This house is here, and everyone is happy. Nothing thrilling happened this time, but the impact was quite large.
I drew up the contract on the same day and signed it with the property owner at the previously negotiated price. When I saw him, I was quite envious of him, having a wife who loves me so much.
After signing the contract, Qin Yiheng and I didn't stay long, and gave the intermediate commission to Xu Chuanxiang, and made an appointment that he would inform us if there was any news, and the commission ratio of the house would still be the same as this time. Xu Chuanxiang was very happy, and invited me and Qin Yiheng to have a big meal and drink, as a farewell, and then I returned home with Qin Yiheng.
In fact, I haven't been out for many days, but I always feel like I haven't been home for a long time.
In addition, I was really tired these days, so when we arrived in the city where I was in the evening, Qin Yiheng and I went back to our respective homes.
I plan to go back and deal with the two recent contracts, then go to bed early, get a good night's sleep, and find two hourly workers to clean up the next day.
But when I opened the door and entered the house, before I turned on the light, I stumbled and staggered under my feet. I turned on the light and saw that it turned out to be a thick stack of magazines, tied with rope, and placed next to my shoe cabinet.
At first I thought it was my masterpiece, and I neglected to forget it after being away from home for a few days.
But when I thought about it again, I felt something was wrong. This packing of magazines is not my style at all. I was exhausted and just piled the magazines together. Besides, when did I have so many books at home
I squatted down and picked it up with my hand. This magazine is not too thick, but at least there are dozens of volumes, and it is quite heavy. I thought to myself, who mailed it to me? That's impossible, who opened the door for the postman
Thinking about it, I glanced at the cover of the magazine, and after only one glance, I gasped, and quickly called Qin Yiheng and told him about my situation. Hearing Qin Yiheng yell "Damn" over there, he hung up the phone directly.
He hung up the phone, and I was in a state of confusion, and when he called again, the phone was turned off.
I wanted to open the door and go out to hide for a while, and felt that maybe I was making a fuss, but anyway, this stack of magazines was probably not simple, because there were a few words on the cover of the magazine—Hongda Zhi. There is no need to look through the contents, just looking at the name, an idiot can figure it out, it must be related to Hongda Real Estate.
I stood still and calmed down for a while, and I didn't panic so much. After all, this is my home, and it is my home field no matter what. Even if I encounter any danger, I will not panic when I run away. So, I squatted down and looked at the magazine carefully.
The cover and color scheme of the entire magazine look rustic. Although I haven’t read the content yet, I thought about it. This is probably an internal company magazine, that is, the company’s own reading materials, which are usually only in the company’s interior. Circulating among employees, at best, showing it to customers when they come to a customer is a disguised form of corporate publicity and demonstration of corporate strength.
But why did this thing come to my house? And there are so many copies here? Is this promoting corporate culture? Obviously impossible.
I checked the doors and windows, and they were all intact, with no signs of being pried. These things, like the wardrobe and the hooks that appeared strangely in Qin Yiheng's house, arrived in the room out of thin air. Is there any connection between these two? Could it be that this stack of magazines is also here to provide us with clues? Anyway, nothing can be seen on the surface. I hesitated for a while, thinking that it would be better not to untie the rope that bound the magazine, everything should be decided after Qin Yiheng read it, and I had to protect the scene. So, I was going to call Qin Yiheng again, but just as I was about to dial, he called in first.
After answering the phone, Qin Yiheng told me that his phone was out of power just now, and now he was almost downstairs at my house, and asked me to open the door for him. I don't need to open the door. The door has never been closed since I got home. When I heard him coming, my heart was completely relieved.
After waiting for seven or eight minutes, Qin Yiheng hurriedly opened the door and came in without saying hello to me. He glanced down at the company's internal magazines and squatted down to read them. I saw that he was still flustered, and my heart hung up again, so I quickly squatted down and asked him: "What's going on with this thing?"
I didn't realize it until the question was out. I was the first person involved, and Qin Yiheng didn't know as much as I did. So, I simply told him how I found this pile of things and what guesses I had. I don't know if he listened or not, anyway, his head was always lowered, and he didn't raise it.
After a while, Qin Yiheng took out a Swiss Army knife from his bag, cut the rope binding the books cleanly, picked up a book, looked at it a few times, and put it down again.
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