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

Chapter 693 I’m in trouble too
Afterwards, Lin Yuan quickly adjusted his mood, like an experienced psychologist, and turned his gaze to the anxious, nearly collapsed man on the screen. He softened his tone and tried to soothe the other party's emotions that were as excited as surging waves with a gentle tone: "Brother, don't get excited first, let's talk calmly."

"Look, you came here and wanted to haunt the house. I don't even know who you are, and I don't understand why you insist on such a house. Why don't you introduce yourself first and tell me why. Maybe I can help you with some advice."

"I'm in a difficult position when you ask me so rashly. You have to give me a chance to help you, right?"

His eyes were full of sincerity and concern, as if he was extending a helping hand to a lost traveler.

When the man heard Lin Yuan's words, it was as if the pause button was pressed. He froze instantly and remained silent for a moment.

The muscles on his face trembled slightly, which was a sign of his emotions struggling. It was obvious that he was trying hard to sort out his tangled thoughts.

After a while, he raised his head slightly. His face, which had been tough and somewhat stubborn, now looked like a flower ravaged by a storm, full of sadness and fatigue, as if all his energy had been drained in an instant, leaving only endless sorrow.

He opened his mouth slowly, his voice choked with sobs, like the creaking sound of an old bellows being pulled, and his eye sockets were slightly red, filled with tears that seemed like they would burst at any time.

"My name is Zhang Xiaoyu. I'm an orphan and have been without a father or a mother since I was a child."

He paused, and each word seemed to be squeezed out with difficulty from the depths of his throat. It seemed that every word he uttered took a great deal of effort, and carried with it the vicissitudes of the past years.

"I just quit my job a while ago. Although that job was hard, it was all worth it when I thought about living a good life with my girlfriend who I have been in love with for more than ten years and we are already engaged."

"We even picked out a wedding venue, a seaside resort. We imagined making a lifelong commitment to each other under the afterglow of the sunset and looking forward to a sweet life after marriage, but who knew..."

Having said this, he could no longer hold back his tears, which fell like a flood that broke through a dam, soaking the somewhat worn shirt in front of him.

"She died so suddenly, and I felt like my world had collapsed. Without her, there was no point in living. I tried everything I could to see her again, even just for a moment."

"I've been to a cemetery before and stayed there all night. It was pitch black, with only the sound of the wind whistling in my ears, like the whispers of ghosts, and my own heartbeat, beating against my eardrums again and again, but I waited for nothing. I went to the funeral home again and again, looking at the cold morgue, with white sheets covering lifeless bodies."

"I hoped to have a trace of her breath. I paced back and forth inside like a lonely ghost, waiting until dawn, but it was in vain. I also burned paper in front of the mirror in the middle of the night, following all the superstitious methods, not daring to make mistakes in every step, carefully striking the match, watching the flame jump and the paper ashes fly, but it was all in vain."

He raised his hand that was shaking like a leaf in the wind and wiped the tears from his face with the back of his hand, but the tears were like beads that had broken off the string and he couldn't stop them. He continued, "Later I heard that haunted houses might have supernatural phenomena and maybe I could see her there, so I wanted to spend all my savings to buy a house. This is my last hope."

"I know it sounds ridiculous, but I just can't help it. I miss her so much."

Netizens listened quietly to Zhang Xiaoyu's tearful narration. The lively atmosphere of laughter and joking just now disappeared without a trace in an instant, as if blown away by a cold wind, leaving only silence.

Instead, the screen was filled with sympathy and pity, with comments like snowflakes in winter: "How pitiful! Another person who was teased by fate. How could God be so cruel to take away his happiness?" "Host, you have to help him. It's not easy for him. It's heartbreaking to see him die. We can't just stand by and watch him die."

Everyone was talking, and every word showed their heartache for Zhang Xiaoyu. The strong emotions seemed to penetrate the screen and gather into a warm force to comfort this heartbroken man.

Some people even silently wiped away tears in front of the screen, moved by this deep love and despair.

All the pressure was suddenly put on Lin Yuan.

He looked at the comments scrolling on the screen, then looked at Zhang Xiaoyu, whose face was covered with tears and whose eyes were as empty as a dead pool, and felt a lot of emotions in his heart.

He couldn't help but secretly complain about the speed at which netizens changed their expressions. They were joking without any scruples one second, and were full of sympathy the next second. It was as if they had become a different group of people, leaving him speechless.

But at this moment, he also knew that he had to do something. On the one hand, he could not let the live broadcast room be closed due to violations. That was the foundation of his career and the result of his hard work over the years. On the other hand, looking at Zhang Xiaoyu's grief-stricken appearance, he really couldn't bear to refuse the poor man's request, as if refusing would be another stab in his broken heart. How could he bear it?

He was caught in a deep dilemma, his brows were furrowed like two deep grooves carved on his forehead, and his fingers tapped unconsciously on the table, making a rhythmic "tapping" sound, like the anxious drumbeats in his heart, beating against his thoughts again and again.

Lin Yuan's mind was racing with countermeasures. He was wondering where he should go to find a so-called "haunted house"?

In the real world, there are no such things as haunted houses. Even if there are some rumors, most of them are false and cannot be verified.

Even if we can't find it, how can we comfort Zhang Xiaoyu and make him give up this obsession while maintaining the harmonious atmosphere in the live broadcast room?

If the situation is not handled properly, not only might Zhang Xiaoyu take extreme action, but netizens in the live broadcast room might also leave in disappointment, and all his previous efforts would be in vain.

He looked around at the familiar layout of the live broadcast room. The photos of properties hanging on the wall seemed to be silently mocking his predicament.

Inside the live broadcast room, the pale light still fell lifelessly, making every corner gloomy, as if this was not a platform for sharing life and exchanging information, but a lonely cold palace.

The atmosphere was so heavy that it seemed like water could drip out of it. The feeling of oppression was like a block of lead, weighing heavily on everyone's heart.

Zhang Xiaoyu sat in front of the camera like a dilapidated statue, his body shaking violently, like a leaf that was about to fall in the autumn wind and could be blown away at any time.

(End of this chapter)