Chapter 392: How to own five buildings

There was a brief commotion in front of the sales office of the new building in Area C. Like a swarm of disturbed bees, the crowd gathered quickly around the half-opened door of the sales office.

Xiaodong was so shocked by the crowd that he retreated into the door, hung chains on the door to stop them from rushing in and shouted in panic: "Keep order, everyone! Tomorrow our department will give you a solution!

In fact, she didn't know what the solution was, she was just pushed out to solve the problem by the sales foreman above her with an ugly look on her face, and up to now Xiaodong didn't know exactly what had happened.

She, like these people, sleepily stayed up all night waiting for the deeds to go under, when suddenly she found the finance department in a panicked mess, shouting that the money was suddenly gone, and then a blood-red countdown suddenly appeared on the house outside.

Xiaodong looked from the sales office at the new building towering in the dark, and she just had a vague feeling that these people in front of her might not get their hands on the house.

Some of the people in the crowd blocking the door had lost their shoes, but no one cared, they were jumping barefoot and shouting.

"Why do we have to wait until tomorrow to get it done?!"

"What's happened to the building!"

Intense and tense questioning was heard in the darkness of the night, with paper balls and stones being thrown angrily at Xiaodong.

"What's with the door! Say it! Why don't you say what's going on!"

"You know how to hide when things go wrong! Open the door and let us in!"

Xiaodong clutched her sales office uniform as she jammed the door to prevent anyone from entering, bowing repeatedly and apologizing, her eyes turning red little by little, speaking with a sobbing tone in her voice.

"On behalf of the entire property, I would like to say sorry to you all."

The director of the sales department asked her not to open the door and let people in, but also asked her to apologise on behalf of the group and to calm down the anger of the slaves.

If it doesn't calm down, something will happen and she will be fired, and her salary will be docked for the month.

She needed the job so much that she chose to let the group still vent their anger at her, bowing over 90 degrees, bowing over 90 degrees and apologising over and over again, with her head bowed down, fighting back the pain and tears.

"A sorry doesn't help! Do you know how much I've paid for this house!" Someone cried out tearfully, "I worked so fucking hard until I was about to die suddenly, afraid to eat anything, afraid to use anything, working so hard to save money just to have a place to sleep in this city where I wouldn't be evicted!"

"Get the hell out of here! Let C Dong out! He's the acting developer!"

Finally someone trembled and whispered the answer that scared everyone too much to admit: "C Dong won't run away with the money and let the building rot, will he?"

This statement was like a drop of water in boiling oil, stirring up a discussion among all.

"No way, C Dong is so rich, he won't roll up our money!"

"There have been rotten buildings in E, and B. The acting developers of these two areas are also very rich ......"

"I thought it was a floor construction issue?"

"But in the end, pushing these rotten buildings to be re-built, saying that the money has been spent on construction materials, and not paying out any money to those house slaves who originally bought the houses ......"

"Troubled house slaves all killed by patrols, bodies sent to hospital in split auction to mortgage rotten buildings ......"

The group of people who were ready to make a scene heard this in unison and looked with a desperate, pleading gaze at Xiaodong who was standing inside the door of the sales office, blocking them with chains: "...... You just told us to come over tomorrow to continue waiting for the certificate, we shouldn't be a rotten building, right? "

Xiaodong slowly lifted herself up and folded her arms in front of her, biting her lower lip and taking a long time to squeeze out a smile, "No guys."

"It's just that there were so many house sales this time that they needed to be processed in bulk, so it was delayed."

"If Ming, doesn't come down tomorrow ......" Xiaodong gave a deep bow to everyone as she deadpanned her tiger to restore calm to her shaky voice and lied with a sweet smile, "It should come down this week or next week should be down too."

"Please go back and be patient."

Xiaodong lifted herself up to look at everyone, her mouth was smiling but tears were slipping from the corners of her eyes, "Everyone will surely get their home!"

As if realising what was happening, the group stood in silence for a long, long time in front of Xiaodong, who was weeping and trying to smile at the sales office, when suddenly one man forced a forced and self-defeating smile onto his face and walked in the direction of the new building, muttering to himself.

"I told you, it's better to be reliable and low-risk when buying a house in C."

"Just wait? Tomorrow is tomorrow, a week is a week, two weeks is two weeks, it's not like I can't afford to wait for that long ......"

