Did transferring property in Mengjia City really only require the person to show up in person?
Bo Ting was a bit surprised that it was so straightforward.
However… why did the staff member’s voice on the other end sound so strange?
The doubt flashed through his mind and vanished.
Bo Ting couldn’t help but confirm once more:
“Is it still handled at the same place where I got my ID yesterday?”
Help!
Xue Hengfu could already imagine Captain Zheng’s expression upon hearing that the property transfer still needed to be handled there.
At that moment, he gave an awkward chuckle.
“Yes, it’s there.”
“If you need to handle it, just head straight over.”
Xue Hengfu actually wanted to offer to pick him up, but he felt that would make their intentions too obvious and might anger the eerie being, so he forcibly swallowed the words.
Ah, so that was it.
The regulations were probably a bit different in each city.
Bo Ting finally relaxed completely and let out a breath of relief.
“Then thank you.”
“I’ll head over to find you all shortly after I finish up.”
The slightly stuttering, cold voice came through the phone, clear as day in the quiet car.
Xue Hengfu took a deep breath. How could he accept that thanks? He quickly refused: “No problem.”
“It’s what we should do.”
He thought that was the end of it, but as he waited for the other side to hang up, he suddenly heard “Bo Ting” ask: “By the way, what’s your name?”
“I’ll save your number?”
If the situation weren’t so inappropriate and the person on the other end weren’t who he was, Zhao Jiang would have burst out laughing.
This guy was too unlucky, wasn’t he?
Xue Hengfu hadn’t expected himself to be so unlucky either—just answering a phone call, and now he’d been remembered by something beyond SSS-level eerie.
Could he even sleep that night?!
Yet, no matter how unwilling he felt inside, when he opened his mouth, Xue Hengfu obediently gave his name.
“Xue Hengfu.”
“The number is the one that just called you.”
“Mm.”
“Got it.”
Bo Ting arrived at the entrance of the building block and looked up, confirming it matched the building number Little Blue had given him in the dream. He then glanced at his phone.
“See you later?”
“See you.” The words had barely left his mouth when both sides fell silent for a moment and hung up in unison.
Xue Hengfu didn’t know whether to sigh in relief or tense up.
Captain Zheng, sitting beside him, looked over.
“If you’re scared, you can give me your phone for now.”
He could answer it for Xue Hengfu.
Xue Hengfu shook his head with a bitter smile.
“You can tell something’s off just from the voice.”
“Better not, Captain.”
He’d already been remembered by name anyway.
What could be worse than that?
Xue Hengfu threw caution to the wind. Now the problem was how to report this to Captain Zheng… cough, and what he’d just promised?
…
As soon as Bo Ting entered the building block, he could tell it was completely different from their neighborhood!
Even the elevator in this high-end complex looked extremely luxurious.
Bo Ting admired it for a second, then couldn’t resist snapping a photo and sending it to Mr. Xu.
“Guess where I am, Mr. Xu?”
The slightly excited chat bubble popped up.
Xu Qinglai had just finished a meeting when he saw Bo Ting’s message.
Where?
The brand-new elevator in the photo was completely different from the outdated decor of Taiping Luxury Garden.
Xu Qinglai glanced at it and immediately knew he wasn’t at Taiping Luxury Garden. So where was it?
“Looks like it’s in the city center?”
Bo Ting: “Yep, right in the city center.”
“And it’s in Camphor District, where you went for the Gem Exhibition last time!”
Bo Ting typed rapidly:
“A friend said they wanted to give me a house, so I came to check it out.”
A friend… giving him a house?
Xu Qinglai’s fingertips paused, and he frowned as he looked up.
What kind of friend would give someone a house for no reason?
And from the decor, this seemed to be in Camphor District’s luxury villa area.
Xu Qinglai felt inexplicably uncomfortable. After staring at his phone for a few seconds, he lowered his gaze and asked:
“Which friend?”
“I don’t think you’ve mentioned them before.”
Huh?
Hadn’t he told Mr. Xu about it?
Mr. Xu should have seen it before.
Bo Ting thought back for a moment and immediately explained:
“It’s not really anyone else.”
“It’s Little Blue from the flower shop last time—you know, the one that’s been doing pretty well in Mengjia City lately.”
Bo Ting glossed over how Little Blue had earned enough for a house.
He didn’t know the details anyway.
He gave a quick rundown of the situation in a few sentences.
“It’s unbelievable.”
“I was stunned when I realized the dream oracle was real.”
Bo Ting felt a bit shy.
Xu Qinglai choked for a moment. It felt even stranger hearing an eerie being say that.
But… Little Blue, that potted wildflower?
That changed everything.
His mood oddly relaxed a bit.
After Bo Ting’s message, he raised his hand and typed: “Need any help?”
Handling documents in Mengjia City probably wasn’t simple.
