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"I feel weird in front of the camera, never mind. I'll just sign the contract for you."

Sato Yuta didn't want to stand at the door and chat with Xing Yuanhui, so he asked the three children to change their shoes, pick up their bags and follow Xing Yuanhui into the entrance.

Passing by the living room and the stairs, I saw a Japanese-style door at the end of the corridor that was different from the other interior doors. It was already opened. Inside was Quan Jing making tea in the tea room.

Quan Jing had just finished fighting with the tea and was bringing it to the middle table.

Everyone put their bags on the tatami in the tea room, and sat down at the table. Looking outside, they could see a dojo.

"So, have you guys agreed? Do you want me to give you a detailed introduction to the layout here?" Quan Jing placed the tea in front of him and watched the steam drift upwards. After hesitating for a moment, he took out the water he brought from his briefcase.

Xing Yuanhui reached out and tried the teacup, and sure enough, it was very hot.

The young man complained, "You know tea should be made with boiling water, so you should just drink hot water. Now everyone has nothing to drink."

"Xingyuan, it's neither in accordance with etiquette nor what should be done in a tea room when you receive guests without drinking tea or water." Quan Jing slightly emphasized the word "tea room".

He unscrewed the water bottle he brought with him, took a sip, and then asked, "Also, you haven't answered my question yet, have you reached an agreement?"

"I won't come in until we reach an agreement. How about you take us around first? We have to see the houses first and go through the process before buying a house. The tea will be cold by the time we come back from the exhibition. What does the dean say?" Xing Yuanhui looked at the dean.

As the only designated adult at the Oma Orphanage, the director knew it was time for him to make a decision.

"Then let's take a look at the layout first. Nanami, Youta, Kunihiko, do you want to come together?" The dean stood up while asking the children who were still watching in the corridor.

After getting the three children's affirmative answers, the five people began to look at houses under the guidance of Quan Jing.

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"The living room's automation system, storage room, audio-visual room, small bar, study, and the garage and dojo outside." The dean looked at Xing Yuanhui subtly, "Do you really need a villa with so many rooms with different functions?"

They lay on the tatami in the tea room on the first floor. God, the original owner of this house had almost messed up everything. This was the only place where they could lie down without getting their clothes dirty.

"It's not really necessary. I started to feel troubled when I saw so many doors in the corridor. What a big pharmacy, opening boxes every day." So Xing Yuanhui simply told the truth, "Actually, I came here to see that dojo. I want to turn it into a recording studio."

"..." The money belonged to the young man, so Dean Sato Yuta couldn't say anything.

"That will take a lot of time. Plus, construction cannot start before we get the real estate certificate. It looks like Qunxing will have to suspend operations for half a year?" Quan Jing also stared at the ceiling with lifeless eyes.

He was really stupid, really. He could have asked the agent to come to view the house. But the agent said he had something urgent to do the day before and might have to postpone the viewing for a few hours. Quan Jing took the initiative to accept the job considering that he knew the agent, the original owner of the villa, and the intended buyer.

But he did all this just to get the chance to go on a business trip at public expense by entertaining his musicians. If he had known this job was so tiring, he would rather have sat in the office and watched the director grin.

"Not really. I still have some stock on hand that I can give you."

Xing Yuanhui then asked: "Now it's my turn to ask, where is the real estate contract?"

"In the hands of the agent." Quan Jing answered neatly.

"......Then what are you here for?" The boy turned over and looked at his agent, with a strange light in his eyes.

"I do this errand for fun in order to avoid sitting in the office." The agent also turned over, his eyes filled with the worker's uninitiated persistence in slacking off.

"......" The dean didn't want to pay any attention to these two funny guys. Although he had heard that their cooperation had always been very pleasant, he still thought they were very professional and dedicated people and a strong combination.

But now it seems that regardless of their work abilities, at least their personalities are similar.

There was a crisp "click" sound coming from the corridor. I looked over and saw it was Nanami. She was holding the camera that Xing Yuanhui gave her on her birthday last time and taking pictures of various places in the villa.

By the way, she was also taking pictures when Quan Jing was introducing the movie just now.