"I'll go and have a look, I'll just have a look at my future house and go back and wait honestly."

The man, muttering to himself and in a trance, stumbled inside the new building under construction, climbing up one floor at a time, followed at some point by a silent group of occupants who had also bought houses in this development.

In silence, without a word, they climbed up from the ground floor, where there were no concrete steps at all in some parts of the development and only concrete and steel frames in others on the upper floors, dragging their families up these dangerous building supports with their children and wives, and then searching in turn from a pile of concrete bases that had not yet been labeled with house numbers, still talking naturally to each other.

"I'm 1305, I think this is it?"

"I looked at the floor plan and I think yours is this one, I'm 1304."

They stood in a cramped concrete house with only one grossly built-up structure, only a dozen or twenty square feet, and reached out to cautiously touch the four walls of the house, their eyes lit up with a very faint, tiny light: the

"It's not like a rotten building can't be lived in if they don't repossess it, right?"

Someone standing on the edge of a house with four permeable sides, looking down on the darkened ground of Area C. The only thing lit up was the sales building, and the top floors of the surrounding houses, and looking out into the distance, one could only see a very faint outline of the moon in the distance, and the all-night, brightly lit working area of the city centre.

The moon's bright light reflected in his eyes, a little white light so shaky that it seemed like tears.

"It's beautiful." The man looked up at the night sky, propped up against the empty wall and murmured, "I've lived in the cemetery room for so long, does it turn out that the moon is visible at night from the ground?"

"I'd forgotten what the moon looked like."

"It's so nice to live in a house so high up that you can look up and see the sun during the day and the moon at night."

The light in his eyes quickly died out and he spoke in a tone as light as smoke, scattered by the night breeze: "It's a pity I can't afford a house this high."

"Such a beautiful moon, a lowly citizen like me, probably only deserves to see it once in my life."

He moved a step outwards with his toes on the unenclosed edge of the house, then slowly, shakily, opened his hands slightly in the icy night air, then closed his eyes and leaned forward to collapse into the pitch blackness of the night.

Area E, in the cemetery.

On the 18th floor, Mu Sicheng wiped the sweat from the corner of his forehead, let out a long breath and turned his head to Bai Liu with a rather smug look, shaking the cemetery property certificate from his hand: "I'm efficient, right?"

"Pretty good." Bai Liu smiled as he took it before the system beep immediately sounded.

[System Alert: Congratulations to player Bai Liu for soon acquiring ownership of Cemetery Building 0812 in Area E.]

[We are still short of the entrance and ownership of the cemetery room on the floor where the headstone is located.

Bai Liu raised his eyes and looked round at everyone: "Get out, just short of ownership of the cemetery room at the entrance."

Tang Erda couldn't resist asking, "Are you going to rob that 17 year old of his cemetery room?"

"No, exchange." Bai Liu smiled and looked at Tang Erda for a moment, " Captain Tang where isn't there a murder house property deed that is much better than this cemetery room? Let the boy live in it after we deal with it tonight."

"We exchanged the deed to the murder house property with him for the deed to the cemetery house."

Bai Liu smiled, " Captain Tang go and swap with him."

Tang Erda gave a pause: "Thank you."

Bai Liu smiles, "You're welcome."

As the group made their way outside, Tang Erda hesitated and backed up to Bai Liu, who was walking at the end of the line, and put his head down and frowned in Bai Liu's ear, "Bai Liu, you said earlier that the path they took in Russell Cemetery had a horror element that had not been discovered. "

"First, the corpses of dead developers, according to the setting of this city, it should be that the higher ranked citizens who die and mutate into monsters with higher attack power, the monsters that developers transform into should not be that easy to handle."

Bai Liu continued upwards without looking away, "One more thing, I'm not sure, but if I were the designer of this game I would have designed it that way to increase the horror and path difficulty."

Tang Erda's brow grew furrowed: "How do you design it?"

Bai Liu spoke without a ripple, "If, as you suspect, the Sunshine Property is a projection of this copy landing in reality, then according to what has happened on the Sunshine Property in reality, the odds are that the money the developers here took in should not be in their own hands, but transferred out indiscriminately for their next investment, and arresting the developers or killing them would only lead to One thing-"

"-that's what sucks."

Bai Liu looked sideways and raised his eyes to Tang Erda: "And what the rotten building has led to in reality is clear to you and me."