He’d just had the thought when Bo Ting’s reply came.
“No need for now, Mr. Xu.”
“I just asked the staff, and they said as long as I’m there in person, it’s fine.”
“Shouldn’t need anything else.”
Bo Ting nodded and couldn’t help but praise the Mengjia City Population Census Office.
“That staff member surnamed Xue was really responsible.”
Xu Qinglai: …
It probably wasn’t the staff member surnamed Xue being responsible; it was that they had to be.
He pressed his temple lightly, his expression turning peculiar.
After all, in all his years in Mengjia City, this was the first time he’d heard of handling anything without needing documents.
Bo Ting was still chattering excitedly.
“Mr. Xu.”
“What’s the price per square meter for a place called West View Paradise?”
Bo Ting hadn’t seen the price when he checked the navigation.
Xu Qinglai snapped back.
West View Paradise, huh?
He messaged his secretary and received the detailed price list in under two minutes.
He forwarded it to Bo Ting.
“Basically around 100,000 per square meter.”
Xu Qinglai’s tone was casual; he didn’t think it was that much.
Bo Ting, however, was dumbfounded.
100,000 per square meter!
Damn.
He’d figured it wouldn’t be cheap, but he hadn’t expected this expensive.
This price…
Bo Ting felt dazed and developed a newfound respect.
Xu Qinglai paused:
“If the transfer goes through,”
“I suggest you hold onto the house for now.”
“From my estimation, West View Paradise will rise even more next year.”
Huh?
It would rise even more?
Bo Ting had thought the price was already outrageous, but it could go even higher. He took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to sell immediately after transferring.
“Alright then.”
“I’ll hold off for now.”
Damn it, why were there so many rich people out there?!
But soon, he’d be one of them by eating soft rice?
Heh heh, that was fine then.
Bo Ting happily pocketed his phone. His heart raced as the elevator reached the 19th floor. He took a deep breath, steeling himself not to be surprised by whatever he saw.
However, when Bo Ting rang the doorbell for Room 1901, pushed the door open instinctively, and was caught off guard by the scene inside, he was utterly stunned!
Wait, what… what was this?
Why were there two people lying in the living room?
And… where was Little Blue?
Bo Ting stiffly raised his head and saw Little Blue extending its steel-cable-like green leaves, tightly wrapping around the two men on the ground.
At that moment, it was obediently waving its leaves to greet him.
Little Blue was probably too excited. While greeting him, its leaves dragged the two unconscious men several meters across the floor.
Bo Ting: …！！！
This was bad.
He’d become an accomplice to a man-eating shark!
He knew there was no such thing as a free lunch!
Bo Ting’s expression turned horrified as he looked down at the emaciated man on the ground, who looked like a human jerky.
“What happened?”
“Little Blue, did you do something bad?”
Little Blue stiffened slightly.
Only after happily greeting Bo Ting did it realize what it had done. It quietly retracted some of its leaves, looking entirely innocent.
Bo Ting: …
“Who are they?”
He forced his voice to stay calm.
Little Blue pointed to the bedroom with a leaf.
Bo Ting: …
Fine.
So they were the owners of this house.
Little Blue’s way of “making big money” was kidnapping the owners and occupying their property?
Bo Ting’s hand trembled as he reached out a fingertip to check their noses.
The next second, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Thank goodness they were still breathing, though they looked half-dead from starvation.
Little Blue innocently indicated with its petals: It wasn’t its fault; they were already that skinny.
Bo Ting’s heart skipped a beat. Half an hour later, he sat on the sofa in a daze.
Now, a once-in-a-lifetime dilemma lay before him.
Should he release these two men and hand them over to the Population Census Office, or… go along with Little Blue’s crime?
This touched on his conscience.
He’d come here only thinking of happily completing the transfer, never expecting such a huge issue.
Bo Ting, dressed in a black hoodie, removed his shark head hood and pondered deeply.
First off, these two men had indeed come to their neighborhood before.
They were the ones who stole Little Blue.
They counted as thieves.
Labeling them that way still felt insufficient to Bo Ting.
He stood up and headed to their bedroom, starting with the master one.
An hour later, Bo Ting pulled two ledgers from under their bed.
He opened them and was shocked.
These two were actually fugitives?
And they had major crimes on their hands!
Perfect. The scales of his conscience began to tip.
Bo Ting expressionlessly pocketed the ledgers.
He quickly found rope in a bag under the bed, replaced Little Blue’s bindings to tie them up again, then sat back on the sofa with a long exhale.
Excellent.
Moral dilemma resolved.
He no longer had to face pangs of conscience!
Bo Ting’s mindset returned to normal. He couldn’t help but look at Little Blue.
“You did the right thing this time.”
“But don’t be so reckless next time.”
“If there’s a problem, dream-oracle me or find Miss Du, got it?”
