Vol 2 Chapter 19: Bizarre internal journal

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It's a great joy for this house to be here. No thrilling things happened this time, but the impact is still quite big.
I drew up the contract that day and signed it with the property owner at the previously negotiated price. When I saw him, I envied him a lot, and there was a wife who loved her so much.
After signing the contract, Qin Yiheng and I didn't stay much, and gave the middle commission to Xu Chuanxiang. He promised him that there would be news for us to inform us that the percentage of the house's commission would follow this time. Xu Chuanxiang was very happy, and asked me to eat and drink with Qin Yihengda, which was a see-off, and then I returned home with Qin Yiheng.
In fact, it did n’t take many days, but I always felt like I had n’t been home for a long time.
Plus these days are really a bit tiring. When I arrived in the city in the evening, I went back to Qin Yiheng with each other.
I plan to go back and deal with the two recent contracts, and then go to bed early to get a good night's sleep. I will find two hours to clean the next day. After all, I must have been away for a few days.
But when I opened the door and entered the room, before I turned on the light, I stumbled under my feet. I turned on the light and saw that it was a very thick stack of magazines, tied with a string, and placed next to my shoe cabinet.
At first I thought it was my masterpiece. I was neglected and forgot a few days away from home.
But when I think about it, I feel that something is wrong. The packaging of magazines is not my style at all. I just slammed the magazines together. Besides, when do I have these books at home?
I squatted down and carried it with my hand. The magazines are not too thick, but it is said that there are dozens of them, which is quite heavy. I said to myself, who sent me the mail? That's impossible, who opened the door to the postman?
Thinking about it, I glanced at the cover of the magazine and only took one look. I took a breath and quickly called Qin Yiheng and told him about my situation. Just listening to Qin Yiheng shouting "I lean" over there, and hung up the phone directly.
He hung up the phone, I am the six gods without a master, and then dialed over, it turned off there.
I want to open the door to hide for a while, and I think I might be a little fussed, but anyway, this stack of magazines is probably not simple, because there are a few words on the cover of the magazine-Hongdazhi. You don't have to go through the content, just look at the name, idiots can come up with it, this must be related to HTC Real Estate.
I stood still and calmed down a little bit, so I didn't panic so much. After all, it's my home here, and it's my home at all times. Even if I encounter any danger, I won't panic when I run away. So I squatted down again and read the magazine carefully,
The cover and color of the entire magazine looks rustic, although I have n’t read the content, but I have thought about it. This is probably an internal company magazine, that is, the company ’s own reading, usually only inside the company. Circulate among employees and show them to customers when they come to a customer at best. It is a disguised corporate propaganda and demonstration of corporate strength.
But why did this thing come to my house? And there are so many books in the past? Is this to promote corporate culture? Obviously impossible.
I checked the doors and windows and they were all intact and there were no signs of being pryed. These things are the same as the strange wardrobe and Yin buckle in Qin Yiheng's house, they arrived in the room out of nowhere. Is there any connection between the two? Could it be that this stack of magazines also came to provide us with clues? Anyway, nothing can be seen on the surface. I hesitated for a moment, and thought it was better not to untie the rope that tied the magazine first. Everything was still to be decided after Qin Yiheng had seen it. I had to protect the scene. So, I was going to call Qin Yiheng again, just about to dial, but he called in first.
After answering the phone, Qin Yiheng told me that he had just run out of phone and now he was almost downstairs and asked me to open the door. I don't need to open the door. I haven't closed the door since I went home. I heard him coming, and my heart was completely settled.
After waiting for seven or eight minutes, Qin Yiheng hurriedly pushed the door in and did not greet me. He bowed his head to see the internal magazines of the enterprise, and just squatted down to see. I saw that he was still in a panic. The heart that had just fallen down hung up again. He squatted down quickly and asked him, "What is going on with this thing?"
When I asked, I reacted, and I was the first party. Qin Yiheng did not know as much as I did. So, I simply found out how this stack of things was found, and I had any guesses, and told him along the way. I don't know if he listened or not. Anyway, his head was always lowered and he didn't lift it.
After a while, Qin Yiheng took out the Swiss army knife from his carry bag, cut the rope of the bundle of books neatly, picked up a copy, looked at it, and put it down again.
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