Afterward, he agreed to the agent’s request and met with the homeowner that evening to sign the tripartite sale contract. He had also reviewed this contract in detail. It was a very standard tripartite contract on the market, protecting the rights and interests of both the buyer and the seller.
It seems I’ve encountered a legitimate agent this time, Qin Mu thought. After the transaction was successful, he couldn’t help but sigh. There really are more good people in the world. It must have been just bad luck before that led him to a dishonest agent like Lin Zhen. This time, after adding luck value, his fortune was obviously much better. Just walking into any agency, he found a legitimate, conscientious, reliable agent.
After signing the contract, Qin Mu once again experienced the agent’s "responsibility" the very next morning. At 8:30 a.m., the agent called, urging him to get ready and meet at the real estate bureau. At ten in the morning, after Qin Mu made the final payment, the original homeowner completed the transfer with him and handed over the keys. After the transfer was completed, he distinctly noticed the agent let out a sigh of relief, displaying a look as if a burden had been lifted.
Looking at the agent, Qin Mu suggested, "Thanks for making the deal go through so quickly. How about we go have lunch together later?"
Such a conscientious and responsible agent... was really rare.
However, no sooner had he finished speaking than the agent’s face changed dramatically. He shook his head as if it were a rattle drum and hastily declined, "Mr. Qin, there’s no need for lunch. I have some other matters, so I’ll take my leave first."
After saying this, he left the scene as if fleeing.
Qin Mu: "..."
He wasn’t sure if it was just his imagination, but he always felt the agent was somewhat afraid of him.
「The nursing home.」
After completing the transfer, Qin Mu returned there at noon to continue his afternoon work. During their chess game, Zhang Qingyuan and the others learned of his successful house purchase and were very happy, urging Qin Mu to treat them to celebrate his housewarming. Of course, he didn’t refuse. With a generous wave of his hand, he declared, "Street stalls! Eat your fill!"
This brought a round of complaints from Zhang Qingyuan and the others.
In response, Qin Mu shrugged. "If you don’t want to go, then I won’t treat."
"We’ll go! When someone’s offering a treat, how could we not go?!" Zhang Qingyuan and the others quickly nodded; not one of them declined.
They also knew that, being older, they couldn’t stray too far from the nursing home. For a celebratory meal, a nearby street stall was indeed the best choice.
After work, Qin Mu led Zhang Qingyuan and the others out of the nursing home to a nearby street stall. Once the group of elders had eaten and drunk their fill, Qin Mu escorted them back to the nursing home, then walked home himself. His newly bought apartment wasn’t far from the nursing home, just a few hundred meters away. After a ten-minute walk, he entered the Mountain and Water Garden District, where he lived in Building 10. The district boasted ample greenery and leisure facilities, and he was quite satisfied with its living environment.
However, as he reached the ground floor of Building 10, CLANG!
A green beer bottle fell from the sky, smashing to the ground right at his feet. It landed less than thirty centimeters from him—roughly a single step away. In an instant, he felt his hair stand on end, his complexion turning deathly pale.
High-altitude littering?
He couldn’t help but look up, directly above where the bottle had fallen. He could only see the balconies of Building 10, Unit 2, that faced the atrium. There was no one on them.
The beer bottle smashing before his eyes also startled the other Mountain and Water Garden District residents who were out for a walk. They all dodged to one side, cautiously keeping their distance from Qin Mu’s location.
"That’s terrifying! Who the hell threw that beer bottle? What if it had hit someone?"
"Thank goodness no one was hurt. The person who threw that bottle is despicable! There are so many people walking around the complex at this time of day."
"Nannan, come here. We’re not playing outside today; let’s go home."
"Let’s go, let’s go, this is too dangerous..."
The district’s residents grumbled for a bit, but none dared to stay outside any longer, fearing another bottle might fall from the sky.
By now, Qin Mu had gradually recovered from the shock. Looking up, he kept his gaze fixed on the balconies of the thirty households on the Building 10, Unit 2 side. The beer bottle had shattered upon impact with the ground.
That force... It certainly couldn’t have come from just the third or fourth floor. Yet, just two days ago, I added 300 points to my luck value. I thought my luck was pretty good. But after this, I only feel a lingering fear. If I hadn’t added those 300 luck points... if I’d been just one step off, wouldn’t that beer bottle have killed me?
Moreover, from his observations, there was a green belt at the base of Building 10. If something accidentally fell from a balcony, it would land on the green belt. It’s impossible for it to land on the internal paths of the district. This bottle... it must have been deliberately thrown outwards with force by someone in Building 10, Unit 2!
It was the post-dinner period, a time when many working professionals and elderly residents of the district would be out for a stroll after their meal. Foot traffic was considerable. With this in mind, Qin Mu immediately called He Bimin, the property manager of Mountain and Water Garden, and explained the situation.
"What? Someone threw something from a high place?" He Bimin was both shocked and angry after listening. "Our property management has repeatedly warned against high-altitude littering. We’ve always emphasized the prohibition! Nothing like this has ever happened before." He continued, "Mr. Qin, rest assured, I’ll issue a warning in the residents’ group chat immediately to make them aware of how dangerous this is."
Having said that, he took out his phone and drafted an announcement banning high-altitude littering for the Building 10, Unit 2 residents’ group chat.
"That’s it?" Qin Mu almost laughed out of exasperation at He Bimin’s response. I narrowly escaped death, and this property manager... just posts a warning in the group chat?
He Bimin sighed, explaining with a helpless expression, "Mr. Qin, I know you were nearly hit just now. But the source of the object is unknown. Even if we wanted to talk to the residents, we wouldn’t know who to approach."
In his years as a property manager, He Bimin had actually encountered many such incidents of high-altitude littering. But tracing the source was extremely difficult. The person who threw the object would never admit to it, and without concrete evidence, all property management could do was issue a verbal warning.
Qin Mu snorted coldly. "Then do you know that throwing objects from high places is now a criminal offense?"
He Bimin gave a bitter smile. "I know. Even though it’s a criminal offense, it’s truly impossible to find out who did it. If we could, our property management would definitely help you investigate!"
The incident had occurred suddenly, and locking down the source was just too difficult. Even employing methods like traceology and aerodynamics, it was very hard to pinpoint which floor it came from.