Tang Erda was quiet for two seconds before he spoke slowly, word for word, "You're saying that the residents of these rotten buildings commit suicide."

Bai Liu nodded calmly, "Well, the odds are that after the suicides these residents will turn into ghosts, and if I'm right, the hate value of these ghosts will be pulled on the head of the player who killed the developer, the new developer. "

"If those two men from Russell Cemetery did kill the developer." Bai Liu looked at Tang Erda blandly and levelly, "If they don't succeed in stopping the residents of the rotten building from killing themselves, then they should subsequently be hunted to death by the ghosts that jumped from the rotten building."

Zone C.

Two wretched figures moved quickly through the darkness, their faces variously bruised, running against the night wind gritting their teeth like mad, carrying pockets of ID cards in their hands.

He and Shi Qian had just gone out to rob, but after robbing for an hour, they were nowhere near enough to make up the 60 billion, and now they had to run towards the new building near the end of the hour.

Yuan Guang also did not understand why he had to run that way, obviously everything had become settled, the system had already informed him that the rotten building had become a rotten building, even if he ran there and kept a dead eye on that building, he could not change six hundred billion on him to save the people living in it out of thin air.

-- just as it is in reality.

But ......

But ......

He knew what would happen when a rotten building was produced.

Even if nothing changes, even if the people here are just a bunch of data, a bunch of meaningless NPCs.

And he couldn't do it watching them desperately, one by one, jumping down from above!

He's seen enough!!!

Yuan Guang was running so fast he couldn't breathe, his lips were saucy, and his hands shook in the wind like two feeble noodles before the extreme speed of his run.

Why do people need a house to survive?

He had asked himself this question countless times, when he was sleeping, when he couldn't sleep, when he was working, when he was working late -

--And asks Uncle Wang when he nearly jumps off the edge of his rotten house and is pulled back and slapped twice.

Uncle Wang scolded him, "Didn't you say that your mother had never lived in a nice house in her life after your father left, and you must earn her a flat? What, are you in such a hurry to go down to see your father and live with him in a small flat?"

"I'm over thirty, I'll be over sixty if I pay off my mortgage for thirty years, and I don't feel like jumping off here." Uncle Wang slapped him twice in the face, "How old are you! You have a twenty-year mortgage, so what! You can't pay it back!"

"Twenty years from now, you'll be a good man again, and you'll be able to start all over again and buy your mother a house!"

Uncle Wang clutched his shoulder: " Yuan Guang, don't die, if you die, you'll have nothing."

"Yuan Guang, I can't go on. Wang Shuqi was so haggard that he seemed to have aged thirty years overnight. With his head covered in white, he bowed his head and kneeled in front of Yuan Guang with tears streaming down his face, "Let Uncle Wang play, let Uncle Wang die."

The game is like a big funeral party, where everyone who has ever hugged Yuan Guang and told him not to die ends up saying to him in various ways -

[Little Yuan, I really can't go on, let me die].

But the start of these intensive funeral meetings is just a sparse meeting of homeowners.

The developer sent a team of lawyers to send out a bunch of documents in mixed Chinese with complicated terminology to the owners' group, which not many people could understand.

Yuan Guang carefully posted: [I seem to be able to read a bit ......]

He was then warmly welcomed by all the owners and became [the group leader of the Sunshine Property Owners Group] and for the next while all the representatives sent by the developer pulled the strings.

Whenever the developer asked the owners that this was the only representation you had, the owners would reply in unison.

[We believe in Little Yuan!

It seems that from that time on, this became a simple, unexplained, unexplained and deep-rooted perception of him.

We believe in Little Yuan, so Little Yuan is our hope. We believe in Little Yuan, so Little Yuan cannot give up.

We believe in Little Yuan, so Little Yuan must live well.

Tears flew from the sides of Yuan Guang's eyes as he panted heavily and ran towards the dark, rotting building until he was about to vomit.

In the unsealed residential buildings stood people who were approaching the edge as if they were walking corpses, staring out into the night in a dull trance, as if they were one with the night, without a trace of life.

The same as Uncle Wang, who was about to jump down.

They took a step forward and were poured over the edge of the building in the night like broken clods of earth and stone in silence.

Yuan Guang shouted out in a heartbreaking voice: "Don't die !!!!"

"Dead-!!! There would be nothing left!!!"

Yuan Guang cried out in a snotty voice, "Please live!!!"