper who's never seen money before, do you? You think you can get rid of me with fifty million?" Yang Jian smiled mockingly.

Thanks to myself.

After several business transactions, the business grew larger and larger, starting from hundreds of thousands, then millions, and finally hundreds of millions.

Yang Jian's vision is broadening step by step.

He is no longer the naive student who just graduated from school.

"Then name your price? Anything we can afford is fine," said President Qin.

Yang Jian, "I'll give you two one more minute to think it over. If you still don't sign, I'm leaving, and you can prepare to die here. I can feel that thing coming again."

"Two hundred million, how about that?"

"Fifty seconds left."

"Four hundred million, I'll give you four hundred million, is that alright? A full four hundred million, enough for you to live a life of luxury and wealth."

"Forty seconds left." Yang Jian looked at his phone, giving them no choice.

Cold sweat poured down President Qin's face, and his complexion grew increasingly pale.

He desperately hoped to persuade Yang Jian to take him away from here, but Yang Jian remained completely unmoved.

He offered hundreds of millions, yet he didn't waver in the slightest.

If they raise the price again, we might as well sign this contract.

"President Qin, if you won't sign, I will. Losing a few hundred million is nothing; losing my life is what truly means losing everything."

President Qian was standing to the side, snatched the contract and quickly signed his name on it.

"Is this okay?"

Yang Jian glanced at the contract. "You're a cunning fellow. You forgot to sign this part, so the contract is invalid. Are you trying to trick me into rescuing you?"

President Qian's expression changed, and he hurriedly apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was scared and forgot for a moment."

"Keep playing, it's fine, I have plenty of time, but that thing is getting impatient." Yang Jian suddenly glanced at the darkness behind him.

Another footstep sounded.

Unlike his footsteps, this sound was strange, like someone walking on tiptoe.

"Give it to me, I'll sign it." Startled, President Qin didn't dare argue any longer and immediately signed his name, showing no intention of forging anything.

President Qian, who was standing to the side, had no choice but to sign his name.

"Is this... is this okay?"

Yang Jian the contract, glanced at it, and said, "No problem, come with me."

He was completely unmoved, which almost made me laugh.

They were fooled so easily.

Indeed, there's a method to making money.

"Just... leave like this? Will anything happen?"

President Qin trembled, hesitant to step out of the dimly lit elevator.

"If you don't leave, staying here will only mean waiting to die," Yang Jian. "That's all I have to say. If you want to stay here, I won't force you."

After saying that, he turned and walked into the darkness.

"Wait, wait a minute."

How could they dare to stay here? With Yang Jian leading the way, they followed despite their immense fear.

The further you go, the fainter the darkness becomes.

The surroundings gradually became brighter.

They didn't get very far in the end.

They suddenly realized that they had somehow ended up at the entrance of Guangjiang Residential Area.

It's no longer in the sales office.

Shocked, astonished, incredulous.

This is completely a supernatural phenomenon.

When she looked at Yang Jian again, the contempt in her eyes was gone, replaced by a strange sense of awe.

Awe of the unknown and the mysterious.