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  Guo Yi furrowed his brow and looked gloomy as he went to find a house, but he hadn't even planned on recruiting employees yet, so how did he suddenly have so many staff? He couldn't go to Zhou Jie's place, it was too chaotic, the police from the local station would come to check for temporary residence permits every other day, and if they stayed there for long, trouble would be inevitable.

  But finding a slightly higher-end community, but whether this clinic can be opened or not is still uncertain. This trip to Afghanistan is life and death, what's the point of having so many employees? It's all because of Wen Tian and his gang. I'll settle accounts with that kid when I get back.

  He hit a car and said to the driver:

  "Find a high-end community, I want to rent a house,"

  The driver didn't say a word and started driving, while Guo Yi was thinking about the employees' salary issues on the way. The more he thought about it, the more heartbroken he became. Although his income from antique restoration wasn't low, he often wasn't around due to his three days of fishing and two days of sunbathing, which had a significant impact on business. With his potential to be a miser, Guo Yi made up his mind that except for Chu Yijun and Nalan Yan, no one else would get paid, and he would try his best to squeeze out the remaining value. He wanted to become a qualified evil capitalist.

  The taxi stopped in front of a villa, and Guo Yi was taken aback. "My god," he said, "I've heard of high-end, but not to this extent. If I had the money to rent a villa, I'd rather buy a house."

  Since you're here, might as well take a look anyway.

  As soon as Guo Yi got out of the car, he saw a group of people gathered at the entrance of the villa, and there were constant sounds of argument coming from the crowd. Guo Yi was not very interested in this kind of commotion, so he walked to the gate and asked the security guard if there were any rooms available for rent outside (of a certain color).

  The security guard said there were no rentals, but rather houses for sale, with prices that were ridiculously low. However, nobody had bought any of them yet. Guo Yi was a bit curious and thought, "I'm idle anyway, so I might as well go take a look." He asked the security guard where the owner lived, and the guard pointed forward, saying:

  "Don't look anymore, it's that one who was arguing at the front."

  Guo Yi squeezed forward to take a look, and saw that two women were arguing back and forth. Standing by the Buick was a middle-aged woman who looked decent, but had a slightly disfigured body and some shallow scars on her face. Standing next to the red Volvo C70 was a young and sexy woman with a fiery figure, heavily made up, and provocative movements.

  Two cars, one in front and one behind. The front Volvo sports car had its door dented inward, while the rear Buick's headlights were knocked off.

  The two women were accusing each other, and after listening for a while, Guo Yi discovered that the two women's argument was not just about the car accident, but also had some underlying meaning of a mistress versus an original wife. The onlookers seemed to understand the situation and occasionally whispered a few words to the person next to them, but no one came forward to mediate.

  Kuo Yeh remembered the low-priced villa, although it may not be a fact, but he was still curious. He wouldn't intervene in such matters, mainly because he didn't have the confidence. If two men were to fight, they could just pull apart, but if two women were to argue, there's no way to separate them.

  Kuo Yeh took a deep breath and stepped forward, shouting loudly:

  Excuse me, which one of you two is selling the house?

  "Not for sale"

  "I sell,"

  Two women said at the same time,

  The one who is selling is the middle-aged original partner, Guo Yi no longer pays attention to the fiery little third, and says to the middle-aged original partner:

  "Can we find a place to talk?"

  The middle-aged woman looked at Guo Yi, suddenly shook her body, and her face turned pale for a moment, but quickly recovered. She said painfully:

  "Alright, let's go."

  "Can't move, house won't sell,"

  The fiery little third wheel blocked the way and wouldn't let her leave, while the middle-aged original wife said disdainfully:

  "It's my mother's house, if she wants to sell it, she'll sell it. What business is it of yours? Shameless thing."

  The little three was furious, her large chest heaving with waves, she blocked the two in front of her and shouted:

  "You hit my car, you pay compensation, if you don't compensate me, I won't let you leave."

  Guo Yi-although heard vaguely, but also saw that this house was the middle-aged original match, and asked:

  "Is it okay if you just fix your car and then leave?"

  "Fixed it? Don't just rely on you, this car is an imported original, and the paint job can't be found domestically, you..."

