The value isn’t in the house, but in the land.
Old Factory Street is located in the Jiangbei Old City District. Although the infrastructure around it is outdated, schools, hospitals, markets, and supermarkets are all available, marking it as a prime area.
Otherwise, it wouldn’t attract so many workers and lower-class families to settle here, nor would it draw the coveting of gang members fighting over territory.
Of course, due to a series of recent events, both the Three Wolves Gang and the Red Tiger Gang have retreated in discouragement.
Currently, no gang dares to meddle in the North Point District.
Apart from a few idle hooligans, no one dares collect protection fees here, thus improving public security considerably.
If it gets demolished in the future, the compensation for this piece of land could easily double or triple.
Buying this building not only solves current living issues but also serves as a lucrative long-term investment.
And right now, it’s the perfect opportunity to make a move.
In a few years, as the impact of the murders fades, property prices will inevitably rise again.
By then, even if you offer a little extra money, as long as the landlord isn’t foolish, they definitely won’t sell easily.
Fang Cheng made up his mind and calculated quickly.
He just estimated the money he currently has and referenced the average price of houses nearby.
If he wants to buy this entire building, clearly he doesn’t have enough funds yet.
Fang Cheng quietly thought.
It’s no big deal, I’ll just take on a few more "assassin jobs," and soon I’ll earn enough.
Having just finished stir-frying a dish of "spicy chicken cubes," he flicked the pan and turned off the heat.
Suddenly, Fang Cheng felt a jolt in his mind.
It was as if an invisible thread was gently tugged from a distant place, drawing his consciousness.
Then, a clear ripple emerged deep in his mind.
Someone was calling him?
His thoughts shifted slightly, and he nonchalantly poured the dish into a plate and said to his mom:
"Mom, I need to use the bathroom urgently, could you watch the stove?"
Li Biyun wiped her hands, took the spatula, and without suspecting anything, efficiently prepared the next dish.
Fang Cheng walked out of the kitchen with the dish, placed it on the dining table, and greeted his grandfather and uncle who were watching TV.
Then, he crossed the living room and entered a quiet room on the second floor that nobody was using, gently closing the door.
He leaned against the window, letting his consciousness dive deep into his mind, extending outward along that invisible spiritual link.
He then responded in a deep voice:
"Xu Hao, what’s wrong?"
"Boss, something’s happened! It’s urgent!"
Xu Hao’s anxious voice quickly came through the spiritual link.
Upon hearing this, Fang Cheng’s eyes narrowed.
The next instant, he saw the scene on Xu Hao’s side in his vision.
It was a well-illuminated office, neatly organized with a solemn atmosphere.
The walls were a cold white-gray, and one side of the bookshelf was filled with dossiers and document folders.
Some photos resembling official events were taped on the wall, and one personal photo was prominently displayed.
The man with the square-shaped face in the frame wore a black uniform adorned with badges, with sharp eyes that commanded respect.
It was none other than the familiar Gao Jin.
At the moment, Xu Hao sat in a guest chair.
On the opposite office desk was a gilded trophy, its base inscribed with "Champion of the 23rd Police Firearms Shooting Competition."
Fang Cheng’s gaze flickered as he immediately grasped the situation, then said:
"Are the Special Search Team people questioning you?"
"Uh? Boss, you’re really spot on! How did you know?"
Xu Hao was surprised for a second, and without waiting for Fang Cheng’s response, he started babbling spontaneously:
"Here’s the thing, earlier this morning, my mom called me to come home, saying a primary school classmate of mine was looking for me."
"I was puzzled as it’s been so many years without contact, who could be so mysterious."
"When I arrived home, I saw that Special Search Team officer Zhou Liang sitting on my sofa having tea waiting for me!"
Xu Hao’s mind was full of indignation.
"Damn it, it was him who knocked me out and took me away last time, interrogating me for half a day."
"Now they’re at it again, using my mom as an excuse, forcing me to explain the ’Smiling Demon’ incident."
After a few curses, Xu Hao’s voice became helpless:
"I was forced to cooperate quietly and follow him to avoid alarming my mom."
Fang Cheng hesitated upon hearing this, then replied calmly:
"Didn’t I instruct you last time?"
"If they ask about this matter, just embellish the list of crimes Cheng Jiashu committed from the Noah meeting and repeat them, then tell them he’s a traitor hunted by the Noah Organization with a codename ’White Owl.’"
"Yeah, I told them everything!"
Xu Hao’s voice was very aggrieved:
"But they acted as if they took the wrong medicine, insisting I have some unspeakable connection with that murderer..."
Just then, the office door opened with a "creak."
A lean young man carrying a coffee stepped in, it was Second Level Officer Zhou Liang.
Behind him was a burly man in a black elastic shirt, his arm muscles knotted.
He appeared tough and was Zhou Liang’s colleague, Ali.
"Hey, have you decided yet?"
Zhou Liang placed the steaming coffee on the table, asking leisurely:
"What exactly is your relationship with Cheng Jiashu? Have you been in touch recently?"
"Kid, what are you daydreaming about? Answer the question! Don’t mess around with me!"
Ali stepped forward with interlocked hands, creating a cracking sound from his knuckles, glaring fiercely at Xu Hao.