I, a Saiyan, cultivate immortality in the world of Nine Uncles

"That's right, ghost stories with stories and plots can be sold for a lot of money, so this is the real thing." Qi Dong immediately put down his phone, and the value of this business was even higher in his eyes.

Jiang Yeming smiled secretly, but the zombie face couldn't make a smile, so he had to pretend to be aloof and walked towards the door on the side of the wall.

Dong dong, there was a knock on the door of the room, and Jiang Yeming and Qi Dong were waiting for no one was inside.

After knocking on the door for a while, it creaked, and the wooden door was pulled open. An old man in a suit cautiously asked, "Who are you? What's the matter?"

Qi Dong said: "Master, we are from the self-media. Seeing that your house is quaint, can you go in and take some photos?"

The old man in the suit shook his head again and again: "No, there have been several waves of people coming and going, and they all said they want to take pictures. My house is not a park, so I want to take this number once." He stretched out five fingers.

Qi Dong hesitated, gritted his teeth and nodded: "Five hundred is five hundred, can I swipe my card?"

"It's five hundred, it's five thousand, even if you miss one." The old man in the suit looked at Qi Dong with contempt, and he was about to close the door.

"Qi Dong, let me talk to him." Jiang Yeming accepted the words, and looked the old man up and down: "Your complexion is dark yellow, your walk is fluffy, and the fire of the three yangs on your body is dim. I'm afraid you won't live long."

Hearing this, the old man was so angry that he wanted to close the door and ignore it, but he felt puzzled, so he turned around and shouted: "Boss, second child, third child, come out, your father and I have been bullied."

When the old man yelled, the yard screamed immediately, and three shirtless strong men rushed out, yelling at Jiang Yeming and the other two:
"Whoever dares to bully my father, our Ma family in Shuidi Lane has never been afraid of trouble."

"Father, why are you being bullied? Tell me, and the sons will decide for you."

In front of the three sons, the old man in the suit was full of courage, and said in a choked voice: "Just him, the one with the pale face, he cursed me to die soon."

"What, dare to curse my father to death." The boss of the Ma family was not happy.

The second child added: "This Water Drop Lane, we three are heaven, let alone you, even if Hades comes, you have to listen to us."

The third child was more foolish, and took up the words of the second brother: "When my father dies, you don't count, and the king of Hades doesn't count. It's up to the three of us to decide."

"You bastards." The old man in the suit almost died of anger. He picked up a stick from behind the door and was about to beat him. The three silly sons quickly avoided.

Qi Dong had a drink, and while taking pictures with his mobile phone, he joked: "Old man, don't be angry, if you are really angry, we will not take the blame for Mr. Jiang."

This family was in a turmoil. Seeing the neighbors on the left and right stretching their heads to look around, Jiang Yeming knew that it would be impossible to do something.

He stretched out his right hand with lightning, and performed acupuncture techniques.

In the eyes of practitioners, this acupressure technique is not the way to start, but in the eyes of ordinary people, it is miraculous.

I saw that the three brothers of the Ma family were restrained like wooden sculptures, and the old man stood still, wanting to speak silently.

Qi Dong, who has been filming, yelled: "Mr. Jiang, how much do you really know? We don't bring this kind of fun. Can we do it all at once?"

Jiang Yeming didn't have time to pay attention to Qi Dong's witty words, facing the old man in the suit, he said softly, "I'm not lying. If you want to live a few more years, you have to listen to me. Unlock your acupoints now, so you can't make a fuss, okay?"

The three Ma brothers and the old man who were motionless couldn't make a sound, couldn't nod their heads, and had to blink fiercely.

Jiang Yeming waved and pointed again, unlocking the acupuncture points of the four.

The old man in the suit looked unwilling, and simply leaned against the wall, pretending to have a heart attack and slowly fell down.

The three brothers of the Ma family quickly helped their father up, and the eldest Ma also explained sincerely: "Hero, my father is trying to blackmail you, and we don't want to."

The other two brothers also nodded sharply, and helped their father into the yard together, and at the same time entertained Jiang Yeming to come in.

After entering the door, the three brothers knelt on the ground with a plop, thumping their heads loudly, and shouting sincerely.

"Master, please accept us."

The old man in a suit beside him didn't get angry when he saw his son's elbows turned outwards. He sighed, "I, Ma Renyi, was 30 years old in the pottery business. With all this money, I raised three stupid sons. Don't even think about it. If I were a real hero, I would fall in love with you bums."

The old man is worthy of being an old Jianghu, he has seen it very thoroughly, and Jiang Yeming is really not interested in taking apprentices. He has so many good aptitudes in the space city, but he didn't confiscate them. How could he take three idiots here.

Jiang Yeming reached out to touch the acupuncture points of the third son of the Ma family again, and looked towards the courtyard of the Ma family.

Needless to say, the old man Ma has been involved in porcelain for so many years, and he has made a pretty solid family property. There are mountains (rockery), water (lotus pond), stone fence trails, and houses with two entrances in this yard.

This is not something ordinary people can save.

Jiang Yeming looked back at the old man, and asked aloud, "Did you buy it with money? Or did you get it by cheating?"

The old man's face changed, but he said truthfully: "My wife's relatives' ancestral property was originally taken care of by my wife, but after she died, no descendants claimed this yard, so it became our family's."

"Yeah." Jiang Yeming replied, walked around the yard, and said to Qi Dong after he came back, "We can find a buyer. Let's say that there are murders ten years ago in this material, as well as ghosts and sorcery."

"Murder?!" The old man collapsed on the ground as if discouraged.

Qi Dong smiled happily, picked up his mobile phone and contacted everywhere:
"Old Shen? I'm Qi Dong. I exchanged business cards at the We Media Conference last time. There's a supernatural theme and a suspenseful murder case. Do you want it?"

"Are you the mysterious investigation column team? Aren't you guys accepting the manuscript? I have a big piece here, and it will definitely be popular."

"Brother Fang, I'm Xiaoqi, this time it's definitely phenomenal material, do you want it?"

After a while, Qi Dong finished his work. He took a small notebook and went to Jiang Yeming to report the situation.

"Mr. Jiang, this time it's a big game. There are a total of eight media outlets and a documentary filming team. Are you confident?"

Jiang Yeming, who was lying on the Majia wicker chair and basking in the sun comfortably, rubbed his skin that felt a little heat, and replied, "No problem, you can find a good buyer inside?"

Qi Dong called again, and finally opened a multi-person video chat meeting with his mobile phone. After a while, he turned off his mobile phone and said: "It's settled. The independent documentary filming team sold the deal for a total price of 47 yuan, but they can only pay 5 yuan in advance. After the filming is completed, they will pay 30%, and the remaining payment will be paid after the official launch on the Internet channel."

"Well, you can follow up on what to do specifically. The door will officially start tomorrow afternoon." After Jiang Yeming finished speaking, he dragged the three brothers of the Ma family and the old man who had been acupunctured into the room one by one, and then went straight to the kitchen of the Ma family to get food for himself.

It was time to pick someone up, so Qi Dong had no choice but to call and communicate with the independent documentary film crew, and it took a long time to unify the process of the matter.

After finishing all this, Qi Dong, who was limp all over, sat on the bench and took a deep breath of his cigarette, thinking that he should go out to get some food, or order some takeaway with his credit card.

I didn't feel it when I was busy on the phone before, but now my stomach is rumbling and my hunger is overwhelming.

At this moment, his nose moved, and he smelled a wonderful fragrance.