  Guo Yi didn't waste any words with him, walked over and opened the dented car door, lifted his leg and kicked it back to its original shape with a loud thud, then wiped the scratched area with his hand. The hot-tempered mistress saw that he dared to kick her beloved car, suddenly became furious like a dog being bitten, let out a sharp cry, and rushed towards Guo Yi, wanting to fight him to the death.

  The middle-aged wife saw the fiery little third party take action, and a hint of a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

  Guo Yi single-handedly supported himself on the hood of the car and lightly jumped to the other side of the sports car. The fiery little three, with layers of waves, rushed over, but ended up empty-handed and almost fell to the ground. Guo Yi thought to himself that being too big wasn't good either, as it was easy to lose balance.

  "You,"

  "Take it easy, your car has been fixed."

  The little wife rushed to see her beloved car, not because she believed it had really been repaired, but to see if it had become even more deformed after being kicked by this madman. As a result, when she took a look, she was stunned to find that the car door had actually returned to its original shape.

  The people around couldn't help but stare in amazement, who knew fixing cars could be done like this?

  "How did you do it,"

  Kuo Yi smiled with satisfaction and said:

  "You don't know, but all these good cars have a certain degree of automatic repair function. For such minor injuries, it's nothing."

  "Really,"

  The little wife was shocked and delighted, never expecting today's technology to have reached this level.

  Guo Yi turned around and asked his middle-aged first wife:

  "Is your car still under repair?"

  Welcome to Jiupin Literature, you can quickly enter this site by searching "Jiupin Literature" on any search engine. This site permanently provides free downloads of high-quality and txt format without pop-up windows! The middle-aged original match shook their heads, the two got in the car, and the fiery little three looked down at her own beloved car, not stopping them again. Just as the Buick was about to start, the fiery little three suddenly rushed towards the car and shouted at Guo Yao:

  "I advise you not to buy that house, otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite."

  Guo Yi didn't hear clearly and asked the middle-aged original partner:

  "What did she say?"

  "Don't mind this bitch,"

  The Buick car stopped in front of a luxurious villa, and the middle-aged original wife took out the key to open the door, saying:

  "It's this house, will you buy it?"

  For Guo Yi, who was used to living in apartments, this house looked dizzyingly large. With just one suite costing at least tens of millions, Guo Yi's mouth twitched with regret. He asked without much hope:

  "How much does it cost?"

  "Ten thousand,"

  "How much"

  "Ten thousand,"

  "How much"

  ??????

  Guo Yi turned around and left, damn it, ran into a psycho, no wonder nobody buys from him, if I believed you I'd be sick too, sigh, how didn't I notice earlier? The middle-aged original partner quickly grabbed Guo Yi's arm and said:

  "Don't go, if you can't afford it, I'll pay for you."

  Kuo Yi smiled wryly and said:

  "Sister, sorry, I'm not buying it, you can look for whoever you want, I have something else to attend to and will leave first."

  The middle-aged original wife cried and grabbed onto Guo Yao's hand, refusing to let go:

  "Big brother, you can't leave now. I've been spreading the word for a month, posted it online and informed the agent. You're the first one to come see the house so far. If you leave, who am I going to sell it to?"

  Kuo Yi became even more depressed, and with a foolish expression on his face, he struggled and cried:

  "Sister, let go first, talk it out properly."

  "I won't let you go, what if you run away?"

  "I won't run, I definitely won't run, you let go first,"

  Kuo Yeh had already made preparations to take off running, if not for the principle of not hitting a sick person, he would have thrown her against the wall long ago. Being held by her soft and delicate small hands, his white hair was all standing on end from fright. Which family's people are so heartless, with a sick person at home they don't even take good care of them?

  The patient suddenly smiled and said, opening his hand:

  "You can run but you can't hide, I know you."

  Kuo Yikang was about to run away, but upon hearing this, he stopped and curiously asked:

  "Do you know me?"

  "Ah, aren't you Guo Yi?"

  So it's really you!

  The middle-aged wife smiled and said:

  "Do you think I'm crazy?"

  Guo Yi nodded, but immediately thought it was impolite, shook his head and said with embarrassment:

  "No, how could I think that? I,"

  The middle-aged original partner had a kind smile on his face and said softly:

  "You're still so kind, but I didn't expect that apart from chopping people, you can also repair cars."