Escape from the Ghost

As soon as Song Yi got out of the taxi, the pick-up car from the community was already waiting at the door. "Tianxi Yihao" is the most prestigious high-end villa area among all the projects of Anjia Real Estate, but within 10 minutes, the car stopped at the door of an independent villa.Song Yi walked across the bluestone road in the small courtyard, entered the password, and after a beep, the double doors of the villa opened automatically.

From discharge to funeral, it was just seven days.The house, which was still a little popular, is now completely cold.

Song Yi seldom came back. Now that Song Weizhong is missing and the servants have been dismissed, the house is more like a sculpture that has been around for a long time. It seems to be useless except for memorial and remembrance.

As soon as he entered the living room, the crystal chandelier hanging above his head automatically lit up, and the light was reflected on the expensive rosewood furniture, covering the ground with a faint yellow halo.The walls on both sides of the front and back are full of floor-to-ceiling glass, and the gray-black blackout curtains have long been covered with dust.

Song Yi threw the bag on the sofa, walked through the corridor, and went straight to Song Weizhong's study.As soon as the door was pushed open, the smell of ink mixed with the moisture from not opening the windows for a long time came oncoming.Song Yi walked in, drew the curtains and opened the window.

The whole study room is spacious and bright, with an elegant style. It can be seen that Song Wenzhong loves the style of literati and poets.

Directly opposite hung an indigo-colored landscape painting with plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum carved on the frame, which occupied the upper half of the wall.There is a red sandalwood bookshelf standing under the wall, complete with decorations and playthings, and a dazzling array of colored glazed porcelain vases. If you are an expert, just glance at it, and you will know that any small carved vase on the cabinet is enough to buy ten villas.

The desk was full of pens, ink, paper and inkstones. Song Yi walked to the desk, and found a blue-covered bound book from a thick stack of rice paper, flipping through two pages at random, Bow your head and study.

On the page is an ancient pen carved with a golden dragon on the pen holder, with classical Chinese annotations on the side, but I don't know what type of font it is. After careful identification, I can vaguely understand the words "Yinluan" and "Northern Wei".

In the past few days, Song Yi has searched through many collection history books of the school library, but can't find any information about Yinluan pens in the Northern Wei Dynasty.In fact, the historical explanations of the Northern Wei Dynasty in ancient history textbooks are already considered detailed, especially compared with the annotated ancient books, the vernacular Chinese language is simply not humane!If he wants to delve deeper, he has to combine a lot of professional knowledge for comparison, but for Song Yi, history is a compliment to Niu playing the piano!

He suddenly remembered that Song Weizhong always liked to go into the study to study by himself, so he guessed whether he could leave some clues, and then went home to have a look.

Now it seems that it is still suitable to be a cow!

He turned over two more pages impatiently, and suddenly found a ticket stub in the book. He took it out and took a closer look. The words "Mucheng Museum" were written on the ticket stub.

Mucheng is the ancient capital of the Five Dynasties, so many struggles for power and profit have been pressed into the long scroll of history.The whole city is surrounded by mountains on three sides and water on one side. An ancient city wall in the center presses the source of the dragon's living water. Now it has become a famous gathering place for local snacks.Usually, places with a long history have good geomantic omen, heavy cloudiness, and strong humidity. Therefore, Mucheng is like autumn all the year round, and it sees rain all year round, but does not see the sun.

And Mucheng University sits at the foot of Dongshan Mountain, across the road is the Mucheng Museum.The octagonal eaves and gardens are integrated, and the landscape is beautiful all over the world. It is not only a famous tourist attraction, but also an excellent real estate project.Regardless of how far it is from the city center, it is always overcrowded during holidays. Of course, it also directly increases the reputation of Muda and the housing prices around it.

Among them, Jingtaiyuan, a high-end intelligent community with the best location, is developed by Anjia Real Estate, and it is currently in its third phase.Song Yi's 150-square-meter apartment mansion there, when he got the admission notice, the keys were delivered to him together.

