It was impossible for Xu Chengbi to avoid Apple. He was just an ordinary person when he was not equipped with a killer card, not to mention that he had experienced such intense exercise in the morning and was in the sage time.

boom!

"Fuck!"

Xu Cheng, who was suddenly attacked, screamed, covered his head and turned around. When he saw the apple falling on the ground, he looked at the instigator angrily: "What are you doing?"

Qiu Gongyue apologized simply: "Sorry, the apple is broken, I want to throw it in the trash can."

Although she had tried very hard to make an apologetic expression, her cold expression and tone still made her apology look particularly insincere.

Xu Cheng glanced at the trash can at the door of the kitchen and suspected that Qiu Gongyue was deliberately retaliating because he exposed the identity of the technician.

Is the apple broken? I think your heart is broken.

This woman is too petty.

Xu Cheng picked up the apple and threw it into the trash can. Then he turned into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and took out a new refrigerated apple.

In the living room, Qiu Gongyue had already put away her classics, turned around and walked towards the room.

This time through observation and testing, Xu Cheng showed no signs of weakness. Even when Apple attacked him, he behaved like an ordinary person.

Maybe yesterday was really just a coincidence?

Just when Qiu Gongyue came to the door of the room, she suddenly heard a slight movement from behind.

She subconsciously wanted to hide, but then she remembered the scene where she tested Xu Cheng with an apple just now.

Could it be that he has seen through it and is testing me in turn?

Qiu Gongyue resisted the urge to dodge.

boom!

The apple, which was bigger than a fist, hit Qiu Gongyue on the back of the head, knocking her head sideways, which showed how hard it was.

Only then did Xu Cheng's voice come over: "Go on."

Qiu Gongyue slowly turned around, her delicate face expressionless, and her deep eyes stared at Xu Cheng, as if she were looking at a dead person.

She suddenly raised her hand, and a cold light shot out from her hand. It was a sharp flying knife, hitting Xu Cheng's forehead.

Died by a flying knife in the brain, cause of death: throwing fruit,

Looking at the landlord who fell to the ground dead, Qiu Gongyue snorted coldly: "If you want to die, you will die."

Unfortunately, this was just her fantasy. Xu Cheng was still standing at the door of the kitchen, apologizing sincerely: "Sorry, my hand slipped. Didn't you want to eat the apple? I just bought this yesterday, and the ground was yesterday.

If you drag it, you should still be able to eat it after picking it up."

Qiu Gongyue picked up the apple that fell on the ground and squeezed out two words through her teeth: "Thank you."

Xu Cheng grinned: "You're welcome. If you want to eat fruit in the future, tell me. Banana milk will suffice."

Qiu Gongyue took a deep look at Xu Cheng, nodded slightly, turned back to her room, took a deep breath, and her bulging chest almost burst her clothes.

She tossed the apple casually and swung her other hand forward. Three rays of cold light shot out, piercing the apple without losing force, and nailed it into the target hanging on the wall.

Recognizing the brutally dismembered Apple as Xu Cheng, Qiu Gongyue felt better.

She mentally retracted her evaluation last night. This landlord was definitely not an honest person, so she might as well just silence him.

…

Although Xu Cheng was confused about Qiu Gongyue's abnormality today, he didn't take it to heart.

After all, women always spend a few days a month in a state of breaking their guard, and it is normal for their mood to change.

He tidied up the kitchen, returned to his room, put on a coat, and prepared to go out to a nearby supermarket to buy some ingredients.

Before he could go out, the doorbell rang.

He walked over and opened the door, and saw a middle-aged office worker in a suit and tie standing outside the door, with a shiny slicked back hair.

When he saw Xu Cheng, he immediately showed a polite smile and bowed slightly: "Xu Jun, excuse me."

Xu Cheng showed a helpless expression: "Why is it you again? How many times have I told you that this house is not for sale."

