Chapter 68 Chance Encounter
Yu Ming didn't treat Cui Jian to a good meal, he just took him to eat at a restaurant he often went to. Lunch was at a restaurant not far from the community. Although it sold Chinese food, the appearance, aroma and taste were much worse than what Cui Jian prepared himself. Of course, Cui Jian didn't comment on this.

Yu Ming looked at the message on his phone and said, "Li Qin committed suicide last night."

Cui Jian asked: "Is he dead?"

Yu Ming: “Not dead.”

Cui Jian sighed, this is not the end yet.

Yu Ming: “It’s probably because of this.”

Cui Jian sighed again: "She committed suicide, why am I the unlucky one?" He felt that he should change his name to Cui Tan.

Yu Ming asked: "Aren't you going to explain?"

Cui Jian: "With such a huge gap between us, even if someone believes you, what does it matter? Even if Li Qin explains, I will still be cheated. Right or wrong is not important. Li Qin didn't explain, which means that cheating me is her real intention." Cui Jian wanted to understand that as long as Li Qin was unhappy, he would be in trouble. To make Li Qin happy, he had to make himself unhappy.

After he finished speaking, the phone rang. Cui Jian saw that the number was unfamiliar and answered it: "Hello." Then he hung up and blocked the number.

Yu Ming was amused. He fumbled in his pocket for a while and handed over a small wrapped envelope: "Change your number."

Cui Jian opened the envelope, poured out the phone card inside, removed the card and replaced it, then without hesitation broke the original card and threw it into the trash can.

Cui Jian called Yu Ming and they both wrote down each other's phone numbers.

After lunch, the two waited in a nearby coffee shop. Cui Jian went to the bathroom and changed into a Taoist robe. Fortunately, there was no one in the coffee shop at that time, so it was not too embarrassing. Ten minutes later, the landlord came to the coffee shop. Cui Jian looked like a disciple of a master who had come down the mountain to gain experience. He didn't say much the whole time. The landlord didn't have many ideas. After chatting for a few words, he signed the entrustment agreement, left the key, and left. Before leaving, he paid the bill.

The landlord is kindhearted and doesn't want to harm anyone. If someone can live in the house for 49 days without any accidents, it means that his house is not a haunted house. Rather than taking the risk of letting ordinary people move in, it is better to ask outsiders for help.

Yu Ming still had work to do, so the two said goodbye outside the coffee shop. Yu Ming told Cui Jian to contact him if he had any difficulties. It was not shameful to need help from friends, but it was shameful to need help but no friends to help.

Cui Jian had already changed out of his Taoist robe and returned it to Yu Ming. He dragged his few belongings to the nearest bus stop and looked at the bus stop sign for a while, then leaned against a street lamp near the bus stop and waited quietly. Car? He couldn't afford to drive a car, so he found a free parking lot and left it there first. If anyone from Yu Ming's place wanted the car, he could just ask Yu Ming to sell it, after all, Yu Ming's detective agency also had a used car business.

Because of Yu Ming, Cui Jian changed his view on the word "friend" to a certain extent. Perhaps it was because they were in the same circle. Thinking wildly and unrestrainedly, the No. 51 bus slowly came to the station. Cui Jian leaned his back against the street lamp pole and walked towards the bus. However, he didn't expect a girl holding milk tea in both hands to come over from the side. The two bumped into each other, and half of the two cups of milk tea spilled on the girl.

The girl wore a floral dress and tied her hair into two ponytails. Her chubby face made her look extremely delicate and fresh. Cui Jian looked at the girl like an old lady looking at celery, and couldn't help wanting to pinch the root to see how much juice she could squeeze out.

The girl stared at Cui Jian blankly, her eyes full of grievance and tears welling up in them. Cui Jian was a little flustered when he saw this. What should he do? The bored people waiting for the bus nearby had already started to watch the fun.

The girl left with tears and words: "Pay me compensation."

"Pay, pay, don't cry." Cui Jian quickly took out his phone and said, "Transfer the money."

