A night of silence.

Before dawn, Yan Zheng woke up.

The words "mission failed" hung over Yan Zheng's head like a knife.

There are two more chances, no, not one to be precise.

With the company's behavior, after failing the mission for the second time, there is definitely no chance of failing the mission for the third time.

At that time, the company will be eager to pull itself down, and the tasks after the second failure will become extremely difficult, and people may even die in the task.

If the task fails once, the company can still wait, but if it fails the second time, the company will certainly not be able to wait.

Just like the vultures on the grassland, when they find their dying prey hovering in the air, they can't wait for the prey to die before flying down to snatch the flesh and blood.

greedy!

The essence of a company is no different than a vulture. It peeks at you when you are alive, misses you when you are weak, and will not hesitate to pounce on you and tear you to pieces when you are dying.

The difference is that vultures only eat flesh and blood, while companies don't even spare their souls.

I stayed up tossing and turning in bed until eight o'clock, then Yan Zheng washed and dressed.

Yan Zheng in the mirror looked a little haggard, with sunken eye sockets and a sallow complexion.

The fright of the supernatural incident and the battle of wits and courage with the company all left Yan Zheng mentally and physically exhausted.

Mission accomplished! Open a box!

Yan Zheng could only encourage himself by opening boxes, hoping that he could complete the task.

Silently encouraging myself, I followed the commuters to get on the bus full of people.

Girls' inferior perfume, men's sweat odor, and the smell of foundation on the girls' faces beside him all mixed together to fill Yan Zheng's sense of smell. For Yan Zheng, who had a slight mysophobia, this mixed smell was no less than torture.

This bus is a commuter bus to the Hi-Tech Zone and is only open during morning and evening peak hours. Most of the people who take this bus are people who work in the Hi-Tech Zone.

Xinchuang Building is in the High-tech Zone, where the front office of Yan Zheng's family is located.

The place where Yan Zheng lives now is not far from the High-tech Zone, at the junction of the urban area and the High-tech Zone, so there are quite a few people renting houses nearby.

The reason why Yan Zheng endured the unpleasant smell and took this bus was because he had his own plan.

The bus at work is like a message distribution center. You may hear all kinds of information on the bus.

Whose wife gave birth to a child, who cheated on her...

So-and-so's business is having a hard time... Gossip, office gossip, work phone calls, etc. are rich and colorful.

Yan Zheng looked forward to hearing news about Xinchuang Building from this group of people.

The full name of Xinchuang Building is New Year Youth Science and Technology Entrepreneurship Building. In the high-tech zone where land is at a premium, the rent of Xinchuang Building is not high, and there are preferential policies for young entrepreneurs, attracting a large number of young entrepreneurs or young companies.

Most of these young people with dreams rent houses near Yan Zheng's home.

If it is as described in the mission, there is a problem on the second floor of Xinchuang Building.

This group of young entrepreneurs may know something about it, and they might gossip about it in the car.

There is always some gap between reality and ideals.

The carriage was not as lively as Yan Zheng expected. Although it was noisy, not many people were talking. Everyone was lowering their heads and playing with their mobile phones.

Disappointed all the way, Yan Zheng couldn't stand the smell inside the car, so he got off the bus at the high-tech zone and prepared to walk the rest of the way.

The Hi-tech Zone is not very big. It is still four or five miles from where you get off the bus to the Xinchuang Building, and you can walk there in half an hour.

Yan Zheng was going to check out his front room first. The 15th day of the seventh lunar month happened to be August 15th, and today was August 20th. The rent date for his front room was September 1st, and there were ten more days.

The day's rent date has arrived, so I took this opportunity to stop by and talk about the rent situation.

Along the way, Yan Zheng was not idle looking at the high-rise buildings that kept pouring out on both sides of the road and began to recall the changes in the Hi-tech Zone in recent years.

The high-tech zone began construction in 2000. At the beginning, there was only one park, the Pioneer Park, surrounded by villages.

Later, the city's policies favored various factories, and industrial parks sprung up around it.

Residential complexes and office buildings were derived. Xinchuang Building was the first batch of office buildings at that time.

It belongs to the same phase of the building as his own front house. Yan Zheng had to admire his parents' vision. The original front house was worth 2 million, but now it has multiplied many times, and the rent is rising every year.

Last year’s rent was RMB 150,000. Considering the abundance of flowers in the Hi-tech Zone this year, the rent can still rise by tens of thousands.

In the midst of my thoughts, I unknowingly walked to the front room of my house. The owner of the shop, Old Wu, greeted me from a distance: "Master, you are here so early. If you want something to eat, please order whatever you want. I'll buy it. The soy milk is good and freshly squeezed in the morning.

Yes, how about a bowl and steamed buns~ I haven’t prepared the rent yet, it may take a few days, you see~”

Yan Zheng smiled and waved his hand: "It's okay, I'm not here to ask for rent today. I went to the High-tech Zone to do some errands. I stopped by to take a look."

While the two were talking, Yan Zheng was led into the room, and then went to the private room on the second floor under the guidance of Lao Wu.

The front room of Yan Zheng's house is about 300 square meters. Old Wu is from the south and has opened a small restaurant, specializing in Jiangsu and Zhejiang cuisine. He usually sells breakfast and other snacks in the morning, a mixture of north and south.

After entering the room, Yan Zheng was not as polite as before: "Old Wu, business is good. This year's rent can't be 150,000. I heard that the rent in the surrounding areas has already increased to 200,000. Shouldn't we also increase it?"

