Part 2 Chapter 19 The Strange Appearance of Internal Publications
This house is now a happy place. Nothing thrilling happened this time, but it still had a great impact on people.
I drafted a contract on the same day and signed it with the owner at the price we had agreed on. When I met him, I envied him for having a wife who loved him so much.
After signing the contract, Qin Yiheng and I didn't stay for long. We gave the commission to Xu Chuanxiang and agreed that he could notify us if he had any news. The commission ratio of the house would be the same as this time. Xu Chuanxiang was very happy and treated Qin Yiheng and me to a big meal as a farewell. After that, Qin Yiheng and I returned home.
Actually, I haven’t been out for many days, but I always feel like I haven’t been home for a long time.
In addition, I was really tired these days, so when we arrived in my city in the evening, Qin Yiheng and I went back to our respective homes.
I plan to go back and deal with two recent contracts, then go to bed early and have a good sleep, and then find two part-time workers to clean up the house the next day. After all, I have been away from home for several days and the house must be covered in dust.
But when I opened the door and entered the house, before I turned on the light, I stumbled. I turned on the light and saw a thick stack of magazines tied with ropes, placed next to my shoe cabinet.
At first I thought it was my own work, as I had neglected it because I had been away from home for a few days.
But then I thought again, I felt something was wrong. Packing magazines is totally not my style. The most I can do is just pile the magazines together. Besides, when did I have so many books at home?
I squatted down and picked it up with my hands. The magazines were not too thick, but there were at least dozens of them, so they were still quite heavy. I thought to myself: "Who mailed them to me? That's impossible. Who opened the door for the postman?"
Thinking about it, I glanced at the cover of the magazine. After just one glance, I gasped and quickly called Qin Yiheng to tell him about my situation. Qin Yiheng just shouted "Fuck" and hung up the phone.
He hung up the phone. I was at a loss. I called again, but the phone was turned off.
I wanted to open the door and hide for a while, but then I thought I might be making a fuss. But no matter what, this pile of magazines was probably not simple, because there were a few words written on the cover of the magazines - Hongda Magazine. Even an idiot could figure out that it was definitely related to Hongda Real Estate without having to read the contents.
I stood there for a while and calmed down. I was no longer so panicked. After all, this is my home, and it is my home ground. Even if I encounter any danger, I will not panic when I run away. So I squatted down and read the magazine carefully.
The cover and color scheme of the entire magazine look rustic. Although I haven't read the content yet, I thought about it and it's probably an internal company magazine, that is, a reading material published by the company itself. It is usually only circulated among employees within the company. At best, it is shown to customers when they come. It is a disguised form of corporate publicity and display of corporate strength.
But how did this thing get to my house? And there were so many of them? Was this to promote corporate culture? Obviously not.
I checked the doors and windows, and they were intact, with no signs of being pried open. These things, like the wardrobe and the Yin buckle that mysteriously appeared in Qin Yiheng's home, appeared in the room out of thin air. Is there any connection between the two? Could it be that this pile of magazines is also here to provide us with clues? Anyway, nothing can be seen from the surface. I hesitated for a moment, and thought it would be better not to untie the ropes that tied the magazines. