"President Zhang, you've arrived."
Upon entering the sales department, sales staff immediately greeted him with obvious flattery.
Zhang Xiangu nodded in response, carrying the air of a CEO, making it hard to connect him with the pervert who had previously been lying on the ground and seemed to really enjoy playing twisted games.
"President Zhang, President Qian and President Qin are in the third-floor lounge. Would you like to go up?"
A sales manager, dressed in professional attire and looking somewhat attractive, hurried over and whispered.
"They both came too?" Zhang Xiangu said in surprise, "When did they arrive?"
"President Qian arrived in the morning, and President Qin just arrived not long ago. They both had lunch here," said the sales manager.
Zhang Xiangu replied, "Alright, I got it. There's nothing for you here; you can go."
"Understood, President Zhang," the manager answered.
"Their arrival is quite timely, as I need to discuss some issues related to the construction site with them." Zhang Xiangu turned back to say, "You don't mind joining us, do you?"
Yang Jian said, "Since all the important people are here today, why not discuss this deal now?"
"Young man, you're quite impatient. It would be good if you can really get it done, but it's impossible to finalize such a big deal within a day—business is not that simple," Zhang Xiangu said with a smile.
His willingness to cooperate with Yang Jian was not because he truly wanted to share such a large slice of profit with him.
It was because he wanted to buy an insurance policy for his family.
If Yang Jian really could solve the supernatural incidents, Zhang Xiangu naturally wouldn't mind establishing a long-term cooperative relationship with such a unique talent.
As for the forty percent profit share, that's predicated on his ability to take over the properties from President Qian and President Qin.
However, in his heart, Zhang Xiangu felt that Yang Jian wouldn't be able to do it—those two old foxes were not easy to deal with.
"President Zhang, please hold on. Our boss is inside, having a meeting."
Just as he reached the third floor and was about to enter the guest room, two black-suited bodyguards at the door obstructed Zhang Xiangu, Yang Jian, and Zhang Wei.
Zhang Xiangu's expression darkened, and he said in a stern voice, "President Qian and President Qin are putting on quite the lofty airs. In my own sales department, they don't allow me in and have bodyguards block the door? What's the meaning of this? Step aside, or I'll have you jump out of here."
He gestured towards the nearby window after speaking.
The bodyguards' faces changed, and they dared not obstruct them anymore.
Zhang Xiangu pushed the door open, his expression instantly changed to a breezy smile, "Haha, what wind blew President Qian and President Qin into my sales department for tea? That's right, I happen to have a can of fine tea here; I must insist that you both try some."
Two men in suits were currently sitting on a sofa, smoking and seemingly discussing something.
"President Zhang, perfect timing. We were just talking about you. Let's leave the tea for later," said a short, bald, overweight man with a cheery expression.
"Oh? I'm on President Qin's mind? Now, that's something I'm curious about," Zhang Xiangu said with a smile.
On the side, a dark-skinned, skinny man, puffing on a cigarette, said, "President Zhang, President Qin and I were discussing the construction site issue. I think that stopping construction and prohibiting sales wasn't a correct decision. We still need to sell the houses. With so much capital tied up in such a large plot of land, the risk is not small.
We cannot let the disappearance of a few people affect our sales."
"I feel the same way. Look, I've recently brought in a professional exactly for that reason—to investigate the disappearance of the construction workers,"
Zhang Xiangu introduced with a smile, "Yang Jian, a professional talent in a special industry, specializes in solving supernatural incidents."
"Supernatural incidents?"
President Qin chuckled, "President Zhang, where did you find this greenhorn? Is he even of age yet? A professional? You could at least try to make it sound more believable. I might have believed you if you'd brought a monk, a Taoist priest, or a feng shui master."
"He doesn't even have a full beard yet, what abilities could he possibly have?"
"International detective, Yang Jian, I'm pleased to meet you both," he said coolly as he walked over and extended a hand.
Yang Jian wasn't angered. With a calm expression on his face, he walked over and reached out his hand.
"An international detective? You might as well say you're a peace ambassador. President Zhang, we're all people of status, let's not bring in every Tom, Dick, or Harry. Our time is precious."
President Qian shook his head with a chuckle, flicked his cigarette ash flying over with a dismissive gesture, clearly not believing a word.
Looking at the ash on his clothes, Yang Jian didn't mind. He simply brushed it off and said calmly, "I'm well aware of how valuable both your time is, gentlemen. But surely that can't compare to the value of your lives."
"Kid, what are you talking about? President Zhang, aren't you going to manage your people?"
President Qian's face darkened as he looked towards Zhang Xiangu.
Zhang Xiangu smiled; "Yang Jian is here to help with some complicated issues at the construction site, it's not as straightforward as you might think."
He clearly had no intention of intervening in the conflict between Yang Jian and the two presidents. Moreover, he was curious to see what special abilities Yang Jian had.
If Yang Jian couldn't produce any real results, then their negotiation was merely empty talk and meant nothing.
"He's right, this construction site is not as simple as it seems. You probably aren't aware, but it's not accidents that are causing workers to disappear. The real reason is ghosts," said Yang Jian.
The mention of ghosts prompted President Qin and President Qian to burst into laughter.
"Alright, enough of that. Save your swindler tricks for someone else, President Zhang. Let's send your man out and continue discussing the sales issue. I think we can launch a promotion campaign soon, with an additional ten million each for advertising costs, and operate it like we have in the past. What do you think?" President Qin said, disregarding Yang Jian and turning to Zhang Xiangu.
They had seen too many con artists trying to scam money and saw no need to treat them kindly.
If you let them stick around, you'd never be able to shake them off.
Zhang Xiangu still didn't speak; he was determined to let Yang Jian handle the situation.
After all, he had truly seen a ghost with his own eyes, so he had some expectations for Yang Jian's performance.
"It's understandable that you don't believe. Such things are indeed beyond comprehension and difficult to believe without seeing them firsthand. It's hard to believe ghosts exist in this world."
Yang Jian spoke unhurriedly: "So, I'll get straight to the point. Let me show you both the truth."
"Oh? What truth? Are you about to perform some magic trick?" President Qin asked mockingly.
"It's not a magic trick. It's the truth about this sales office," said Yang Jian.
"Because the real ghost is right here in this sales office."
As he spoke, the Ghost Eye on his forehead slowly opened.
The surroundings began to be enveloped in a red glow.
A multi-billion-dollar deal warranted Yang Jian using the Ghost Domain personally to convince the two presidents.
Watching the fierce eye open on Yang Jian's forehead, the smile on the face of President Qian, who had been mocking earlier, slowly stiffened.