This intermediary can handle it. If you buy a house, you will give it to your girlfriend

Chapter 692 Brother, Don’t Get Excited

Soon, with an electric sound as slight as the buzzing of a mosquito, the image of a man appeared on the screen.

As soon as the man showed up, before Lin Yuan could even open his mouth to greet him warmly, he directly asked a question that caught everyone off guard and shocked everyone: "Do you have a haunted house here?"

His voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from the bottom of a deep and bottomless valley, revealing a mysterious aura that made people's backs chill.

Looking at his expression again, his brows were tightly furrowed, with a deep furrow between his brows, and his eyes revealed an anxious and somewhat fanatical look, as if this question concerned his life and property, and if he couldn't find the answer, the world would collapse.

When netizens heard this question, they immediately went wild. The comment section was like a pot of boiling hot oil being suddenly poured into a basin of cold water, and it started to "crackle" and make a lot of noise.

Someone typed a long string of terrified expressions on the screen with trembling fingers, and then attached the text: "Wow, this is too exciting. Asking this in the middle of the night is so scary! I even have goose bumps!"

Some people, in their usual teasing style, posted comments saying, "Is this the start of a supernatural adventure? The anchor should hurry up and catch up. Maybe this can open up a new business for our live broadcast room. In the future, we will focus on supernatural real estate, which will definitely be a big hit!"

When Lin Yuan heard this question, he couldn't help but shiver. He felt a chill running up his spine, as if a pair of cold hands were slowly crawling up his back.

He calmed his flustered mind, forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, and responded to the camera: "Brother, this is a live broadcast of selling a house, not a live broadcast of supernatural things."

"Look, the houses we have here are all suitable for living and investment. They are real houses, not the haunted houses you mentioned. Did you find the wrong place?"

However, the man ignored Lin Yuan's explanation, his expression remained as cold and motionless as a rock, with no sign of loosening at all.

He leaned forward slightly, his body almost touching the screen, and his eyes went straight through the screen, as if with some kind of penetrating power, wanting to penetrate Lin Yuan's eyes and see into his heart.

Then he said firmly: "I know, but I really need a haunted house. I can buy it with money, and you can't refuse me, otherwise I will complain to your live broadcast room."

His tone was hard and cold, leaving no room for negotiation. Every word was like a heavy, cold stone, smashing hard into every corner of the live broadcast room, causing the originally noisy atmosphere like a market to drop to freezing point in an instant, and the air seemed to freeze.

Lin Yuan was startled, and the forced smile on his face froze instantly, like a frozen lake.

He really didn't expect that this man would be so persistent and even threatened to complain. This was completely beyond his expectations.

He was like an ant on a hot pot, anxiously thinking of a response plan, and at the same time, he put on a smile on his face, trying to use his smile to melt the man's frost and calm his emotions, and said, "Brother, don't get excited first."

"Let's talk calmly first. There really is no haunted house here. Why do you have to look for such a house? Is there any special purpose? If you tell me the truth, maybe I can help you think of other solutions."

"It's the middle of the night now, it's not a good idea to get anxious and angry."

When the man heard this, he was silent for a while, as if he was lost in some distant memories or painful entanglement.

His eyes were somewhat empty, staring at somewhere outside the camera. After a moment, he slowly spoke, his voice revealing a hint of fatigue and helplessness: "This is my personal reason, you don't need to know. I just ask if you can help me find a house like this."

Lin Yuan frowned and secretly groaned in his heart, as if he had eaten Coptis chinensis.

He knew that he couldn't just treat this man perfunctorily. What if he really pissed him off? Complaining would be a small matter, but if the reputation of the live broadcast room was damaged, that would be a big trouble.

But he really didn't have such a strange house, so where could he find a haunted house? He looked at the camera sincerely, his eyes full of helplessness and anxiety, his eyes slightly red, and said, "Brother, I really don't have the resources for such a house, but I can help you keep an eye out for it. Is that okay? I have a wide network of contacts, and maybe I can find a suitable one for you in a couple of days."

"Don't get too anxious and angry. It's not worth it to hurt your body. Just give me a chance, okay?"

The man was like a powder keg that had been ignited. He became even more agitated, with veins popping out on his neck. He shouted, "I can't wait that long. I need it now. If you don't help me, I will complain now."