The person in front of me is an employee of the above ground house, his name is Sakon Tomoo. He took the initiative to come to the door half a month ago, hoping that Xu Cheng would sell the house.

The house on the ground can be understood as a demolition contracting intermediary. Its business is generally to provide services to real estate developers and recycle residents' houses to facilitate subsequent development by real estate developers.

Before Japan's bubble burst, during the period of rapid economic development, the above-ground houses were booming, and their employees could be seen active everywhere.

But now we are in the 21st century, and Japanese real estate has long been in stagnant water. Real estate developers have either gone bankrupt or transformed into tourism development.

When Tomo Sakon came to the door for the first time, Xu Cheng thought he was a liar and almost sent him to the police station.

After Sakon Tomoe came to harass him several times, Xu Cheng checked it out and found out that he was really not a liar. His company used to be a house on the ground, but it had long been transformed into a labor dispatch company called Aomori Affairs.

However, Aomori's recent behavior has been very unusual. It has reversed history and returned to its real estate business. I heard that there is a big project to develop the nearby land into a cultural district that attracts tourists.

Xu Cheng didn't know if Aomori had been kicked in the head by a donkey. He dreamed back to the Showa era. Anyway, he was unwilling to sell the house because the price offered by the other party was too low and was not enough for him to buy a house of the same area.

"Xu Jun, please think about it carefully."

Tomo Sakon persuaded: "After I heard last time that you were dissatisfied with the price, I have tried my best to persuade the company and successfully obtained the highest purchase price for you."

Xu Cheng asked with interest: "How much has it increased?"

Tomo Sakon raised three fingers: "It has increased by three hundred thousand."

Xu Cheng: "..."

Three hundred thousand yen is equivalent to 15,000 yuan, which makes his house with a market price of 80 million yen a little lonely.

"When I go out, I ride in luxury cars worth hundreds of millions, and you actually use a mere three hundred thousand to humiliate me?"

Xu Cheng became impatient: "Let me tell you one last time, I will not sell this house. If you come to harass me next time, I will call the police."

Tomo Sakon slowly stopped his fake smile and said softly: "Xu Jun, don't make a decision in a hurry. You are a foreigner and don't understand what kind of company Aomori Affairs is. If I can't convince you, then Aomori will make some special decisions."

People take action, but they will not abide by the laws and rules."

Xu Cheng stared into his eyes: "Are you threatening me?"

Tomo Sakon put on his fake smile again, his smiling eyes made people feel uncomfortable: "No, I am just stating a fact. Under Aomori's special means, many nearby residents have chosen to sell their houses. You are just a helpless person.

You are a foreigner, and the police will not protect you. Selling is a wise decision. I hope you can think about it carefully. I will come back in a few days, so I say goodbye."

After saying that, Sakon Tomoe bowed slightly to Xu Cheng, then turned and left.

Xu Cheng frowned and stared at his leaving figure, stood at the door for a while, turned around and was about to close the door, when he saw Qiu Gongyue standing at the entrance at some point, holding a box in her hand, looking serious

Going out to work.

She had obviously been standing here for a while and should have heard the conversation between Xu Cheng and Sakon Tomo.

As a landlord, of course, we cannot let tenants feel the crisis of renting a house. Xu Cheng said, "Don't worry, continue renting. I won't sell the house."

Qiu Gongyue's attention was focused elsewhere: "When you go out, you ride in luxury cars worth hundreds of millions? What kind of car are they?"

Is this seemingly ordinary landlord a hidden rich man?

What is his purpose in concealing his identity and pretending to be a landlord?

"That's right."

Xu Cheng nodded: "I always take the subway when I go out."

Qiu Gongyue: "..."

She suddenly took out a knife and killed Xu Cheng with one blow, then cut open his head and began to study the structure of his brain circuit.

In the end, his hands were covered in blood, and he held Xu Cheng's head and kicked it out like a football.

The little theater in my head is over.
Chapter completed!