Chapter 141

Chapter 141

Over the next two weeks or so, Du Yuwei didn’t contact me again.

I even tried to reach out to Anning, hoping to persuade her to talk some sense into her sister, but Anning wouldn’t pick up my calls either.

Ever since the incident with Su Qian, it seemed like the two sisters had drawn a line in the sand with me.

During those two weeks, Meng Yifan managed to sell several more stigmatized properties.

He truly had a head for business. Although we weren’t making a fortune yet, the profits were significantly higher than when we were selling regular houses.

Song Xiaotian and I were both quite impressed, and we followed his lead in this direction with full commitment.

As we delved deeper into the industry, we realized that there are actually quite a lot of stigmatized properties in a single city-in fact, they are common all across the country.

In a narrow sense, a stigmatized property is a house where an unnatural death has occurred. However, for most people, any house where someone has died-even of natural causes-is considered a stigmatized property and viewed as bad luck.

Since buyers see it that way, sellers naturally have to consider the fact that someone died in the house and lower the price to get it sold.

We were open to taking on those kinds of houses as well.

The current problem was that our shop lacked reputation. Owners of houses where deaths had occurred often struggled to sell them on their own, and they didn’t know there was an agency like ours that specialized in stigmatized properties.

Consequently, we had to advertise online and hand out flyers on the streets. This added a lot to our workload, and Meng Yifan, the boss, was busy from morning until night.

Sometimes we couldn’t even head home until eleven or twelve at night.

Aside from the three of us, there were only four employees left in the shop: Xie Peng, Li Xingyang, and another man and woman who had been with the shop for two years.

These four were the ones who had stuck by Meng Yifan through thick and thin.

Even so, we were short-staffed and overwhelmed. Recruiting was difficult; as soon as applicants heard we dealt with stigmatized properties, they thought it was bad luck and backed out.

One day.

We closed another deal on a stigmatized property.

We had just taken a client to see the house that morning, and he had already paid the deposit.

However, the house hadn’t been “cleared” yet. There was a ghost inside, a lingering soul that refused to depart.

If it hadn’t been broad daylight, we wouldn’t have dared to take a client inside at all.

The house had a great layout. The prospective buyer was a young man who was planning to get married soon. His girlfriend was insisting he buy a house, claiming she wouldn’t marry him otherwise.

But how could a young man afford a house? His family was working-class; even after emptying their life savings, they barely had enough for a down payment.

Fortunately, he had passed by our storefront, stepped inside for a look, and taken a fancy to this particular property. After visiting the site this morning, he put down a thousand-yuan deposit on the spot.

The house was indeed a bargain. Its normal market value was around 900,000 yuan, but the owner was willing to sell it for 300,000. We were selling it to the young man for 500,000.

With a total price of 500,000, the down payment was only 150,000. The house became affordable, the wedding could proceed, and the young man was naturally overjoyed, even saying he wanted to treat us to dinner sometime.

We stood to make a 200,000 yuan profit on the deal. As for why we could make that much and why the owner was willing to sell for only 300,000, it was primarily because the house was particularly “unlucky.”

A tragedy had occurred there three years ago-a poisoning case. A wife had poisoned her husband.

The man who died was a middle-aged man named Huang Haiquan.

Huang Haiquan and his wife had two daughters. They were originally a happy family of four.

But as the number of children grew, so did the expenses. Huang Haiquan had to go out to find work to earn money.
He was gone for several years, only returning home once a year for the Lunar New Year.

But when a couple lives apart for too long, their feelings inevitably fade. During one of his holiday visits, he overheard neighbors gossiping, claiming his wife frequently brought other men home.

If it had been just one person, Huang Haiquan naturally wouldn’t have believed it. But when everyone was saying the same thing, he had no choice but to face the truth.

However, he was a simple, honest man. Even knowing his wife was unfaithful, he didn’t dare confront her-perhaps because he didn’t want to see his family fall apart.

In the end, he decided to stop working away from home and stayed behind to accompany his wife and children.

About six months later, his wife became pregnant again. Huang Haiquan was naturally overjoyed. He believed that since she was giving him another child, they could mend their relationship and start over.

To support them, Huang Haiquan worked himself to the bone. He held down two jobs during the day and drove a night taxi, enduring immense hardship.

But when the third child was born, Huang Haiquan was stunned. The baby wasn’t his; his wife had conceived with another man.

At that point, someone suggested that Huang Haiquan check if his two older daughters were even his own flesh and blood.

This man wasn’t just a cuckold; he was a tragic joke. When the results came back, he discovered that the two daughters he had raised for over a decade weren’t his either. One belonged to his wife’s first love, and the other to an ex-boyfriend.

To be honest, any man facing such a situation would be driven to murder.

But Huang Haiquan was too honest-honest to the point of weakness. He rationally chose to use the law as his weapon and prepared to sue his wife.

Tragically, before he could even file the lawsuit, he was poisoned by his wife and her lover.

In an even more dramatic twist, the first person to find Huang Haiquan’s body after the poison took effect was his eldest daughter. Unaware of the truth behind the scene, she immediately called the police.

Following a police investigation, both Huang Haiquan’s wife and her lover were arrested. The wife was executed, and the lover was convicted of instigating the crime; he is still serving his sentence in prison.

Since Huang Haiquan’s house was pre-marital property, it was inherited by his immediate family-his elder brother-after his death, as his parents had already passed away.

However, after Huang Haiquan died, his Ghost refused to depart. His was a violent, unnatural death, and he died harboring immense resentment. This man, who had been honest to the point of cowardice in life, became terrifyingly aggressive in death.

He was now a Fierce Ghost, which made things very difficult.

You can’t talk sense into a spirit with that much resentment.

The moment we summoned him, he didn’t say a word. He immediately possessed Meng Yifan and started attacking us.

Both Song Xiaotian and I sustained some injuries before we finally managed to tie Meng Yifan up.

Now, Huang Haiquan was trapped inside Meng Yifan’s body. I had placed one of Old Zhao Seven’s Talismans on him to keep Huang Haiquan from escaping for the time being.

If he got out and possessed Song Xiaotian next, I’d be a dead man. Even if Old Zhao Seven arrived then, it wouldn’t be enough to save me.

“When exactly is the Seventh Master getting here?”

After finishing with the ropes, Song Xiaotian slumped to the ground, completely drained of strength.

I told him Old Zhao Seven was still on his way and was likely stuck in traffic.

“Huang Haiquan, we’re here to help you. Carrying on like this isn’t going to solve anything.”

I looked at the spite-filled face of ‘Meng Yifan’ and tried my best to reason with him. “Your wife has been executed, and her lover is in prison. The police have already avenged you. What unfulfilled wish do you still have?”

“If you have a request, just say it. Stop slapping people! My face is already swollen because of you!”