Skilled in managing a house

"I want to go back and think about it. Otherwise, I will give your company a reply tomorrow." Yuan Jucheng said.

Before anyone from Yang Ying could answer, Du Quan followed up and said, "I also plan to go back and think about it and give you an answer tomorrow."

"Such a big matter really requires careful consideration. Okay, let's see you tomorrow." Jiang Xianzhang said with a smile.

The meeting ended like this. After both parties stood up, they shook hands with each other. Yang Ying and others had to send each other downstairs.

The next day.

In the black market hotel, Zhang Yu and the little girl were still sleeping in bed.

Suddenly, a shout woke the two of them up. The voice was in the corridor, "Oh no! My brother is dead...My brother is dead..."

Upon hearing this voice, the two immediately opened their eyes and sat up.

When they were sleeping, they both wore clothes. The little girl looked directly at Zhang Yu and said, "What happened?"

"It seems like someone died again. Let's go out and take a look." Zhang Yu said, jumped out of bed and walked quickly to the door.

The little girl was also very curious and went out with him.

As soon as we arrived in the corridor, we immediately discovered that the place of the accident was right next door.

Right now, everyone living on the third floor was awakened and came out to check. The men in black who were in charge of security also rushed over to take a look.

Because he was right next door, Zhang Yu could see clearly that there was a young man standing at the door next door. The young man's face was full of fear and he looked a little confused.

"What's going on?" A man in black came to the door and asked.

"My brother and I always get up early. I just got up to wash up, but I didn't see my brother getting up after washing. I felt a little abnormal, and suddenly thought that people had died one after another on the island in the past two days, so I went to check... and the result... As a result..." the young man said eagerly. At this point, he could no longer control his emotions and couldn't help crying. "My brother actually... died..."

"Another person died!" "What's going on?" "How come people are dying every day." "What's wrong with this black market..."... There was a lot of discussion in the corridor. If only one person died, maybe it was a coincidence. But if someone dies for three days in a row, it's no coincidence. Anyone would be scared.

There were four men in black clothes who came to check. They were all surprised and looked at each other.

A man seemed to be the leader of the four, and he was relatively calm. He immediately ordered a companion to go downstairs and report to the front. He and the other two companions were guarding the door of the room and did not go in.

The man who went to report stepped forward and stepped downstairs. The sound of footsteps coming up could be heard downstairs. Everyone murmured in their hearts that this speed was too fast. They came as soon as they went downstairs.

In the blink of an eye, they saw more than ten people coming up from downstairs. These people are not black market people, but just like them, they are also people who come to trade.

The old man was walking at the front, and behind him were two middle-aged men. These people rushed to the door of the room where the man in black was. They must have heard the shouts of the young man next door and came to check.

The old man stood at the front, glanced at the three men in black, then looked at the young man, and then asked: "What happened?"

The leading man in black immediately shouted loudly: "Whatever happens, you don't need to worry about. Don't watch the excitement. Everyone goes back to the room with their things. If you have to go to have breakfast, go have breakfast!"

This is a black market, so it’s okay for the man in black to ask for it. After hearing this, many people planned to go back to their rooms to pack their things and have breakfast. After all, no one dares to offend the people in the black market.

However, the old man standing opposite the man in black said directly: "No one should leave! Everyone is here to watch and listen to how the black market will explain to us! Is it a coincidence that one after another people have died? We still want to If I stay in the black market for a few more days, who can guarantee that I won’t be the next person to die!”

These words immediately shocked the hearts of everyone present, didn't they? Three people had died in a row. This was a black market, and the black market promised to ensure everyone's personal and property safety. But now, people are dying every day. What is going on must be understood.

In the past, it seemed that it was none of my business. If I died tomorrow night, who would I be talking to?

"Yes! Let's not leave yet! Let's hear what they have to say!" "Let's not leave yet. We must let the black market give us an explanation!" "How can people die for no reason? You must give us an explanation!" The black market said it would ensure our safety. Three people died in three days. God knows if someone else will die tonight! No one can guarantee who will die next!"...

Good guy, under the instigation of the old man, chaos broke out in the corridor on the third floor. Everyone said everything. In the final analysis, they all wanted to let the black market give an explanation.

The man in black did not expect that the old man was so strong, nor did he expect that these people would all unite together. Facing so many people, the three men in black didn't dare to go too far, and they didn't know how to deal with them for a while.

The three of them didn't speak, but the people in the corridor still talked to each other.

Zhang Yinling looked at Zhang Yu and whispered: "There is indeed a problem. We still have to live here tonight. We must figure it out. Otherwise, we will not feel at ease."

Zhang Yu nodded lightly and said, "Let's just watch here and see what's going on."

Similarly, Zhang Yu was also curious in his heart. It would be fine if the person died somewhere else, but he died next door to himself. Regardless of my hearing ability, even if I am poisoned, I cannot use my true energy to attack others, but this will not affect my hearing. Zhang Yu was absolutely certain that he didn't hear any unusual noise last night.

Along with everyone's discussion, footsteps sounded again downstairs. This time there were many people coming up. The leader was a man in red robes, who Zhang Yu and the others had seen last time. Next to the man in red robe were two men in blue robe, two men in white robe, and more than ten men in black.

The group of people walked to the door of the room next to Zhang Yu's. The old man and more than ten people were also standing there, blocking the way of the man in red robe and others.

A man in white robes immediately rushed to the front and said seriously: "Please disperse!"

Coincidentally, this man in white robe happened to be the one who was forced to retreat by the old man the morning before yesterday.

When the old man saw him, his face showed disdain. He then looked at the man in red robe and said: "Last time you said that our young master's death was an accident and had nothing to do with your black market. The person who died yesterday has nothing to do with today. What’s going on with the people who died? It can’t just happen that they died without any illness, and it has nothing to do with your black market!”

The man in red robe named Tan frowned slightly and said, "Now it seems that something really went wrong."

"This time you finally admitted that there was a problem... Your black market is responsible for the safety of us people, but now there is a problem, causing the death of our young master unknown. Should we give an explanation?" The old man said forcefully.