Chapter 167 - Chapter 167: Chapter 167 Contract Settled

Chapter 167: Chapter 167 Contract Settled

He hung up the phone.

A sly smile crept across Yang Jian’s lips.

Zhao Kaiming getting tangled in the Ghost Door Knocker incident was indeed good news.

The criminal investigation department wanted his assistance?

That was a joke; the conflict between him and Zhao Kaiming was irreconcilable. If they didn’t have to meet face-to-face, Yang Jian felt he would have taken the fight right to his doorstep.

But now, to kill by a borrowed knife saved him a lot of trouble.

“Yang Jian, why are you grinning like a psycho? You aren’t thinking about something weird, are you?” Zhang Wei, who was playing with his phone, suddenly asked.

“I won’t tell you. You still dare to play with your phone at this time? Aren’t you afraid that ghost will come for you?” Yang Jian said.

Zhang Wei replied, “Isn’t Brother Tui here? If Brother Tui can’t handle it, I’d already have been doomed. What’s there to worry about?”

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That thought seemed right.

At that moment.

The door to the reception room was pushed open.

Zhang Xiangu entered briskly, his face flush with excitement, “Success! President Qian and President Qin have agreed to sell their properties. I offered ten billion to buy them all. Your method was effective, it really scared them into agreeing to everything.”

Yang Jian hadn’t even fully controlled Ghost Domain yet, and it had already happened?

Of course, it was within his expectations.

“Ten billion? That’s too much. In my opinion, one billion per person would have been enough to send them off. I didn’t expect Uncle Zhang to be so generous.”

Zhang Xiangu laughed, “After all, we’re likely to see each other again in the future. We can’t be too excessive, or they won’t be content and will surely cause trouble afterward. I think ten billion is within their range of tolerance. Pressing the price further would be counterproductive.”

“So, Uncle Zhang wants to cut a slice of their flesh without making it too painful?” Yang Jian understood.

“That’s roughly the idea,” Zhang Xiangu said.

Yang Jian nodded, feeling that made sense – leave some leeway for the future.

But if it were up to him, he certainly wouldn’t have done the same.

What was Zhang Xiangu’s status?

A corporate president worth tens of billions. He was just a short-lived ghost master; Zhang could plan for the future, but Yang Jian felt there was no need.

“This is the draft contract. Just get their signatures on this, and everything will be settled. As long as they don’t know the inner workings here, even if they realize later that they might have been duped, it will be too late,” Zhang Xiangu said.

Yang Jian said, “Since the matter is settled, let’s do it this way. Give me the contract; I’ll go get their signatures.”

“After it’s done, I’ll give you forty percent of the profits,” Zhang Xiangu said.

Even after giving out forty percent, he would still make a profit.

Yang Jian nodded, took the contract, and walked out.

At this moment.

President Qian, President Qin, and their bodyguards, trapped in the tenth basement level, were already on the verge of a mental breakdown from fear.

Everyone’s face glistened with sweat; their eyes fixed on the dim space outside the elevator, their bodies tensed, not daring to step out.

One bodyguard had already been snatched into the darkness and vanished just moments before.

They did not want to be the next.

“What did Zhang Xiangu say? Does he agree?” President Qian asked with difficulty.

“That bastard Zhang Xiangu has agreed. He’s sending someone named Yang Jian to rescue us, but only if we sign the contract on the spot,” President Qin spoke with an unsightly expression, whether from fear or resentment.

“What a time he chooses. Ten billion it is, then. Let’s sell to him. There’s a haunting here, and the property surely won’t sell in the future. Unloading it now might not be such a bad thing; consider it a lost investment, just a few billion in losses, which we can afford,” President Qian ventured shakily.

“I was thinking the same,” President Qin said.

“Tap, tap, tap.”

At that moment, the clear sound of footsteps came again from the darkness ahead.

And, within the darkness, a light was lit, flickering unsteadily like a remnant candle in the wind, yet the light never went out.

It even seemed to get closer as time went on.

“What, what is that?” Everyone tensed again.

They involuntarily retreated, pressing tightly against the elevator’s metallic walls for fear the terrifying scene might repeat itself.

“Gentlemen, no need to panic; it’s me.”

As the light approached, it turned out to be Yang Jian with his phone’s flashlight on, walking out of the darkness.

“Only a dozen minutes have passed and you two presidents don’t recognize me?”

