Chapter 392: How to own five buildings

The people gathered in front of the sales office of the new development in Area C experienced a brief commotion, and like a swarm of disturbed bees, the crowd quickly gathered around the half-open door of the sales office.

Xiao Dong was shocked by the crowd that swarmed over and shrunk into the door, hanging chains on the door to stop them from rushing in, shouting loudly in panic: "Everyone keep order! We'll have a solution for you tomorrow!

In fact, she did not know what the solution was, she was just being pushed out to solve the problem by the sales department foreman above with an ugly face, until now Xiao Dong did not know exactly what happened.

She's one of those people who stays up sleepily waiting for the deed to come down, and then suddenly finds the finance department in a panic, shouting that the money's suddenly gone, and then suddenly there's a blood-red countdown on the house outside.

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

Some of the people in the crowd who were being held back lost their shoes, but no one cared, they jumped barefoot and yelled in their haste:

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

"What happened to the building!"

Fierce and tense questioning sounds echoed in the darkness of the night, and paper balls and stones were thrown angrily at Xiao Dong:

"Close the door for what! Say it! Why don't you say what happened!"

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

Xiao Dong clutched the uniform of the sales office, she jammed the door to prevent anyone from entering, bowing and apologizing, her eyes turning red little by little, and speaking with a sob in her voice:

"On behalf of the entire building, I say I'm sorry."

The director of the sales department demanded that she not be allowed to open the door and let people in, and at the same time, she was asked to come out and apologize on behalf of the group of house slaves and make sure to calm them down.

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

She needed the job so badly that she chose to remain with the group venting their anger at her, bowing over 90 degrees over and over again with her head down, holding back the pain and tears, and apologizing sincerely over and over again.

"An apology doesn't mean shit! Do you know how much I've paid for this house?" Someone tore their heart out and cried, "I've worked my ass off until I'm about to die of sudden death, I don't dare to eat anything, I don't dare to use anything, I've saved up hard just to have a place to sleep in this city where I won't get kicked out!"

"You fuck off! Let C Dong come out! He's the acting developer!"

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

This statement was like a drop of water in boiling oil, provoking a discussion among all:

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

"There have been bad buildings in E, and B. The agent developers of these two districts are also very rich ......"

"I thought it was a floor construction problem?"

"But in the end, they pushed these crappy buildings to be built all over again, saying that the construction materials had cost all the money, and they didn't pay out any money to those house slaves who originally bought the houses ah ......"

"The troublemaking house slaves were all killed by patrols and their bodies sent to the hospital to be split up and auctioned off to mortgage the rotten loans ......"

Originally ready to make trouble a group of people heard here all together a quiet, with a kind of desperate, with pleading eyes to stand in the door of the sales department, with a chain to block them Xiao Dong : "...... you just let us come over tomorrow to continue to wait for the certificate, we should not be rotten, right? "

Xiao Dong slowly raised herself up, she folded her arms in front of her and bit her lower lip, squeezing out a smile after a long interval, "No guys."

"It's just that the number of home closings this time around was so high that they needed to be processed in large batches, so they were delayed."

"If Akira, doesn't come down tomorrow ......" Xiao Dong gave a deep bow to everyone as she deadpanned her tiger's mouth to bring calm back to her trembling voice and lied with a sweet smile, "This week or next week should come down as well."

"Please go back and be patient."

Xiao Dong lifted herself up to look at all of them, her mouth smiling while tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, "Everyone will definitely get their own home!"

As if realizing something, a group of people stood silently for a long, long time in front of Xiao Dong, who was watering and trying her best to smile at the sales office. Suddenly, one person squeezed a forced and self-deceiving smile on his face, and talked to himself in the direction of the new building:

"Told you? It's better to buy a house in C. Low risk."

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

"I'm going to go ahead and I'll just take a quick look at my future house and go back to waiting honestly."

The man muttered to himself, in a trance, and stumbled inside the new development under construction, one floor at a time, climbing upwards, followed by a silent group of the same occupants who had purchased houses in this development at some point behind him.

