"I did the math for the up; including the previous three videos and the phone scamrs, he’s already put fourteen people behind bars!"
"These things are really satisfying, a real catharsis, but every ti I watch the up’s videos, I’m a bit on edge, afraid I might get locked up too."
"Man! I saw this up three years ago, glared at him once, and just got out two days ago. Who would have thought he’d be so popular now?"
"Turns out you were cellmates! Which prison were you at? I also t the up a year ago—didn’t greet him. My cri was lighter, so I was released after a year."
"I can’t believe there are so many victims! Everyone the up put away before, let’s gather and discuss our reincorporation."
"..."
Within this comnt thread, many people pretended to be victims, using their ’painful lessons’ to tell everyone to definitely like, comnt, and share the videos—all three actions.
There were those who went in for not greeting.
There were those who went in for just a glance.
There were those who went in because the snoring from next door was too loud.
Even more absurdly, there were those who went in for being ’too ugly.’
Qin Mu’s mouth twitched when he saw these reasons.
This generation of netizens... was truly full of characters.
At the sa ti, this also showed that his efforts in spreading positivity were having so effect. At least in the current video comnt sections, online violence and hostility had clearly decreased significantly.
Morality is sothing one should use to govern oneself. Yet, online, so trolls always imposed their moral standards on others, demanding how they should act or blaming them for their perceived faults.
Considering the current online environnt, Qin Mu actually thought it was much better than before. His own efforts might be insignificant and unable to change much, but making even a small difference was good.
...
「The next day.」
Around noon, after lunch, Qin Mu received a bank transfer from the auction house.
2.2 million, all transferred into his bank account. The fees and commissions, naturally, were borne by the buyer.
And the bank card was the exact one he had previously offered to Sun Chenglin, who hadn’t dared to accept it.
Including his own deposit of two hundred thousand, his net worth had now grown to 2.4 million.
"It’s ti to sell the house," looking at the balance on his card, Qin Mu murmured to himself.
Actually, when he previously ntioned selling the house to Sun Chenglin, it wasn’t just idle talk. He had had this idea for a long ti.
He currently owned a house that his parents, in this lifeti, had left him before they passed away. It was located outside the Fourth Ring and was quite old. Being far from the nursing ho, trips back were usually quite troubleso. Therefore, he had always wanted to trade it for a house closer to the nursing ho.
The nursing ho was located in the city center of Jin City, a fairly bustling area. House prices there weren’t outrageous but had already exceeded twenty thousand per square ter.
However, with the two million he’d obtained from the auction, plus the money from selling his current house, he would have plenty of options. He should be able to buy a house that suited him. He wasn’t an ascetic monk; with money, one should naturally improve one’s living conditions.
Later, he found an online real estate agency platform and uploaded his property deed and other information. Half an hour later, his application to sell his house was approved.
A phone call ca through.
"Hello, is this Mr. Qin Mu?"
"I am Lin Zhen, your real estate agent. The platform has just approved your request to sell your house."
"We now need to visit in person and then do a VR video shoot for promotional display. Do you have ti this afternoon?"
Once the call connected, a middle-aged voice, belonging to soone around thirty, ca through.
Qin Mu nodded. "I have ti."
He was at the nursing ho, and there really wasn’t much work to do. Along with Wang Dachui, they were called the two biggest idlers.
Skipping an afternoon of work would likely go unnoticed. If he were caught, at most half a day’s salary would be docked. No big deal.
...
「Jin City.」
Outside the Fourth Ring, in an old residential area.
On the sixth floor, at the staircase landing.
Real estate agent Lin Zhen put away his tablet and placed it in his briefcase. He looked towards Qin Mu.
"Mr. Qin, the video has already been recorded."
Then, he pulled out a property listing agreent and did a final check. "The furniture and furnishings inside—you’ve confird you want to include them in the sale, right?"
"The selling price is 800,000."
"Utility and property managent fees have all been settled, with no disputes."
"The property title is in my na."
"Once the paynt is made for the house, the transfer of ownership can be done imdiately..."
Each item he ntioned was clearly listed in the contract.
Qin Mu took the contract and started to read it carefully. This contract was a standard sales listing agreent, all in accordance with regulations. After making sure everything was correct, he also signed his na.
His apartnt was just over seventy square ters. Located outside the Fourth Ring, it was an old building without an elevator and situated on the sixth floor. According to the current market price, it could sell for about 800,000.
"Alright, after we get back, we’ll imdiately start looking for buyers for you, hoping to sell the house as soon as possible."
Lin Zhen extended his hand, initiating a handshake.
Qin Mu nodded his head. He now had 2.4 million, and with the 800,000 from this sale, he should be able to buy a nice house in the city center.
Soon after, considering he rarely stayed there, he directly handed the house keys to Lin Zhen so he could bring clients for viewings at any ti.
Just before leaving, Qin Mu added, "By the way, if a buyer is genuinely interested, I’m willing to lower the price of 800,000 by thirty to fifty thousand."
Lin Zhen smiled. Thumping his chest, he said, "With such an accommodating seller, I’m sure this house will sell within three days!"
Qin Mu nodded. He was also aware that in the secondary housing market, the biggest hurdle was often that neither party would budge on the price, leading to an impasse and preventing a deal. He didn’t mind losing out on thirty to fifty thousand if it ant selling the house sooner and moving into a large, comfortable new ho more quickly.
...
「The next day.」
Qin Mu was at the nursing ho as usual, looking after Zhang Qingyuan and the other elderly residents, playing chess and gas with them.
The nursing ho had returned to its usual tranquility, filled with laughter and joy.
Without encountering any more troubleso people or incidents, Qin Mu felt particularly at ease. Life, after all, should be lived comfortably.
anwhile, Lin Zhen had brought seven or eight clients to view the house in one day. Many people viewed the house and said it was nice, but none showed any intention to buy.
Qin Mu wasn’t in a hurry about this. He told Lin Zhen to take his ti. Selling a house, he figured, often ca down to a bit of luck and finding the right person who connected with it. If soone took an imdiate liking, it might sell right away.
However, the next day, another seven or eight people viewed the house, but still, no one wanted to buy.
On the third day, the number of viewers rose to over ten. Yet, Lin Zhen still reported that no one had expressed a desire to make an offer.
Is my house that bad? Qin Mu began to wonder if there was sothing wrong with its Feng Shui.
Moreover, he had already offered a price of 750,000, which was quite low for the market. Logically, there should have been strong interest. Yet, after three days, not a single person had even wanted to discuss it further with him.
"Mr. Qin, don’t worry, our company has mobilized all our custor resources, actively promoting your property. In a few more days, it’s bound to be sold!" Over the phone, Lin Zhen hurriedly explained.
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