"Nanami, don't you want to go to the dojo with Youta and Kunihiko to try kendo?" the dean asked, forcing himself to get up.

How could the middle school boys have the patience to interrogate and check every corner of the house like the dean? After learning about the existence of the kendo dojo, their hearts had long been attracted by the former kendo dojo.

In order to prevent the children from further wasting their energy by fighting, the adults simply put on the remaining protective gear in the dojo warehouse and let them fight with each other with dusty bamboo swords.

Nanami also left the team at that time. I thought she was just in a playful mood and wanted to give it a try, but it turned out that she just wanted to take pictures of the dojo first.

"It was all dusty. I walked around and took some pictures before leaving. Besides, there were two idiots in the room making a lot of noise, and the room was full of dust. It was impossible to stay here." Nanami showed the photos she had taken to the dean, "I'll just take pictures for fun in the room from now on."

"No wonder the lights on the first floor underground suddenly came on. I thought this was the soul ring room."

"Is it haunted? Impossible." Quan Jing stood up and said with a smile, "This is the house of a sword master. It used to be a place where young people sweated. I'm afraid it can suppress evil spirits with murderous aura."

"Maybe it's the murderous aura that breeds the Gu? Never mind, so now we just have to wait for the agent to come?" Xing Yuanhui also stood up, picked up the teacup that had long been cold in the tea room, and refined it in an instant.

Speaking of the agent, the doorbell of the villa's main door suddenly rang, echoing in the empty corridor and gradually spreading to the tea room.

"It looks like we've arrived. I'll go open the door." Quan Jing took the initiative to go to the door and open it.

It seems that Quan Jing is really tired and even forgot that the living room has an electronic door lock. Xing Yuanhui thought boredly.

Watching Quan Jing get up and go to the door to greet the agent, Xing Yuanhui asked to kill time: "Dean, do you know the process of buying a house?"

"I don't know much about it. Everyone knows each other in Omazaki. Once something gets out, there will be a lot of friends who know the inside story to help and make plans. When I first became the dean, everyone helped me a lot."

It's like this in towns and villages. Everyone knows each other, and if you have good connections, there will always be the right person to help you.

"What an unreliable adult." Xing Yuanhui joked.

The dean thought about Xing Yuanhui's achievements and said helplessly, "How many people like you are there in Japan? How can a talent like me who can fish on a boat and teach and educate people compare to a monster like you?"

Knowing that most of his achievements were due to the cheap blessings and past life memories from the system, Xing Yuanhui felt a little embarrassed. "Well, at least the fishing guidance was a big help, thank you Master!"

The dean became even more worried after hearing this. This brat had only started sea fishing for less than half a year and he was already able to catch tuna by himself, some weighing over a hundred kilograms. Later, he even used his strength to pull the largest tuna he had ever seen in his life onto the boat.

God knows where he got the strength to pull it straight up. The pulling techniques I taught him were useless. Fortunately, my fishing line was of good quality, otherwise I would have regretted it for the rest of my life. (referring to the failure to catch the big fish)

After they chatted for a while, Quan Jing brought the agent to the tea room and said, "This is our guest this time. I have already introduced the general situation of the house. Do you want to introduce it again?"

"I still have to explain it again. The rules here are very strict. I'll do it the second time very quickly. Please bear with me." The agent looked very serious, with a buzz cut, and gave people an overall serious feeling.

"Really? We just finished watching it not long ago."

Xing Yuanhui wailed. He was doomed today. Mental attacks were much more powerful than physical attacks.

Although the agent Quanjing found spoke clearly and concisely, there were too many steps and processes required, and the group was busy until dusk.

"Well, this is the final one. Sato-san, Xingyuan-san, just sign and stamp here."

After signing this final document, everyone except the agent breathed a sigh of relief. The agent was so dedicated that the content he explained was part of his daily life and he was so familiar with it, but the dean and Xing Yuanhui still had to spend time trying to understand it.

The result was obvious. The agent used two bottles of water to lower the blood sugar levels in the brains of the two people, and Quan Jing was made sleepy by the unknown AOE.

