CHAPTER 27: CHAPTER 27: DEATH GOD’S GAZE

If I remember correctly, Vanke Mansion was built around ’18, the ads were everywhere at that time, even Qi Yun received a flyer.

This community isn’t particularly large, with only 12 buildings in total, but the environment is pretty nice, with birds chirping and flowers in bloom.

After entering the community, Qi Yun was about to ask the security guard for the location of the property management office when a woman approached him.

She was holding a thick stack of documents in one hand and was on the phone with the other, walking briskly in high heels.

Perhaps because she was looking down while talking on the phone, she didn’t notice Qi Yun in front of her and ended up bumping right into his chest.

"Ah!"

The woman exclaimed in surprise, staggered, and was about to fall backward.

Luckily, Qi Yun reacted quickly and instinctively reached out to steady her, preventing her from falling, though the papers she was carrying scattered all over the ground.

"Sorry! Sorry!" The woman quickly lifted her head, steadied herself, and hurriedly apologized.

Qi Yun released her arm and shook his head slightly: "Are you okay?"

The woman said with an apologetic tone: "I’m... I’m fine, sorry, I didn’t see you because I was on the phone."

Qi Yun waved his hand, crouched down to help her gather the scattered papers, and then stood up to hand them over.

A hint of blush crossed the woman’s fair and delicate face as she took the documents and tucked her hair behind her ear, thanking softly, "Thank you!"

Qi Yun nodded and continued walking into the community.

Inside the property management office, the manager was a middle-aged man in his forties. Qi Yun handed him a cigarette and began inquiring about Room 301 in Building 2.

The manager was clearly familiar with this property; hearing half of it, he already understood Qi Yun’s intention.

He said with a complex expression, "Brother, you must have seen the auction information too, right? Many people have come to ask about it these past two months."

"Take my advice, don’t get involved with that property, you might lose your money."

Qi Yun feigned confusion: "Oh? What’s going on?"

"The homeowner isn’t easy to deal with and has been mixing around; I’ve heard he has two other properties elsewhere, all enforced by the court.

Previously, someone bought one of his other properties and ended up being harassed constantly, with threats of paint being splashed at the door or glass being smashed at night — they finally couldn’t take it anymore and sold at a low price."

The manager sighed: "That’s why I advise you not to buy his property, or else you’ll face endless trouble."

Qi Yun nodded: "I see, so how is the property?"

"The property is quite nice, with fine decoration. It was once lived in by a woman for a while before she moved out."

"Alright, thank you."

After understanding the situation, Qi Yun thanked the manager and turned to leave.

Checking the time, it was almost five o’clock. He went to a pavilion in the community to wait for the auction to start.

All aspects of this property were good, with nearby malls, schools, and hospitals complementing it perfectly. Now, with no worries, purchasing it would mean profit.

Qi Yun lit a cigarette and waited quietly.

The auction started promptly at 5 o’clock, unsurprisingly, there were few participants.

The starting bid was 362,200, and Qi Yun directly bid 363,000.

After finishing a cigarette, no one else bid besides him, so Qi Yun didn’t pay further attention.

The auction would last for 24 hours, he’d just check again tomorrow.

But given the circumstances, it’s likely nobody would step up to compete with him.

...

Back in Xia Ping Village, everyone selling goods gradually returned.

Qi Yun invited everyone to the same restaurant from last night for a meal, spending 485 yuan.

The others sold about the same quantity of frozen shrimp as yesterday, but Qi Yun’s side sold 200 more items.

In total, they received 363,000 yuan, Qi Yun shared 172,500 yuan.

After everyone left, Qi Yun lay on the bed and checked his mobile bank balance, which was now at 322,000.

Today, the bank also replied, if he repaid the debt in full at once, they would try to waive the interest and penalty, leaving him to pay only 150,000 of the principal.

This was undoubtedly good news, saving more than 60,000 yuan.

Putting down the phone, Qi Yun picked out a set of autumn clothes and underwear to get ready for a bathhouse visit.

As soon as he reached the entrance of the bathhouse, he heard a burst of laughter from the massage shop opposite.

Looking up, he saw the massage shop door ajar, with dim lighting inside and a few scantily dressed women laughing around a man.

At the shop’s entrance, a charming middle-aged woman was smoking, her golden curls particularly striking.

She noticed Qi Yun on the opposite side, a shrewd glint in her eyes, followed by a faint smile as she blew a smoke ring toward him.

"Qi Yun, coming to bathe so late? Come to my shop for a massage afterward."

Qi Yun showed a bitter smile; every time he came for a bath, he was flirted with by Sister Xia.

Though he’s never visited her shop, Skinny and his pals have said before that despite the dim and suggestive atmosphere, Sister Xia’s shop only offers spiritual entertainment and pure massage.

Thus, after being deceived once, the younger ones never went back.

In contrast, someone like Old Wang, who enjoys such spiritual exchanges, remains enthused.

Qi Yun was about to politely decline when footsteps suddenly sounded behind him, followed by a chill on his back.

As if being stared at by the Grim Reaper.

"Ahem!"

Turning his head, he saw Old Wang appear unexpectedly, glaring at him sternly.

Qi Yun smiled awkwardly and quickly entered the bathhouse.

After he left, Old Wang replaced with an ingratiating expression, smiling as he approached Sister Xia.

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[Time remaining until next information update 1 minute]

[Today’s information (red): Manager Sun from Nanhua Textile Factory’s Procurement Department received a task to customize 4,500 uniforms for factory employees.]

After reading the information, Qi Yun immediately had a flash of inspiration.

Since the apple incident last time and dealing with Manager Sun, he felt the person was decent and upright.

If he visited, there might be a chance to secure the order.

Coincidentally, Brother Peng’s factory specializes in clothing, business has been bleak these past two years, and he sold the house he used to live in just to keep the factory running.

If he could land this business, it could help relieve some pressure.

With New Year’s holiday approaching in a few days, it’s best to secure this deal early and sign the contract before the year-end.

Thinking of this, he immediately called Brother Peng.

"Hello, old Qi." On the other end, Brother Peng’s voice sounded weary, accompanied by a child’s cries and a woman’s curses, vividly painting the scene.

No matter how loving a couple once was, life’s trivialities gradually wear down their patience.

Qi Yun tentatively asked, "Should I call you tomorrow instead?"

There was a brief silence before the response: "No need, go ahead."