His eyes skipped the ticket stub, and landed on a weapon that looked like a gun but not a gun, and a sword that looked like a sword. He was about to take a closer look when the intercom phone on the desk rang suddenly, "Ring, ring, ring..." The sound was endless, extremely harsh in the silence.

Song Yi picked up the phone: "Hello?"

"Mr. Song, your guests, lawyer Zhang Guofeng and Mr. Xue Fei, have arrived at the door."

"Let them in."

Putting down the phone, Song Yi was no longer in the mood to read, closed the book and left the study.

Lawyer Zhang Guofeng, the legal advisor of Anjia Real Estate, is also the attorney representing Song Weizhong's inheritance case.

In fact, he himself was somewhat surprised when he received Song Yi's commission.The internal affairs of the group are complicated. An accident happened to the chairman who was basically idle at home. Hundreds of pairs of eyes on the board of directors were staring at the position of the helmsman, and they all wanted to take advantage of the chaos. Now the only legal heir is a brat.

To tell the truth, Zhang Guofeng dared to pat his chest to assure that he was really a villain with an eye for money.Therefore, the position of an acting lawyer is completely equivalent to a pie in the sky. Not to mention the generous remuneration, Song Yi can basically get out of the board of directors smoothly with a few other shareholders, and he can still earn a lot. Benefit fee.

Before coming to Song's house, he and his assistant Xue Fei had been working nonstop for five days to prepare a large amount of written materials, liquidated Song Weizhong's actual equity in Anjia Real Estate, and sorted out a report of hundreds of thousands of words stating that he had done nothing in the past few years. With the status quo of not holding real power, he is going to persuade Song Yi to withdraw his shares by himself, so as not to suffer a lot of losses.

But when he sat down and saw Song Yi leaning on the sofa in a light blue casual T-shirt, and lazily looking at his sweaty face with his big eyes open, he felt nervous for no reason!

Zhang Guofeng silently scolded himself for being worthless, but he is just a kid in his 20s, what is there to be afraid of?While pondering, he wiped the sweat with the back of his hand and took out the documents from his bag.

Today is a rare sunny day with direct sunlight.

So, before making an appointment with the barrister, Song Yi kindly asked the community property not to arrange a car for the two, and Zhang Guofeng walked for almost half an hour in a suit and leather shoes for the 10-minute journey.When I entered the door, I was sweating profusely. The sweat fell on the light gray coat, and there was a large water stain on the collar.Following his assistant, Xue Fei, who is used to being called around, a pair of semi-casual leather shoes and a polo shirt on his feet accidentally saved his life.

Zhang Guofeng rubbed his hands and was about to get a tissue from his bag when he looked up and saw the wet wipes handed over by Song Yi. He was obviously taken aback and said, "Thank you." After a short pause, he said embarrassedly, "I've been a little busy lately." , The third phase of the Jingtaiyuan case has been put on hold, and the city leaders have been holding back and not giving approval. You also know that Zhang Yanqing has completely retired, and President Wu has just taken over, so a lot of things have been delayed."

Zhang Yanqing is the second-in-command of Mucheng. Many projects of Anjia Real Estate rely on this big tree. But in recent years, as he got older, he retreated again and again. Therefore, many projects in the group had to be put on hold. down.

Song Yi cut to the chase and threw a bomb: "I only keep [-]% of the stock, and sell the rest."

"Hmm...ah???" Zhang Guofeng immediately stopped wiping his sweaty hands, opened his mouth half-opened and stared at him, and said, "You...what did you say?"

The corners of Song Yi's mouth raised slightly, he picked up a pen and quickly wrote down a number on the paper, pushed it in front of Zhang Guofeng and said, "This number should not be too much. The people who contacted you said that I will discount it as soon as possible. As for the remaining [-]% is a guarantee and has no effect on the situation."