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When Old Wu heard the rent increase, his smiling face instantly froze and he exclaimed: "My boss actually doesn't make much money, otherwise I wouldn't buy breakfast on the side. The rent is 150,000 yuan a year, which is more than 400 yuan a day on average.

The rent is not included in the mess of employee wages, water and electricity bills. If my store does not make a net profit of more than 2,000 yuan a day, it will be considered a loss. Now that prices are high, I really don’t make much money. Please don’t raise the rent too much~

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After Lao Wu finished speaking, his wife pushed open the door and came in. On the tray, there were soy milk, steamed buns, sesame dumplings, and seven or eight other breakfast items.

He put it on the table and echoed Lao Wu: "What we Lao Wu are saying is that we really can't make much money throughout the year. Making 80,000 yuan is not enough to worry about. We are all ready to go back to our hometown to farm..."

Yan Zheng was silent and smiled as he listened to Old Wu's daughter-in-law finish her words and said, "Don't deceive me. Your family had more than 2 million yuan in turnover last year. You can have a net income of 1.8 million yuan. Get rid of all the nonsense you mentioned."

, the remaining 500,000 is not much. Excluding the rent, there are still more than 300,000. If you don’t make money, you still insist on working until now. Let’s do this. We have been dealing with each other for several years, and we have a friendship. How much money do they have around us?

I will charge you as much as you want, and I won’t charge you more. If it’s too low, the landlords around here won’t be able to collect rent.”

Yan Zheng's asking price of 200,000 yuan is actually not high. Yan Zheng and other property owners have a group, and everyone exchanges information in the group every year when rent is collected.

The highest rent this year is 250,000, and the lowest is 200,000. Yan Zheng follows the lowest price every year, and Yan Zheng raises the price as much as they want.

Yan Zheng did not dare to pay less than the lowest price, because it involved the interests of a group of people, not just one person. If he asked for a lower price, the surrounding shops would inevitably lower their prices. At that time, a group of owners would exclude him and create a small stumbling block for him.

How can this store be rented out?

Old Wu must have also inquired about this year's market conditions, and kept telling Yan Zheng with a grimace that he should try it early.

His wife was unwilling to speak up and said: "Is 180,000 okay? We will know it without telling others. Landlord, please be kind. As long as we open a store in Jishui, we will keep your house."

Yan Zheng's face darkened, he dropped his smile and looked at Old Wu and his wife seriously.

"I don't make the rules alone. The state has national laws, and families have family rules. People can't help themselves in the world, and I have to follow the rules. If I break the rules, I will give you an advantage today. Believe it or not, it will be over in a few days.

Are all the owners blocking my house? You know the price I want, so don’t say too much. Talking too much will hurt our feelings."

"Yes~ It's the landlord. What do you know, mother-in-law? Why don't you go down and take a look."

Old Wu chased his wife away and turned around and said with a smile: "Then let's settle on 200,000? I'm going to make preparations. You will come over with the contract in a few days and we will renew it for another year."

"You prepare the money in the next two days, and I will notify you in advance when the time comes and I will come back with the contract."

Lao Wu responded.

"Oh, by the way, Lao Wu, have you ever heard about what happened at Xinchuang Building?"

Old Wu Leng pondered for a moment and slowly said: "I haven't heard anything about Xinchuang Building. Where do you want to start a business? But don't rent on the second floor. I heard from customers who were eating there before.

The voltage on the second floor is unstable. The computer often turns on by itself. It’s been so long that I forgot about it. I’ll ask you about it next time you come.”

"Forget it, don't ask. I'll just ask."

Yan Zheng chatted with Lao Wu for a while, but didn't get any useful information. Lao Wu and his wife called him down to help, and the conversation ended.

After finishing breakfast with a thoughtful heart, Yan Zheng walked away without even mentioning the money for the meal to Old Wu. Old Wu was too sensible to ask and invited Yan Zheng to come over in the evening next time and cook authentic Jiangsu and Zhejiang dishes for Yan Zheng.

Yan Zheng said goodbye to Lao Wu and walked towards Xinchuang Building. If he didn't give Lao Wu breakfast, Yan Zheng wouldn't have any psychological burden at all. If he didn't charge him the highest rent, it would be a bargain for him. A breakfast of more than ten yuan is nothing.

From Yan Zheng's point of view, this was considered an advantage for Lao Wu. Logically speaking, he should give him a big meal. It was not worth exchanging 50,000 yuan for a meal. He was just too soft-hearted and did not have the nature to be a profiteer.

No wonder my parents gave me a house as a guest house. Maybe they had already noticed that I was not promising material. Saying that someone feels sorry for himself does not have the consciousness of the landlord class or capitalists at all.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the sun was already shining brightly. There were many pedestrians hurriedly going to work on the road.

Yan Zheng walked into Xinchuang Building with several young girls.

When Yan Zheng got on the elevator and pressed the button for the second floor, he vaguely noticed that the girls around him were looking at him a little strangely. When he looked back, they all looked away, hesitating to speak but with some sympathy.

There is indeed something going on on the second floor. Yan Zheng thought to himself.

The elevator door opened, and a long corridor appeared in front of you.

The corridor was deserted and there was no one around. Yan Zheng walked out of the elevator and heard the sound of young ladies frantically pressing the door button behind him. It seemed like there was something on the second floor that frightened them.

The entire corridor is U-shaped, with companies open on both sides. Through the glass doors, you can roughly see the figures of people working inside.

It's a bit deserted, but not as gloomy as I imagined.

Yan Zheng walked in the corridor warily, constantly looking at the companies around him. When he reached the U-shaped corner at the end of the corridor, the light suddenly dimmed.
To be continued...