Fairyland, Big Problem

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The down-and-out man fell on the edge of the pool, and the evil creature returned to the pool again, showing no interest in him.

What's this called... Gui is not charged?

After crying for a while, the man covered in mud got up, walked out of the weeds, rode the shared bicycle lying on the side of the road, and returned to Changle City.

"What's happening here?"

Wen Jiu was puzzled.

In normal times, the inducement talisman would have been thrown out long ago to clean up the evil things in the 'source of misfortune'.

But the scene in front of me is too special to be judged from a conventional perspective.

The 1-star 'Cause of Disaster' will only appear in extreme circumstances. It is usually evil. Don't be in a hurry to kill it for a while, first try to figure out what's special about it.

The steel-armored crow landed on the edge of the city, and the poor man didn't ride too far, he stopped outside a large number of old buildings in the suburbs, and locked the shared bicycle full of mud.

This shows that his family lives in this area.

For the existence of evil things, the tendency of humans to gather in cities is particularly obvious, and mountain villages far away from cities almost disappear.

In the city, people mostly choose to live in the central circle or in the central circle. The suburbs are either high-end buildings and villas with favorable conditions, or the old urban area is almost uninhabited by the earth buildings.

The down-and-out man raised his footsteps at the entrance of a corridor where the street lights were flickering, and went upstairs at a slow speed.

Wen Jiu waited downstairs for three minutes, and the lights in a room on the fourth floor turned on and quickly went out.

"It's weird."

Followed the other party all the way, still didn't see the slightest clue.

Why are there ordinary people who run to the 1-star "source of trouble" in the middle of the night?

If you want to jump into a pond, you don't even accept evil things.

Looking at the muddy shared bicycle, there is a black thing in the basket.

After approaching it, I took it out. It was a very low-quality men's shoulder bag, about the size of a saliva bestseller in a bookstore, and put some mobile phone wallets and other odds and ends.

There is also a work card, the work unit marked on the back is "Sales Department No. 2 of Jiahao Real Estate", and there is a photo of a down-to-earth man in front of it.

In the photo, he looks younger, without stubble and deep eye circles, with the youthful blood in the early days of college graduation, because he smiled a little stiffly because of the ID photo.

Let the people who come to see smile knowingly.

Name: Lin Wei.

The name was shouted on the street, and the number of people who turned their heads and responded can join two teams to play street basketball on the spot.

Lin Wei's job is the sales manager.

The title of manager is very strange. After the internship period, it is always a manager.

The person who receives customers back and forth in the lobby is called the lobby manager;

The person in charge of answering the phone and saying "I'm sorry, sorry" called the account manager.

There is no way to judge whether he is doing well by the title, but looking at the appearance of the poor man, it must be very bad.

"The Jiahao Real Estate...haven't heard my name."

In the early half of a year, Wen Jiu's field of activities is basically the same as that of the Dark Slayer, and he really has no knowledge of real estate.

Going upstairs lightly, Wen Jiu threw the men's business shoulder bag at the door of Lin Wei's corresponding room.

Looking up the work location on the mobile phone, Jiahao Real Estate has a total of five locations in Changle City, one of which is the head office.

The location of the second sales department where Lin Wei works is quite familiar, and it belongs to the same office area as the office building where Mu Fengshuang works.

The difference is that the office building is located in the core position of the office area, and the second sales department is only on the side of the road.

"Let's see how this guy works tomorrow."

It's hard to knock on the door in the middle of the night, and I'm not interested in guarding other people's doors in the middle of the night.

The next morning, according to the business hours of the sales department shown on the map, Wen Jiu arrived at his destination ten minutes earlier.

The official business time is 8:00, and various managers of the sales department have lined up outside the door, shouting embarrassing slogans, and their hands are constantly moving.

"Jiahao Jiahao, be proud of me!"

He made exaggerated actions in public, and kept shouting this slogan until the official opening. Wen Jiu was so embarrassed to the ground that he almost dug out a Barbie doll villa on the concrete floor.

The manager shouted slogans under the leadership of the head of the department. It was not until it was time for work that Lin Wei ran out of the sales department out of breath.

"Lin Wei! You're late."

"I..." Lin Wei carefully glanced at the clock hanging in the hall through the floor-to-ceiling glass door.

"There are still three minutes to go to work."

"The staff rules are written clearly. All staff come to the door half an hour early for a dance exercise, and they will be fined 100b for being late!"

"I, but... I don't know what happened last night. I lost my bag. The bus card and mobile phone work permit are all in it."

Wen Jiu put the single-room backpack in front of Lin Wei's house before leaving last night. I didn't expect the security in the old town to be so bad, and it was taken away in the middle of the night.

"Hey, you're the only one who broke things." The head of the department scolded, "Hurry in and apply for a new work permit, and then start working!"

"Yes."

With the shade of the trees beside the green belt, Wen Jiu was even more puzzled when he sat on the bench.

After watching here for half an hour, Lin Wei's performance was normal, and he didn't have the deep resentment he had yesterday.

The thin line of black smoke... still exists, and it doesn't affect his actions at all.

It's almost like the negativity isn't his.

Check it out.

Wen Jiu stood up and entered the second sales department of Jiahao Real Estate, intending to walk in the direction of Lin Wei.

As soon as the customer came to the door, the sales manager hurried up to talk.

"Sir, I'm Manager Lin of Jiahao Properties. Do you need anything?"

The boy in front of him was young and vaguely like a student, but Lin Wei didn't take it lightly.

Having been in the real estate business for three years, he knows that buying a house does not depend on age, but on status.

Anyone who has money can buy it.

"My surname is Wen, and I want to see some small-sized houses, suitable for small families."

Wen Jiu said it decently, the savings in the account are more than 3 million b, which is more than enough to buy an ordinary suite in Changle City.

It's just that Jiang Lang has done his best to live in the courtyard and it's very comfortable~www.readwn.com~ I don't plan to spend most of the time to continue buying a house. I'm just looking for a topic to cut into.

"Mr. Wen, please."

Lin Wei's attitude is very positive, introducing his own experience and understanding of housing prices in Changle City, but Wen Jiu has other plans.

"Manager Lin, your complexion is very bad, and the dark circles under your eyes are a bit exaggerated."

To be honest, even if you don't mention the black smoke and thin lines, Lin Wei's brilliance is terrible, comparable to a programmer who has worked overtime at night for three consecutive months.

"Hey, it's an old problem, I don't know why, I obviously go to rest as early as possible every day and play less computer, but I wake up the next day still sore, and my house is dirty."

"Um?"

Wen Jiu didn't expect Lin Wei to speak so loosely, and he said the abnormality over and over again.

"Don't be afraid, Mr. Wen, this is not an urban legend, I guess it's sleepwalking..."