It has been three days since Sister Feng settled their lives, and now Zhou Sheng is walking in the corridor of the building.

There are also many Sister Feng moving furniture, they have a smile on their faces, beads of sweat dripping from the corners of their foreheads, and there is less rouge and gouache on their faces, but they are more simple and hardworking.

They would greet Zhou Sheng warmly after seeing him, not only because of his identity as the son-in-law of the Jiang Group, but also because of their heartfelt gratitude.

Zhou Sheng has placed a group of people and also obtained a lot of merits, and the purpose of his coming today is Wang Fatzi, who is located in Room 603 on the 6th floor.

He is the backbone of all landlords, and he is also the leader of the refusal to sign the agreement, as long as he helps him solve the problem and the evacuation of the building is completed.

"You don't understand people, right, I won't sign without 8 million, if you have the ability, you will come to demolish it!"

The corridor was full of Wang Fatman's low and rude shouting, and when Zhou Sheng came upstairs, he saw a young man in a suit and leather shoes walking down with a dirty face.

Xiao Young didn't know Zhou Sheng, nor did he know that Zhou Sheng was the son-in-law of the Jiang Group, so he spat angrily on the ground and said, "8 million is crazy for money!" ”

Seeing Zhou Sheng looking over, he said angrily: "Look at what!" He walked briskly down the stairs.

Zhou Sheng shook his head, the young man now has a really big temper.

"Boom... Boom... Boom..."

The door was opened by a fat man in his 20s, sloppy, his hair was in a clump of hair, his white vest was camouflage, and the sauce dripped onto his clothes from somewhere, and he didn't wash or change it.

"Who are you?" Although Wang Fatzi was very impatient, he had a kind smile.

He can communicate with the people of the Jiang Group, and is even very good at talking, but there is only one condition, and the 8 million demolition money is not a cent less. Many residents in this building are looking forward to Wang Fatzi and have quoted high prices.

"My name is Zhou Sheng."

Only then did Wang Fatzi react, and the young man in front of him was the son-in-law of the Jiang Group who was spreading all the rage in the building.

He immediately put on a flattering smile, opened the door and invited Zhou Sheng to come in for a cup of tea.

Zhou Sheng used his spare eyes to see that the house was full of household garbage, and there were high-stacked instant noodle boxes on the table, and a sour smell of rotting food hit his face.

He immediately shook his head in refusal, signaling them to talk in the hallway.

"What's the demand?"

Wang Fatzi's smile was more flattering and greedy: "1000w, I will move away immediately, without ambiguity." ”

Zhou Sheng was stunned, he heard 800w in the corridor just now, how could it become 1000w when he got here. It's still easy to bully for your own face, right?

"You can talk to the relevant responsible personnel about the demolition compensation. I'm here to ask you to leave the building with the other landlords and live in a different tunnel for the time being. ”

As soon as Wang Fatzi heard Zhou Sheng's words, the smile on his face immediately retracted, and he said with an impatient face: "I knew that you capitalists didn't have any good fart, think I came over and demolished it, it's impossible!" ”

Wang Fatzi was about to close the door, but Zhou Sheng pushed the door against him and persuaded him: "Don't you know that there are dead people here?" In a few days, her soul will return as a ghost, and the lives of all the occupants of this building will be in danger. ”

"Wow! I'm so scared~ What age is it, and you still talk about ghosts. ”

Bang!

Wang Fatzi closed the door directly, and Zhou Sheng was taken aback.

He lamented that people nowadays don't respect ghosts and gods at all, and this kind of thing would not have happened during the Republic of China.

At that time, people were also anti-feudal superstition, but they still maintained a certain awe of ghosts and gods, most of them were to burn incense in the temple, and worship the Buddha in the temple, you can not believe but not disrespect.

This is Liu Qian's voice lingering in his ears: "Young master, do you want me to drive him away?" ”

"What can you do?" Zhou Sheng asked suspiciously.

"Young Master, have you forgotten, what I did with that cultivator before was this kind of murder for money."

Zhou Sheng thought about it for a while and felt that this matter was feasible, and it would be simple to really scare him away, but he still instructed: "Don't cause trouble, and don't hurt his life." ”

Liu Qian responded, yes.

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the sound of crisp footsteps echoed in Building 6, Building 4, in the garden community.

Click!

Click!

A drunkard walked into the building, he sang loudly, drank the last sip of the bottle, smashed the bottle to the ground, quenched his spit, and staggered upstairs.

When he came to the corner, he saw a woman in white with her back to him, and the drunkard felt a dry mouth as he looked at the bumpy back.

He took advantage of the strength of the wine to step forward and patted the woman on the shoulder: "Beauty, it's too late, why don't you want my brother to send you home?" ”

"Okay~" The woman in white turned her head, her voice changing from sweet to desolate.

Her body didn't move, but her head turned 180 degrees, and two lines of blood and tears oozed from the corners of her eyes.

The drunkard was so drunk that he rolled down the stairs and hit the wall, shouting as he ran, despite the pain all over his body: "Hell! Hell yes! ”

The woman in white was also laughing in place, and Zhou Sheng walked in from the shadows and reprimanded: "Don't make trouble, it's important to do business." ”

Liu Qian spit out her little tongue mischievously and twisted her head back straight.

The gate of Wang Fatzi's house was hidden, as if he was waiting for someone.

Liu Qian walked in and saw the same environment as the garbage dump, which also made her feel uncomfortable.

Although there was no substance, the garbage on the ground was still heartbroken and disgusting when it touched the hem of her skirt.

"Ahh A huge mouse ran under Liu Qian.

There was a clanging sound in the room, and Fat Wang walked out with his pants in his hand, his yellow printed beach pants stained with a large dark brown stain.

"Miss, you're finally here!" Wang Fatzi pulled Liu Qian to the bedroom with a look like a pig brother.

Although the bedroom is very messy, there are littered clothes everywhere, but fortunately there are no garbage bags and instant noodle boxes.

Wang Fatzi said obscenely: "Miss, you are even better looking than the one on the small card." ”

Only then did Liu Qian understand that Wang Fatzi had called for door-to-door service, but that girl would come over in this environment and not be scared away.

Seeing that Wang Fatzi's salty pig hands were about to climb up, Liu Qian slapped the greasy fat hands: "I'm a ghost!" ”

"What the hell is not it!" Wang Fatzi thought that Liu Qian wanted money, so he smiled lewdly: "Don't worry, it's all according to the previous agreement." ”

Liu Qian was helpless, her body quickly dried up, blood and tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, and the fingers that grabbed his arm were embedded in his body.

The strong pain made Wang Fatzi jump up from the bed, and when he saw that his delicate sister had become this old woman, he realized that it was not a person he brought back to the bedroom.

"Ghost ...... Hell yes! The fat man screamed and ran out.

Liu Qian stood there behind her, but her voice came from everywhere: "Get out!" Get out of here! ”