He should say it or not, Xie Wenyuan really gave him a big gift.
Just this small blue scene material is worth a set of houses in his family.
"The last time I got such an expensive material was when I received the 'Zhao Nan County North Yin Theater' from Teacher Wei."
"Speaking of which, the two group summoning materials that Uncle Dong gave are also not cheap, with a market price of around 200,000."
"It seems like I'm the only poor guy."
Chronicle shook his head, got up and stretched, poured himself a glass of water, and took out the laptop he asked Bai Ziliang to help him buy a few days ago from his backpack.
Then he sat back on the sofa, his ten fingers flying on the keyboard, entered the real estate website, and saw a "99+" red dot at the top right corner of the consultation column.
"I haven't checked it for two days, and there are so many people asking for the price?"
Chronicle's eyes flickered, he moved the mouse lightly, entered the consultation interface, but found that there were not many users who made new offers.
The so-called "99+" was all supported by a user named "Platinum Cat" to create a "prosperous illusion".
"Is the homeowner here?"
"I'll offer 500,000, will you sell this house?"
"60, can't go any higher!"
"660,000, if you don't respond, I'll find someone else!"
Seeing the latest message showing 5 minutes ago, Chronicle decisively replied with a "respond", accompanied by the "Cat Tea" expression pack he stole from Ginger Tea, to show respect for money.
"Buying a house for 660,000 that is not worth 300,000, what a big loss… No, what a big benefactor, I must keep him."
Chronicle stared at the screen and waited for a reply, his handsome face slightly pale under the reflection of the computer screen.
At the same time, in a delicate villa in the center of Land of Peach.
"Ah-choo, ah-choo."
Wei Ya, who was eating fried chicken and happily watching TV dramas, sneezed twice in a row, almost causing the eye mask she was wearing to fall off, which was used to lighten her dark circles.
"Who's muttering about me behind my back when I sneeze?"
Wei Ya adjusted her mask and muttered, and suddenly her laptop, which was charging on the side, made a "beep" sound.
"Your house inquiry has received a reply from the homeowner." A indifferent female voice came from the wireless speaker.
"This kid finally replied…"
Wei Ya said softly, grabbed the computer from the side, and entered the real estate platform that she had never logged out of.
Just a second ago, she clicked into the information list, and the next second, Chronicle's cat expression pack popped up.
Seeing this, Wei Ya couldn't help but chuckle, "The cards he makes are so scary, but the expression packs he saves are surprisingly cute, on par with Tea Tea."
After lightly laughing and shaking her head, she put her hand on the keyboard and quickly typed, "Will you sell it?"
"Sell!"
Chronicle answered concisely.
Seeing the prompt near the chat box saying "The customer has viewed the house with the assistance of the platform staff", Chronicle couldn't understand what kind of mental state the other party was in to make the decision to buy that old and cold house at such a high price.
"What a… benefactor, I can't let him go!"
Chronicle thought to himself, quickly typing on the keyboard, "Our house can be sold at any time."
"But I have to tell you in advance, this house is protected by the Card Craftsman Association. If you choose to apply for a refund within 7 days of purchase, you will have to pay 20% of the agreed price as a 'handling fee'."
"I know all of this. It's not my first time buying a house. I'm clear about it. Just tell me when the house can be handed over."
"I'm currently out of town and can only return to the city in ten days. Will that be convenient for you?"
"It's convenient. Then I'll transfer the money first."
The information exchange ended here.
After a while, Chronicle's phone rang with a notification sound.
[Card Treasure has received 605,040.30 yuan.]
"Did they deduct more than 50,000 yuan for taxes and agency fees? It's not expensive."
Chronicle muttered, still immersed in the "shock" of the big benefactor's wealth.
"Is it so easy? Could it be that Happy Home is going to be demolished and this Platinum Cat has received the news in advance?"
But the next moment, he refuted himself, "No, this is not Earth. It's not a place where ghosts appear frequently. Where would the developer come from?"
"It's really strange."
Chronicle, who couldn't figure it out, didn't bother to think deeply, plugged in his computer, and went back to rest on the second floor.
At the same time, Wei Ya was lying on the sofa like a fish that had lost its dreams.
"I've run out of monthly living expenses. I can only rely on my salary to live. It's tough."
She murmured, her gaze turned to the seashell photo frame on the TV cabinet.
In the photo, there were two little braids and a six or seven-year-old girl looking at the middle-aged man next to her with admiration on her face.
The middle-aged man also had a doting smile on his face.
The whole picture was filled with a sense of beauty.
It could be seen that this photo was well preserved by its owner, but the passage of time had left an indelible yellow mark on it, like the trajectory of the setting sun.
"Dad… Are you okay…"
Wei Ya murmured to herself, her voice was very soft, almost like a dream.
…
Time passed bit by bit.
As dawn arrived, sunlight scattered.
Early in the morning, Chronicle was awakened by the snoring sound of the Green Zombie downstairs.
Sometimes, he really felt that he created this old man just to let him enjoy life.
He didn't fight, didn't go to school, just lying in the coffin would automatically become stronger. Isn't that great?
"I'm leaving, Brother Zongzi, take care of the house."
"Heh…"
The sound of scratching the wooden board came from the coffin.
At this moment, the "mood" of the Green Zombie was beautiful, the whole corpse was lazy, even the nickname "Zongzi" that annoyed it couldn't pull it out of the coffin.
"Heh heh…"
After a while, when Brother Zongzi didn't hear the sound of the door closing for a long time, the sunlight squeezed in through the crack in the door.
He couldn't help but pat the coffin board, as if urging Chronicle to leave quickly and close the door on the way out."Damn it."
Chronicle couldn't help but curse, slamming the door shut with a "bang".
"Chronicle Brother, you're up early again."
Not far away, Ginger Tea came bouncing over, hands in her pockets, humming a little tune.
Seeing Chronicle's disgruntled expression, she wisely decided not to bring up the topic of sparring.
"Chronicle Brother, let's go have breakfast at Yo-Yo's place." She cheerfully changed the subject.
"Not sparring anymore?" Chronicle asked, pulling out his keys from his pocket and locking the door.
Although the security door was useless against experts like Uncle Dong, locking the door was a ritual that could provide a great sense of security.
He was genuinely worried that someone might sneak in while he was at school and drag away his "Sleeping Beauty" of a brother, coffin and all.
"That would be utterly fucked up."
Chronicle thought to himself, turning his head to look at the girl who was kicking stones with her foot.
(End of Chapter)