The starting system is awesome. Sorry, I am invincible.

The cowboy dad smiled and said, "Your Highness, you don't know something. Generally, killers will have a video call with us before taking action."

"video call?"

"Yes, they use video to communicate with us. The main purpose is to let us confirm the assassination target. Only when the target is confirmed will they take action. After all, people are not born murderers, and they will not attack without reason. Ordinary people do it. Of course, if the employer wants to watch the killing process, he can pay extra to watch it. "

When Charles IV heard this, he nodded repeatedly, "Okay, okay! This time we kill Qin Chuan, it will be absolutely foolproof! Come, follow me back. I want to show the live broadcast of Qin Chuan's killing to my father!"

......

United States, Los Santos, Beverly Hills villa area.

Qin Chuan and his party of five entered the villa area in Wang Ranran's Toyota Corolla.

As for Wei Zile, ever since he learned about Qinchuan’s status as a wealthy man.

He felt very stressed being with Qin Chuan and Wang Ranran.

After finishing the meal, I consciously found an excuse to escape.

But Franklin followed Qin Chuan closely like dog skin plaster.

He didn't even drive his own car, but forced himself to squeeze into a small car with Qin Chuan and the other four.

The villa area in Beverly Hills is built on the mountain.

It is really difficult for a fully loaded Corolla to climb this slope.

Looking at the scenery outside the car, Qin Chuan felt quite satisfied.

At this time, his cell phone rang.

After a brief communication, Qin Chuan said to Wang Ranran who was driving, "Ranran, navigate to the center of the villa area of ​​No. 78 Commercial Street. The other party will receive us there."

Jiang Fang, who had no chance to speak along the way, finally found the opportunity and asked, "Her? Brother Qin, have you made a date with a friend?"

Qin Chuan shook his head and said, "No, I saw a real estate agency on Douyin. The houses they photographed were quite high-quality, so I contacted them to come and view the house."

Saying that, Qin Chuan clicked on the other party's account.

Jiang Fang looked at the screen of Qin Chuan's phone and said in surprise, "So it's this account?"

"Oh? You also know this about him?"

"This account is located in Los Santos, so I can access it often. I always watch the videos they post. After all, this is my way to spy on the top rich..." Jiang Fang said with an embarrassed smile.

But after saying that, she came back to her senses and said, "Brother Qin, the houses this blogger showed people are all worth tens of millions of dollars! Even if you rent this house, it costs one hundred thousand dollars a month!"

After leaving the restaurant, Qin Chuan said he wanted to see a room.

Jiang Fang once thought that Qin Chuan wanted to rent a house in Beverly Hills to Wang Ranran.

At the foot of the hills in the Beverly community, there are houses priced at millions of dollars for rent.

It’s about 10,000 U.S. dollars a month, which is equivalent to 70,000 to 80,000 yuan a month in Chinese national currency.

Qin Chuan can generously give away such an expensive computer, and it should be no problem to rent a house for $10,000 a month to his sister.

But Jiang Fang never expected that Qin Chuan would directly cross one million to see a house worth tens of millions of dollars.

For a house worth tens of millions, the rent will be ten times higher.

Qin Chuan took back the phone and said with a bit of ridicule, "I agreed to buy it, why do you always think of me renting it..."

Jiang Fang knew that she had made a mistake again, which seemed to make Brother Qin a little unhappy this time.

She tried hard to shut up, but she couldn't control it.

This multi-million-dollar house is equivalent to hundreds of millions of Chinese national currency...

Jiang Fang's two little hands were holding each other, and she tried hard to stop herself from beeping.

But if it doesn't beep, I always feel like there is a thorn in my heart.

Fortunately, at this moment, Corolla made a 180-degree U-turn and turned into the Beverly Community Center.

Jiang Fang, who was sitting in the passenger seat, saw a tall figure standing on the roadside from a distance.

The other party was wearing a light brown suit with a white T-shirt underneath.

The plump upper body curves make passers-by look sideways.

The lower body is a hip-hugging skirt of the same color.

It is different from ordinary real estate agencies.

Agents of top luxury homes must dress appropriately and modestly.

So they don't wear black stockings, which looks frivolous.

Flesh-colored stockings, with a subtle texture, can show more respect to customers.

Two slender thighs stood straight by the road.

Even if her body is put on the Victoria's Secret scene, she is not inferior to top models.

Grace, a luxury real estate agent, stood on the roadside.

She kept looking at the chat history on her phone and then comparing the license plates.

When she saw the target license plate, the smile on her face suddenly froze.

"No...no...no..." Grace muttered with her mouth twitching.

"Sister Jiang, what's wrong?" A girl standing next to Grace, wearing the same style but different colors, asked with concern.

Grace turned her head and glared at the girl, "Cecilia, we are in the United States now! Not in China! Don't call me by the name of China!"

Cecilia lowered her head timidly, "I understand, Sister Grace."

"Don't add me, sister! You're so earthy!"

"Oh... got it, Grace."

Grace shook her head angrily and said, "This man asked me to look at a house on Douyin. I checked his Douyin account. The posts on it were all Rolls-Royce, Lamborghini, and Ferrari. I thought he was a wealthy person from China. The second generation, it turns out... he is a pretentious man. "

"Ah? Grace, you haven't even seen that gentleman, how do you know he is a showman?"

"See for yourself, how come a rich second generation from China drives a crappy Corolla? Have you ever seen any of our owners in Beverly Hills drive such a car?"

"But... maybe I just got off the plane and rented a car."

Grace glanced sideways at Cecilia and snorted coldly, "Do you think rich people are so casual? Think about the tens of millions of dollars worth of houses behind us. Just paying taxes and maintaining them cost nearly a hundred dollars every year." How many owners can afford this kind of house?”

Hearing this, Cecilia nodded silently and did not refute again.

Grace looked at her phone and said impatiently, "Oh, I have another client here who wants to see a house. So, Cecilia, you come and receive them."

"Huh? Me? But Grace, I'm still an intern and haven't sold a house yet..."

"Why don't you want to? The company doesn't stipulate that interns can't sell houses. You have to know that if you sell any house here, the commission will be hundreds of thousands of dollars, which is enough for you to live for several years."

"But you have to sell it..." Cecilia muttered softly.

Although she is new, she is not stupid.

She understood why Grace gave her the order business, because it would never be completed.

She also understood in her heart, how could a customer who could afford a mansion worth tens of millions of dollars drive a car worth tens of thousands of dollars.

Just when Grace turned around and left, Corolla braked and stopped in front of Cecilia...