Silently, without a word, they worked their way up from the ground floor, where there were no concrete steps at all in some parts of the building, and only concrete and steel frames in some upper floors, dragging their children and wives up these dangerous architectural supports, and then searching in turn through a pile of concrete bases that hadn't yet been labeled with a house number, and talking naturally to each other:

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

"I looked at the floor plans, yours should be this one, I'm 1304."

They stood in the narrow concrete house with only one burr, only ten or twenty square feet, and reached out their hands to carefully flick the four walls of the house, their eyes lit up with a very faint, tiny light:

"Rotten buildings aren't uninhabitable as long as they don't repossess them, right?"

Someone stood on the edge of a four-sided house, overlooking 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, all that could be seen was the outline of a very faint bit of the moon in the distance, and the downtown, all-night, brightly-lit workspace.

The bright light of the moon reflected in his eyes, a bit of white light so wobbly that it seemed tearful.

"It's beautiful." The man looked up at the night sky, propped against the empty wall and muttered, "I've lived in a cemetery room for so long, but it turns out that you can see the moon at night above ground?"

"I'm forgetting what the moon looks like."

"It's 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 went out, and he spoke in a tone so light that it was like smoke, dispersed by the night breeze, "It's a pity that I can't afford such a high house."

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

He moved a step outward with his toes on the unenclosed edge of the house, then slowly, shakily, opened his hands slightly in the cold night air, then closed his eyes as his body fell forward into the darkness of the night.

Section E, in the cemetery.

On the 18th basement floor, Mu Sicheng wiped the sweat from the corners of his forehead, let out a long breath, turned his head to Bai Liu rather proudly, and waved the cemetery's real estate certificate in his hand, "I'm efficient enough, right?"

"Pretty good." Bai Liu smiled and received it before the system beep sounded immediately.

[System prompt: Congratulations to player Bai Liu on his upcoming acquisition of ownership of Cemetery Building 0812 in Area E.]

[We are still missing the entrance, the ownership of the cemetery room on the floor where the tombstone is located, please player Bai Liu continue to work hard!

Bai Liu glanced up and around at all of them, "Get out there, it's just a matter of taking ownership of the cemetery room at the entrance."

Tang Er hit couldn't help but ask, "Are you going to rob that 17 year old kid's cemetery room?"

"No, exchange." Bai Liu smiled and gave Tang Er a beatific look, "Doesn't Captain Tang have a murder house real estate license somewhere that's much better than this cemetery room? Let that kid live in it after we deal with it tonight."

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

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

Tang Er beat the hell out of him: "Thank you."

Bai Liu smiled, "You're welcome."

In the process of the line of people walking outside, Tang Er hit hesitation again and again, he retreated to walk in the back of the last break Bai Liu's side, lowered his head close to Bai Liu's ear in a low voice frowned inquiring: "Bai Liu, you said before the Russell Cemetery that path they took there is a horror element that has not been detected, do you think it could be what? "

"First, the dead developer corpses, according to the settings of this city, it should be that the higher the rank, the higher the attack power of the monsters that are alienated from the death of the citizens, and the monsters that the developers transformed into shouldn't be that easy to deal with."

Bai Liu, with an unblinking eye, continues to say as he moves upward, "One more thing, I'm not sure, but if I were the designer of this game, I would have designed it this way for the sake of ramping up the scares and the difficulty of the paths."

Tang Er hit his brow with a tightening frown, "How is it designed?"

Bai Liu spoke without waves, "If it's the same as you guessed, the Sunshine Property is a projection of this copy landing in reality, then according to what has happened on the Sunshine Property in reality, odds are that the money the developers here have taken in should not be in their own hands but instead have been transferred out indiscriminately to make the next investment, and arresting the developer or killing the developer will only lead to one thing--"

"-that's just rotten."

Bai Liu sidesteps his head and raises his eyes to Tang Er to fight, "And what the rotting building leads to in reality is clear to you and me."

Tang Er hit silence for two seconds before he spoke slowly, word for word, "You're telling me that the residents of these rotten buildings commit suicide."