At this moment, his face was flushed with anger, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He looked like a beast that was cornered. At this moment, the atmosphere in the live broadcast room was as tense as a fully drawn bowstring, ready to explode at any moment.

Netizens also stopped making jokes, not daring to make a sound. They held their breath, staring at the screen, paying attention to how things developed.

Some netizens were so nervous that they clenched their fists until their knuckles turned white; others bit their lower lips, fearing that any sound they made would disrupt the precarious silence.

Lin Yuan felt like he was trapped in a thorn bush, unable to advance or retreat, caught in a desperate dilemma.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, slowly slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the table.

His eyes frantically moved back and forth between the screen and the computer desktop, trying to quickly search his mind for a solution to resolve the crisis, like groping for a life-saving straw in the dark.

At the same time, he was worried that the man would actually take action to complain. This would undoubtedly be a heavy blow to his hard-earned reputation and career in live streaming, and all his previous efforts might go to waste.

The man stared at the screen without blinking, his eyes revealing a determination to never give up until he achieved his goal, as if he was looking for not only a house, but the last straw that could redeem his soul. If he lost this opportunity, he would sink into darkness forever.

The live broadcast room was eerily quiet; only the heavy breathing of both parties seemed to be transmitted through the screen. In this silence, every passing second seemed particularly torturous, as if time had been stretched into silk threads, slowly entwining everyone's heart.

In the live broadcast room, the pale light fell coldly, like a layer of frost, falling on Lin Yuan's slightly tired face, outlining his deep dark circles and slightly drooping corners of his mouth.

He had just finished dealing with the complicated follow-up of Li Yi's house purchase commission. His fingers were a little sore from typing on the keyboard for a long time, and his back was very stiff.

He thought he could relax temporarily, lean back in his chair and ease his tense nerves, but he didn't expect new problems to come quietly like ghosts, instantly pulling him back from that moment of relaxation.

On the other side of the screen, the mysterious man's persistent and almost crazy look seemed like an unsolvable puzzle, making the atmosphere in the entire live broadcast room as tense as a strong bow stretched to its limit. It seemed that the taut string would break with a "bang" if it was touched lightly, thus triggering a chaos that was as difficult to deal with as a flood bursting through a dam.

There was a desperate determination in the man's eyes as he stared at the camera, as if he wanted to force his desire into Lin Yuan's heart through the screen.

When netizens saw how determined the man was to buy the haunted house, their irrepressible curiosity and their desire to watch the fun were like a lit powder keg that exploded in an instant. The comment section suddenly exploded and became increasingly noisy.

Someone was sitting in front of a computer, leaning forward, fingers rapidly tapping on the keyboard, and a comment shot out like an arrow from a bow: "I've seen forced sales, but I've never seen forced buying. Anchor, why don't you just give in to him? Maybe you can open up a new business area, set up a special section for supernatural real estate, it's guaranteed to be a big hit!"

Then, someone else leaned on the sofa, holding a mobile phone, with a teasing smile on his face, and followed suit, posting comments that made people laugh and cry: "It's the middle of the night, and he is so persistent, could he be a male ghost? Otherwise, why does he have to go to a haunted house? Could it be that he wants to find a similar person to gather and talk about his ghost life?"

Lin Yuan looked at the increasingly outrageous comments filling the screen, and his heart skipped a beat, as if an invisible, cold hand had grabbed his heart.

He knew very well that if he allowed netizens to continue making jokes like this without any scruples, his live broadcast room would be in danger and could be ruthlessly blocked by the platform at any time for spreading superstitious and other inappropriate content.

This is tantamount to a devastating disaster for him. The popularity, reputation, and loyal fans that he has worked so hard to accumulate will all disappear in an instant like bubbles.

Thinking of this, he quickly straightened his back and sat up like a soldier about to go to the battlefield. His eyes, which were originally as gentle as the warm spring sun, instantly became serious and firm, like a steel warrior guarding his position, with unquestionable majesty in his eyes.

He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling slightly, and said loudly to the camera: "Everyone, please stop making a fuss. We are a materialistic scientific society. There is no such thing as ghosts and gods."

"If you guys keep joking around like this, the live broadcast room won't be able to be saved. Then we won't be able to have fun, and you won't be able to watch me find a house."

His voice echoed in the live broadcast room, with a bit of anxiety and earnestness.

(End of this chapter)