Fortunately, the dean is a little unconscious now, and the remaining strength is not enough to make him depressed about the numbers on the contract.

Quan Jing expressed his feelings from his own perspective of renting a house: "Now I think it is much more convenient to rent a house. Fortunately, I didn't go into the real estate industry when I graduated."

The agent glanced at him and continued to talk to the two clients: "Well, today's matter has come to an end. The real estate certificate will be mailed within three weeks. Where is your current residence?"

Xing Yuanhui noticed something: "Wait, so I can't move in now, right?"

"It should be said in order to avoid disputes. But since Quan Jingsan is here on behalf of the original owner, we can ask him for their opinions."

"Wait, don't get involved. I anticipated this problem, so I talked to the original owner a long time ago. He said it didn't matter. He would just pay for the water and electricity this month. The extra days would be considered a gift."

Quan Jing activated the quick-attack magic card to prepare for a rainy day, and the result was that his gold medal producer could use this villa starting today.

"Well, if both sides have no objection, then I have no objection either. However, in order to avoid disputes, I need to record some things in the next few days so that the things in the house can be transferred to your name. So it is better not to interfere with the layout of the existing house. I will complete the record as soon as possible. Well, that's all for today. Thank you all for your cooperation. I will come tomorrow to complete the rest of the work."

The agent left with his briefcase.

"So I can't change my dojo until the certificate arrives?" Xing Yuanhui leaned back and lay on the tatami in the tea room. He could bear it physically but he was really exhausted mentally.

"That's for sure, but think positively. You can look at what furniture to buy first. I can also contact the decoration company to prepare for the renovation. You can think about how to decorate this empty house these days, and then find a time to tell me which things you don't want anymore and want to be dismantled, and I will take care of it." Quan Jing finally revealed some professional style.

"But you guys should think about where to sleep tonight. I'll take my leave first." Quan Jing stood up, pressing his temple, and staggered away with his briefcase.

"Dean, what do you think about installing a generator in the storage room downstairs?" Xing Yuanhui suddenly had an idea.

"what?"

“Isn’t this cool?”

"...Your money, whatever you want." The dean stood up, dusted himself off, and walked outside to the dojo to bring the children back.

"correct."

Quan Jing had already left, but now he came back and said, "Please take away those packages that are occupying my living room! I haven't dared to invite friends to my house for the past month."

Xing Yuanhui replied lazily, "I understand. I didn't say anything about you treating me like a holiday baby and enjoying yourself during your business trip. So what's wrong with giving a gold medal producer some preferential treatment?"

Chapter 11: The Stone-Faced Fortune Teller

After sending the large tour group to the subway station, Xing Yuanhui breathed a sigh of relief.

The three little ones really know how to have fun. For their first trip to Tokyo, they planned their itinerary very clearly and listed all the attractions they wanted to visit long before they set off.

The dean was shocked when he saw the plan list, because the time was arranged clearly in this plan, and there was no room for error. It was simply not a plan that a human could execute. It was no more than a special forces-style tour. It was quite a wonderful experience as if you only had three days to live.

Ten thousand years is too long, we have to seize the day. Thanks to this, the large tour group visited the Sky Tree, Tokyo Tower, Disney and other famous and unknown attractions in Tokyo in these few days, and even arranged for food and drink.

With this resume, perhaps when the three little ones are desperate in the future, they can try to expand and strengthen the tourism industry.

Xing Yuanhui could still be said to be enjoying it, but the dean was really worried about breaking his legs.

But the dean couldn't complain, and he had to pay back. He used the trip to Tokyo to force the three little ones to become other people's children. He should have expected this day. After all the hardships he had suffered, it was only natural that he would not give in on the plan.

Family, life is interesting only when there is give and take. Today you have the upper hand, tomorrow I have the upper hand. A happy childhood is worth a lifetime.

Unfortunately, the children's happy time is always short, and they are ready to go back to school. School is like this, students just need to do their homework, but teachers have a lot of things to consider.

Happiness is always conserved. The smiles on the three little ones' faces shifted to Xing Yuanhui's face, and the world was complete only with the dean constantly running around and getting hurt.