“You, you are Yang Jian?” President Qin’s pupils shrank with disbelief.

He couldn’t understand why Yang Jian came from in front of them; shouldn’t he have come down from above the elevator?

“President Zhang sent me to take you out of here, but first, you need to sign this contract,” Yang Jian said.

“If there are no issues, please sign quickly. This place is very dangerous; staying another minute, I can’t guarantee there won’t be any accidents,” Yang Jian added.

With that, he walked over and handed over two contracts.

President Qin’s palms trembled as he took them, pulled out his pen, and prepared to sign, but just as he was about to put pen to paper, he suddenly looked up at Yang Jian.

“How much did Zhang Xiangu pay you? I’ll double it. Just don’t sign this contract, and take us out of this damned place,” he said.

“Right, President Qin is right, name your price.”

Yang Jian was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: “Don’t bother; you can’t afford the price President Zhang is paying.”

“How can we not afford it? Zhang Xiangu’s net worth is only a few billion. Our combined net worth surpasses that guy. Fifty million, I’ll give you fifty million. How about that?” President Qin said hurriedly, trying to persuade Yang Jian.

“Fifty million? I just spent fifty million buying the sales department here. You don’t really think I’m some poor guy who’s never seen money, do you? You want to get rid of me with fifty million,” Yang Jian said with a teasing smile.

He owed his good fortune to himself.

With each business deal he made, the stakes got higher, from hundreds of thousands at the start, to millions, and finally billions.

Yang Jian’s ambitions had grown step by step.

He was no longer the naive student fresh out of school.

“Then name your price? Anything we can afford,” President Qin said.

Yang Jian said, “I’ll give you both one more minute to think. If you don’t sign, I’m leaving, and you can prepare to die here. I can sense it coming back again.”

“Two hundred million, how’s that?”

“Fifty seconds left.”

“Four hundred million, I’ll pay four hundred million. That should do it, right? A full four hundred million for you to live a life of luxury.”

“Forty seconds,” Yang Jian said, looking at his phone and giving them no room to choose.

Cold sweat streamed down President Qin’s face, turning paler by the moment.

He desperately hoped to persuade Yang Jian to take him away from this place, but Yang Jian was completely indifferent.

The offer of several billion yuan hadn’t swayed him in the slightest.

To raise the bid further would be worse than signing the contract.

“If you won’t sign it, President Qin, I will. Losing a few billion is nothing, but if we lose our lives, we truly lose everything,” President Qian said as he snatched the contract and quickly signed his own name.

“Is that acceptable now?” he asked.

Yang Jian looked at the contract, “You’re pretty sly, huh? There’s a signature missing here, so the contract won’t take effect. Trying to trick me into saving you?”

President Qian’s face changed color, and he hurriedly apologized: “Sorry, sorry, I was just scared and forgot in the moment.”

“Keep playing, no worries, I’ve got plenty of time. But that thing is getting a bit impatient,” Yang Jian suddenly glanced at the darkness behind him.

Footsteps sounded once again.

Different from his own steps, the sound was strange, as if someone was walking on tiptoes.

“Give it to me, I’ll sign,” President Qin, terrified, didn’t dare delay any longer and quickly put down his name without any attempt to deceive.

President Qian also had no choice but to add his signature.

“Is, is this fine now?”

Yang Jian took the contract, checked it, “No problems now, follow me.”

He felt no stir in his heart, actually finding it a bit laughable.

They were so easily fooled.

It really is all about the method in making money.

“We’re just walking out like this? There won’t be any trouble, right?” President Qin stammered in fear, hesitant to step out of the dimly lit elevator.

“If you don’t leave, the only thing waiting for you here is death,” Yang Jian said. “That’s all I’m going to say. If you want to stay here, I won’t force you.”

Having said that, he turned and walked into the darkness.

“Wait, wait a minute.”

How could they dare to stay in this place? With Yang Jian leading the way, they followed him despite their great fear.

The further they went, the darkness around them faded.

The surroundings gradually brightened.

Soon, they hadn’t walked far at all,

when they suddenly realized they had appeared at the entrance of the Guanjiang Residential Complex.

They were no longer in the sales department.

Shock, astonishment, disbelief.

This was a supernatural phenomenon.

When they looked at Yang Jian again, there was no scorn in their eyes anymore, but rather an inexplicable reverence.

A reverence for the unknown and the mystical.

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