The girl took a big sip of milk tea, put the empty cup into the trash can next to her, and took out her cell phone: "Ten thousand."

Cui Jian felt a pain in his chest, but he still scanned the code to transfer the money. Just as he was about to leave, the girl reached out and grabbed Cui Jian's sleeve: "Clothes, I spent two months saving money to buy this handmade dress."

Cui Jian looked at it for a while and asked: "How much?"

The girl replied: "One million."

Cui Jian was shocked: "One million? But miss, your clothes don't even have any spots." The fashionable boy said: "Uncle, this is what you don't understand. This dress is finely made, tailored to fit, and there are no spots. It should be a custom-made dress."

Cui Jian was skeptical: "Really?" He did not suspect that the two were in cahoots, nor did he suspect that the girl was a liar. After all, 100 million was not a lot of money, and the price of the milk tea was not too high.

The boy nodded: "That's right." Then he got in the car and left.

Cui Jian looked at the girl, the girl looked at Cui Jian, then looked at her clothes, and was about to cry again. Cui Jian hurriedly said, "Can you wash it?"

The girl nodded: "It can be dry cleaned."

Cui Jian asked: "How much does dry cleaning cost?" He didn't even dare to mention the depreciation fee.

Girl: “I don’t know.”

Cui Jian: "Then what should I do?" This is what poor people do. If he had millions, he would not waste time on such nonsense with girls.

The girl thought for a while and said: "Add me as a friend. I will take a photo of the receipt and send it to you after the dry cleaning."

"Okay." Cui Jian and the girl opened KKT and added each other as friends.

The girl glanced at Cui Jian's empty friend list and asked with some doubt, "You're not lying to me, are you?"

Cui Jian: "Absolutely not, Ye Rannuo, right?"

The girl said anxiously: "Yerannuo is my real name. Look here, my nickname is Yiyi."

Cui Jian stopped playing KKT after he recovered his memory. He registered this account just now while eating: "Fish Head is my nickname." This is the nickname he thought of when he saw the chopped pepper fish head.

Ye Rannuo felt that he was at a disadvantage: "Show me your real name. Click here to open your personal information, Cui Jian, and give me your phone number, otherwise what if you block me?"

Cui Jian handed over his phone number. Silly girl, the phone number can also be blocked.

Ye Rannuo wrote down the number, looked towards the bus stop, and stuffed the other half of the milk tea in Cui Jian's hand: "Yours." After that, she ignored Cui Jian and got on the bus. Cui Jian looked at Ye Rannuo, who was sitting in her seat, lowering her head and wiping the milk tea on her skirt with a tissue, and then looked at Cui Jian.

Similarly, Cui Jian did not notice Ye Rannuo's slightly hooked mouth and somewhat smug smile.

Cui Jian checked his current assets. The 80 yuan in compensation from the Lin Group had already been paid to him. With the remaining balance, Cui Jian's current account balance was 110 million yuan. With the consumption level in Hancheng, he would have to cook for himself for the next 49 days. As for unemployment benefits, forget it. He had been employed for too short a time and would not get much money.

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It is better to say that it is a self-built house than a villa area. A small house with an area of ​​80 square meters plus a front yard of square meters is the whole villa. The villas are next to each other. Most of the villas have very high walls, and the materials used are bricks and cement. The purpose is naturally to protect their privacy.

There are five buildings in each row, neatly arranged, and the roads in the villa area are relatively wide.

Villa No. 30, where Cui Jian is about to move into, is located next to the intersection. This row of five villas is quite different. Their walls are made of metal fences, and the height is only meters. You can see the situation in each other's yards just by looking up.

Cui Jian dragged his suitcase into Villa No. 30. The villa has three floors, and the ground in the yard is paved with cement. There are no flowers or trees planted. The first floor is the dining room, kitchen and living room. The back door of the kitchen leads to the road. The second floor is the study, the master bedroom and the secondary bedroom, each with a separate bathroom. The master bedroom and the secondary bedroom are basically fully furnished. There are two bookcases in the study, which are full of books. There are five rooms on the third floor, and the house is empty.

(End of this chapter)