Bai Liu nodded calmly, "Well, after suicide these residents will most likely turn into ghosts, and if I'm not wrong, the hate value of these ghosts should be pulled on the head of the player who killed the developer, which is the new developer. "

"If those two people in Russell Cemetery really killed the developer." Bai Liu looked at Tang Er fight with a pale, level gaze, "If they don't succeed in stopping the residents of the rotten building from committing suicide, then they should be followed up by the ghosts that jumped down from the rotten building and hunted them to death."

District C.

Two wretched figures were moving quickly in the dark night, their faces were various wounds, running against the night wind like crazy with their teeth clenched, carrying a pocketful of ID cards in their hands.

He and Shi Qian just went out to rob, but after robbing for an hour, they were far from being able to put together sixty billion dollars, and now they are almost at the point where they can only run to the new building side.

Yuan Guang also did not understand why he had to run over there, obviously everything has become settled, the system has informed him that the rotten building has become a rotten building, even if he ran over there and stared at the building, he could not change six billion dollars out of thin air on his body to save the people who live in it.

--just like in reality.

But ......

But ......

He knows what happens when you produce a crappy building.

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 despair, one by one, as they jumped down from the top!

He had seen enough!

Yuan Guang was running so fast he couldn't catch his breath, his lips were purple, and his hands were shaking in the wind like two powerless noodles in front of the extremely fast running speed.

Why do people have to have houses to survive?

It was a question he'd asked himself countless times, in bed, when he couldn't sleep, at work, when he worked overtime-

-Feet on the edge of his rotten house, almost jumped, and was pulled back and slapped twice by Uncle Wang when he asked.

Uncle Wang scolded him, "Didn't you say that after your father left your mom never lived in a good house in her life, and that you must earn her a set? What, are you in such a hurry to rush down to see your father and live in a small suite with him?"

"Paying back the loan is paying back the loan, I'm over thirty, I'll be over sixty if I pay back the loan for thirty years, and I don't feel like jumping from here." Uncle Wang cursed and slapped him twice, "How old are you! So what if you have a twenty-year loan! Can't you 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 mom a house!"

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

"Yuan Guang, I can't stay up any longer." Wang Juqi was so emaciated that it seemed as if he had aged thirty years overnight, his head was full of white flowers, his head bowed and his back was bowed as he knelt in front of Yuan Guang, in tears, "Let Uncle Wang go on the stage, let Uncle Wang die."

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

[Xiao Yuan, I really can't stay up any longer, let me die].

But the beginning of these intensive funeral meetings was just a sparse homeowners' meeting.

The developer sent a team of lawyers to the owners' group to send out a bunch of documents in mixed Chinese with complicated specialized vocabulary, which not many people could understand, so Wang Juqi repeatedly asked in the group if anyone could understand it.

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

So he was warmly welcomed by all the owners and became [the group leader of the Sunshine Property Owners' Group], and in the next period of time all the representatives sent by the developers pulled the wool over the eyes of the developers.

Whenever the developer asks the owners, is this the only representation you have, the owners answer in unison:

[We believe in Yuan!

It seems that from that time on, it became a plain, unexplained, unprovoked and deeply rooted perception of him.

We believe in Xiao Yuan, so Xiao Yuan is our hope, we believe in Xiao Yuan, so Xiao Yuan can't give up.

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

The icy cold wind through his lungs in the midst of his intense running produced a burning sensation as if the air was burning through his body, and tears could not be suppressed as they flew out of the sides of Yuan Guang's eyes, as he gasped for air, and darted towards the darkened, rotting building, until he was on the verge of vomiting,.

Those residential buildings without sealed windows stood as if the walking dead were constantly approaching the edge of the people, their eyes stagnant and trance looking out at the night, as if and the night became one, not the slightest bit of life.

Same as Uncle Wang who was going to jump down.

They took a step forward, and like broken earth and stones in the night, they were dumped silently over the edge of the building.

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

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

Yuan Guang sniveled and howled loudly, "Please live!!!"