The well-informed Qiang Xin naturally knew about this matter too.

He immediately regretted not holding on longer.

If he had held out for two more days, he could have returned the house at the original price.

Rather than selling it to those students at a 10% loss.

The thick-skinned Qiang Xin naturally didn't want to suffer a loss, so he immediately called Yue Qingqing.

"Miss Yue, I wonder if you've heard about the house returns. Now that company has a new owner; you can return the houses at the price I initially bought them. You would make a clean 10% profit from this transfer."

Yue Qingqing deliberately chuckled, "Yes, thank you very much, Mr. Jiang."

Qiang Xin's heart was bleeding, "Business is one thing, and personal favors are another. You can't let me suffer such a big loss. How about we each take a step back, and this money..."

"Sorry, we have no intention to sell the houses."

Qiang Xin was incredulous, "You'd better think this through. Opportunities like this are rare. That neighborhood is truly haunted; you absolutely can't live there."

"I heard the new owner has never made a loss on a deal. Why would he spend so much to buy back the houses?"

Yue Qingqing's words made Qiang Xin ponder deeply, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he would definitely suffer a big loss in any situation.

"How about this, usually when buying goods from a mall, you can return them without reason. I won't ask you to return the houses; just compensate me a bit. I'm not asking for much, just an additional 5%, how about that?"

Qiang Xin felt his demand wasn't high, but Yue Qingqing refused outright.

"I've never heard of such a situation. If you really want your money back, we can meet in court."

Qiang Xin gritted his teeth, "A mighty dragon cannot crush a local snake. You're all outsiders..."

"Are you sure you want to continue this conversation? I'm recording the call, and if there's any threat to my personal safety, I'll report it to the police immediately."

Qiang Xin was suddenly rendered speechless, left only with simmering resentment.

"Fine, suit yourselves."

Yue Qingqing was nonchalant, "If after we bought the houses a natural disaster occurs, like an earthquake, or some other reason flattens the neighborhood, will Mr. Jiang be willing to compensate us for our losses?"

Of course not.

Qiang Xin immediately understood the implication of Yue Qingqing's words.

Buying and selling is all about insight, and one must bear one's own losses.

Why should Yue Qingqing compensate for Qiang Xin's loss?

Qiang Xin was left speechless, grudgingly hanging up the phone in frustration.

He cursed their ancestors back eighteen generations in his heart.

For someone like him, not gaining something when going out is considered a loss.

Being the kind to pluck a feather from a passing goose, how could he tolerate such a big loss?

In his frustration, Qiang Xin leaked the matter to the media.

The media, always on the lookout for attention-grabbing stories, were naturally interested upon hearing that a renowned domestic entrepreneur had taken over a neighborhood famously known as a Beijing urban legend.

Reports surfaced quickly.

Just as people were feeling bored after the New Year holidays, several key phrases piqued their attention.

Zhou Yiran himself was a traffic point.

This handsome man born with a silver spoon was practically like a character from a romance novel, attracting more attention than your average male celebrity.

Moreover, the construction site incident and the haunting rumors were sensational enough.

Soon, old reports were dug up and compared.

In no time, Champs-Élysées was in the spotlight, but it was not a positive focus.

These chaotic news items tied to the residential area only served to further drive down the property prices.

After all, people just want to buy a comfortable home. Who wants to buy a haunted house?

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