Yue Xingxing took out a recording pen.
"I recorded everything just now as proof, it’s a safeguard for us."
Qiang Xin raised an eyebrow, "You guys are really cautious, even recording."
"Better safe than sorry."
Qiang Xin rolled his eyes, "Whatever, let’s go with your plan. You transfer the money over, and I’ll take you to transfer the property now."
Both sides signed, then headed to the bank for the transaction.
Yue Qingqing took out a card specially prepared by Er-Brother, and the group imdiately went to the VIP room on the second floor, conveniently avoiding the queue.
The transaction went smoothly.
Qiang Xin was finally at ease, he specifically checked the amount on the card, overjoyed in his heart.
After all these years, he finally got the money back.
Though it had depreciated sowhat, it was still within an acceptable range.
Better than those outside who cried and couldn’t sell their houses at all.
In fact, there was another important reason for Qiang Xin’s eagerness to sell.
He really noticed that sothing was wrong with this neighborhood, he was practically an eyewitness to the incidents.
When various rumors initially caused a sudden drop in property prices, many hoowners banded together seeking to help themselves.
Among them, a few hoowners contacted a TV station, hoping to arrange for so people to stay there and film all day.
To prove the rumors of hauntings were unfounded.
Qiang Xin, being brave, moved in as one of the people.
But he encountered sothing strange that very night.
Back then, the developer hadn’t cut off water and electricity yet. That night, Qiang Xin moved into the newly renovated house, sweaty from moving his luggage.
Seeing it was late, he planned to shower and sleep, ready to handle the filming for the TV station the next day.
Standing under the showerhead, Qiang Xin wet his hair, closed his eyes, and grabbed the shampoo from the side, squeezing so onto his head and rubbing it in.
Soon, bubbles ford between his fingers, but the more he rubbed, the more sothing didn’t feel right; he only felt the texture between his fingers being sticky and rough, nothing like shampoo.
Squinting, he lifted his hand to take a look, finding it covered in dark red bloodstains, frightening him so much he slipped and fell.
To make matters worse, the drain next to him began to bulge upward.
Initially, it looked like a ssy clump of hair, but it slowly erged more and more, the amount of hair comparable to a wig.
As it crawled out, it slowly moved toward him.
Qiang Xin was so scared that he shut his eyes tight and fainted.
The next day, he was awakened by a knocking at the door.
Qiang Xin looked down, finding he’d lain all night on the bathroom tiles.
After finally getting himself sorted, he opened the door to see the TV station people outside. Qiang Xin couldn’t suppress his inner fear, made up an excuse, and postponed the filming.
After this incident, Qiang Xin fell seriously ill, not knowing if he had encountered sothing dirty or if it was because he’d spent a freezing night bare naked.
But upon returning to his original residence, he found out that all those involved in the filming had left in the end.
Everyone tacitly agreed not to ntion the reasons, but people outside guessed sothing, and the rumors beca even more rampant.
After transferring the house completely to a few people at the property managent office, Qiang Xin handed over the keys to them.
The smile on his face was as bright as could be.
"Finally, the house is sold," Qiang Xin laughed heartily, "I’m not afraid to tell you now, you better not move in, because—"
"There really is a ghost inside!"
Qiang Xin laughed a few more tis, causing Yue Xiaohu to feel like punching him.
"Are you crazy? Why not go to the hospital for treatnt earlier?"
Qiang Xin jumped three feet high.
"Finally got rid of this hot potato, thanks a lot."
He’s not worried at all about Yue Qingqing and the others backing out now, as they had just signed that darn agreent, and there’s no backing out now.
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