Zhang Guofeng glanced at it hastily, and immediately beamed with joy. Is this price not excessive?Compared with the market, it is simply the price of cabbage!He didn't even think that he would win such an easy battle after five days of non-stop preparations. He quickly said with a shy smile, "Okay...Okay!"

Song Yi stood up, put his hands in his pockets, and spoke briskly: "As for other real estate, real estate, vehicles, and deposits, is there any problem with transferring the ownership within three days?"

"No...no...you are the only legal heir."

Song Yi nodded in satisfaction, looked at Zhang Guofeng and Xue Fei and said, "That's it, you can go."

Xue Fei had long been stunned by Song Yi's aura, and only then did he realize that capital is the greatest confidence in negotiations.

Zhang Guofeng was full of excitement, and with trembling hands, he randomly stuffed a large pile of documents on the table into his bag.For how many years, he has been walking around the upper floors with just one mouth, what kind of person has he never seen?The rich second generation who died of the father, eager to spend money, the most direct way is to cash out, this is simply too normal!

Surprised, he suddenly remembered that the old chairman always had a kind face, and in recent years he had been taken advantage of by other members of the group, so he had some conscience and really thought about whether to remind this prodigal son.

Before leaving, he stretched out his hand and patted Song Yi's shoulder. After deliberating for a long time, he finally said, "My condolences by the way."

Song Yi looked at Zhang Guofeng in front of him, frowned quickly, and fell word by word. The picture in front of him seemed to be a mechanical part that had been disrupted, smashed apart and then reassembled.Zhang Guofeng was still wearing this gray suit, clutching his chest and collapsed on the side of the road. The sound of the ambulance instantly cut through the crowd of onlookers.In the next second, his hypocritical face with decree lines and a half-smile gradually appeared in front of his eyes.

Seeing that Song Yi was a little distracted, Zhang Guofeng said in an emphatic tone: "Then we're leaving."

Song Yi stared at him with wide eyes, but didn't speak.

Only then did Zhang Guofeng realize that he had lost his sense of propriety, so he quickly took his hands off Song Yi's shoulders, and said awkwardly, "Xue Fei, let's go."

Seeing the door open and close, Song Yi raised his arms and wiped the sweat off his forehead. His sigh sounded very hollow in the huge room.

Song Yi glanced at the corridor, walked through the corridor, and walked slowly to a room with the bear's doorplate, raised his hand to stroke the doorplate, and then slowly put it down.As soon as the door opened, there was a huge red velvet sofa. The bed behind the sofa was covered with black and white leopard-print sheets and covered with a green gauze curtain.

On the wall directly opposite is a hollowed-out huge peach heart, surrounded by pink diamonds. Inside the peach heart is a large LCD TV on the front.The coffee table in front of the wall is the usual black and brown color used in bars. This place feels like as long as the music is turned on, you can stand on the coffee table and howl at the TV wall at any time.

This is Song Yi's carefully designed nightclub style in order to match Song Weizhong's historical and cultural taste.It's just that it seems ironic now.

He went straight to the innermost bedside table and touched the photo frame on the table.Then, he opened the closet door and leaned over to get in.

In the past, Song Yi has come here for countless nights and days.He felt that the narrower the environment, the more secure he felt.

From a very young age, in a corner deep in my memory, it has been covered with blood all the time.This made Song Yi mistakenly think that he already had the courage to face the fear brought about by death.

Now, he felt like an idiot.Song Yi hugged her legs like this, waiting for the thoughts in her head to gradually clear up.

Now that he is already deep in the cliff, dare to let go completely?Just like that, he fell without hesitation, into the darkness, into the mud, into the vast sea and sky of the abyss of doom.

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Now that he is already deep in the cliff, dare to let go completely?Just like that, he fell without hesitation, into the darkness, into the mud, into the vast sea and sky of the abyss of doom.

——(Hack Tree "thefearinmyheart")