Chapter 1181: Chapter 352: The "Female Ghost" at Home (Part 2)
This mansion, you see, already has a potential buyer, though they’re planning to turn it into a private club.
That being the case, the furniture in the mansion won’t be suitable anymore.
"All the furniture is made of excellent Hainan Huanghuali wood, in an antique style. There’s everything from eight-panel screens, curio shelves, to desks with rolling cloud edges, and complete sets for the tea room... Basically, it’s all there. The four-story mansion has a lot of furnishings, quite a lot indeed, it should be enough for you. Even if there’s a little short, it won’t be much.
This Huanghuali of Dragon Country, you know, was driven up by domestic speculators years ago. The concept of Hainan Huanghuali was speculated to sky-high prices.
But after the speculators pulled out, the market no longer had major players causing disturbances. Along with materials from Southeast Asian countries entering Dragon Country in bulk, the price of Huanghuali soon fell.
Nowadays, few are willing to collect this stuff in large quantities.
It’s no longer the sky-high price of the past. But actually, the wood material is still very good and it’s still an upper-grade material for furniture... I looked at some photos from when the house was sold, I can send them to you later so you can see if the style of the furniture suits your taste.
The price shouldn’t be too expensive because the new buyer plans to convert the house into a club. This furniture will most likely not be useful for them and would need handling anyway.
But such a large amount and all in sets, it’s hard for most people to handle in one go.
If we make a move to acquire it, we might still press down the price.
I found out that the buyer of the house plans to store this batch of stuff in a warehouse first and then sell it off slowly.
But you think... sell it off slowly, it could take forever, and no one can buy it all at once. So it’ll be bit by bit, a table here, a set of cabinets there, slowly dealt with.
If you can swallow it all in one go, I can open a channel to someone to negotiate! The price, we can definitely negotiate!"
On the phone, Hu Shangke was full of confidence as he stood at the roadside hailing a cab, ready to go to the site for a closer look and take more photos for Chen Yan to carefully evaluate.
Hu Shangke was working so diligently that Chen Yan felt quite satisfied and was about to say a few words of courtesy when suddenly there was a sharp cry from Hu Shangke on the other end.
Then, the call abruptly cut off.
Did something happen to Hu Shangke?
Chen Yan immediately furrowed his brows — when they were having dinner last night, he indeed saw a faint wisp of calamity qi atop Hu Shangke’s head. But later he casually helped dispel and resolve it.
By rights, with his intervention, Hu Shangke should have smooth sailing and no troubles for a while.
It’s just a pity that he didn’t have Hu Shangke’s Eight Characters on hand to verify by immediate calculation.
Still, Chen Yan remained composed, after all, he was already a Third Realm Cultivator, trained in the art of cultivating one’s spirit.
He calmly got up, put on his outerwear, and changed his shoes.
Just as he finished all this, sure enough, his phone rang again.
An unfamiliar phone number, but it was Hu Shangke calling.
On the phone, Hu Shangke still sounded in good spirits, although carrying a hint of excitement from being startled and a tinge of pain.
Lao Hu really did end up in an incident. This call, he had borrowed someone else’s phone to make.
Just as he was calling Chen Yan earlier, waiting by the roadside for a cab, unexpectedly and suddenly an out-of-control delivery e-bike crashed into him.
Hu Shangke was knocked over immediately; his phone fell to the ground, the screen shattered, and it went dead.
"I’m fine, brother, don’t worry, just took a tumble, might’ve twisted my ankle. Borrowing a phone to call you just to let you know, that the call cut off halfway when this happened, I was afraid you’d be worried.
Also, seeing how today is, I can’t go there to take photos of the furniture for you, gotta hit the hospital first... Ouch, it really does hurt a bit."
On the other end, Hu Shangke was gritting his teeth, hissing through the pain.
"Alright, see you at the hospital. I’ll come find you." Without another word, Chen Yan went out the door.
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Although Hu Shangke repeatedly said over the phone that Chen Yan didn’t need to come, half an hour later, Chen Yan was already at a city’s hospital surgical department, seeing Hu Shangke, who had registered and was waiting to be seen.
Chen Yan felt he must come because this matter had stirred a bit of suspicion in him.
Clearly he had already helped him clear away the calamity qi, yet how could such an event still occur?
Unless after they parted last night, Hu Shangke came into contact with something he shouldn’t have? Or did he do something in just one evening that angered both man and god, facing retributive mishap?
Could it really be such a coincidence!
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Hu Shangke wasn’t seriously injured; though knocked over, thankfully it was winter, and with layers of clothing, he didn’t suffer any abrasions.
If it had been summer, there would have likely been scrapes and bruises.
After an examination, the most serious injury was a twisted ankle from the fall.
To be safe they took an X-ray; fortunately, no bones were hurt, but soft tissue was bruised, and there was a sprain.
The ankle was visibly swollen, should really be kept still for a few days.
None of this was important.
The most crucial part was Chen Yan narrowing his eyes, noticing that atop Hu Shangke’s head, a faint trace of calamity qi reappeared!