The real estate agent was very reliable. According to him, Xing Yuanhui only needed to wait and leave the rest to the agent.

Now, facing the empty mansion, Xing Yuanhui had to consider how to fill it with his own traces.

Decided, though, what happened, he knew he really wanted to put a generator in the basement storage room, even if he didn't need it.

"Ah, I can't take it anymore." Xing Yuanhui lay on the small table on the bed. The notebook he had bought temporarily for the modern Internet society was pushed aside, and the screen showed all kinds of fancy home furniture.

Now he is in the master bedroom on the second floor, which has the only bed, the only computer and the only table in the whole house. Compared with the villa's reserved and low-key yet grand appearance, Xing Yuanhui seems to be living a life like someone in the Middle East.

"It has no effect on the quality of these things at all..." The young man looked at the rows and rows of words that seemed to be flowing like a curse, and after thinking hard for three seconds, he resolutely called Quan Jing.

"Hello? Quan Jing?"

"What? I'm still busy looking for a company to renovate your dojo." Quan Jing sat at his workstation in the company, holding the phone with his head to prevent it from slipping, his hands typing on the keyboard.

"Isn't there something else waiting? I have more important things to do." Xing Yuanhui looked at the computer screen bored.

Hearing the second half of the leader's standard opening words, Quan Jing's chrysanthemums tightened and said anxiously: "Don't tell me that you don't want to demolish the dojo now. You have already paid the money!"

The last time he heard something similar, he had to revise the plan seven times before using the first version. He was so angry that he went to the toilet more frequently during that period. The cleaning man even told him to go to the hospital.

"It's not that." Xing Yuanhui scratched his head a little embarrassedly, but then he thought, isn't the role of an agent to help him deal with things?

So he said confidently, "It's about home appliances. I want your advice."

"Opinions? Type 'famous furniture decoration company' into the search engine. They will arrange everything. Turn left and don't send~."

"I don't have enough time for that. Shuchiin will start school in a few days, and I want to make this house have the basic functions of a qualified residence in the 21st century right away."

"......You have enough money anyway, so what's wrong with going out for a few days?" Quan Jing suddenly stopped what he was doing and keenly heard the distinctive footsteps of his leader not far away. With his left hand, he used a shortcut key to change the page from the matters related to the dojo renovation to the normal working page.

"Yeah, I have enough money anyway. I can buy some common brands first, and then switch to those extremely cost-ineffective whole-set home improvement equipment. They can't start work for me tomorrow."

At the same time, Xing Yuanhui also opened the chat page of a decoration brand company that renovated the kitchen and music studio for him last time. Their designers were still discussing the plan. Because Xing Yuanhui gave a high budget, they had to treat it carefully, which objectively delayed the time.

"I almost forgot that you are a rich man with no shortage of money... I'll ask your last partner for you. He should have a candidate. I'll email it to you later. I'll hang up now." Quan Jing saw his leader gradually moving towards him, so he quickly used a formal conversational tone and hung up the phone.

Watching his leader walking away from him, Quan Jing wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Shit! I almost forgot I was calling from the office!

The upstart had no idea about the thrilling moments in his agent's workplace, so he cleared his mind and waited for Quan Jing's text message.

His cell phone vibrated, he picked it up, put on his slippers and walked downstairs.

Is it right at Sanxuan Tea House? That would be quite convenient for me. Xing Yuanhui put on his shoes and walked out of the yard. He hesitated for a moment when he passed by the BMW chariot, but in the end he decided to walk there - Sanxuan was not far away, and the location sent was not far away, so he didn't want to find a place to park.

Xing Yuanhui blended into the crowd and walked towards the mall entrance. When he took the elevator to the second floor, he saw a conspicuous fortune-telling shop with a large open door sandwiched between large shops.

The fortune-telling shop is small, but the interior is surprisingly bright. If it weren't for the small board next to it clearly writing the word "fortune-telling" and the diagram of "palm reading", passers-by would never think that this is a fortune-telling shop, but a shop selling small accessories and toys.

The atmosphere here is different from the stereotyped fortune-telling shops in the past where there was a crystal ball on the table and the surroundings were pitch black. Even the tablecloth is white.