The building in front of him gave Bian Baixian a very bad feeling, but when he thought of what he had found, he still walked in with his head held high. Flash Dance

It was a very old building, with houses on both sides, and only one corridor connecting the houses, and the hallway was equipped with yellow light bulbs, so that everything the eye could see looked like yellowed old photographs.

Bian Baixian came to the end of the corridor, went up the stairs, and walked all the way to the 4th floor, the room number of the man who jumped off the building was good, and 418 was going to die.

Reaching out and grabbing the doorknob, a cold air rushed straight to the door of his head along his wrist, Bian Baixian was shocked, and then with a force, he held the doorknob and pressed it down, and the door opened.

In the room, a tall and inch-headed man was forcing a woman into the corner, and kept laughing and laughing: "What are you afraid of, I'm afraid that Lao Tzu won't give you money, you look at Lao Tzu's gold chain, it's thicker than your fingers! Look at Lao Tzu's watch, a watch is hundreds of thousands! You can sell it for a lifetime for 100 yuan, and it's only enough for Lao Tzu to buy a watch." ”

The woman said with a crying voice: "Then you are so rich, why do you still live in such a place?"

"Hahaha, stupid woman, I haven't seen it, tell you that this is a treasure house, as long as you live here, Lao Tzu can make a fortune, make a fortune! Come, give Lao Tzu a mouth, make me comfortable, and immediately give you 180,000 yuan to wish you out of the sea of suffering." 35xs”

Then I saw the inch-headed man press the woman down, and then there was an indescribable babbling sound in the room, and when the inch-headed man was halfway through his breath, he suddenly turned his head to look at Bian Baixian and said, "Brother, do you want to get rich too?"

Bian Baixian frowned, closed the door, he looked down at the stack of papers he was holding in his hand, and turned to the second page, which was the photo of the inch-headed man.

"Tan Heizi, the previous tenant, lived for eight months, was originally just a laborer, and the balance in the bank card was 13.71 million when he died...... There are more than 10 million yuan and they are looking for 100 yuan a night, which shows that some things are really engraved in their bones, and they can't be changed even if they have money. ”

A minute later, Bian Baixian pushed open the door again, and at this time, it was no longer a strong man and the woman in the room, but an old lady.

She wears a silk dress, gold-rimmed glasses, ten fingers full of precious stone rings, sits in a leather wheelchair studded with diamonds, and on her lap lies a Persian cat with an emerald necklace around her neck, and the main pendant is an emerald the size of a pigeon's egg.

What is even more surprising is that there are more than a dozen cats lying or lying on the ground next to the old lady, each with priceless jewelry.

The old lady held the phone in her hand and said, "You want to come and see me? Why didn't any of you want to come and see me when I had no money to eat?" I tell you, yes, I am rich now, but I would rather use my money to raise cats and dogs, and I will not give you cats and dogs anything inferior to them!"

Hanging up the phone, the old lady looked up at Bian Baixian, and said with a smile: "Young man, do you want to make money?"

Bian Baixian closed the door, retreated back into the corridor, and turned over the information in his hand again. Flash Dance

"Wang Meilian, the last tenant, lived for a year and three months, originally just a five-guarantee household who was disgusted by her children and had no one to support, but when she died, her bank deposits were as high as more than 30 million. Would you rather have a cat than a man? ”

Then Bian Baixian opened the door a few more times, and each time the tenants who appeared behind the door were different, the only thing they had in common was that they were all rich!

Finally, when the door was opened for the last time, there was no one inside, only an old house with mottled walls, and Bian Baixian showed a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, and walked in with his feet raised.

The house is an outdated rectangular architectural model, starting with a boxy living room, followed by a bedroom, a kitchen and dining room, and a toilet at the end.

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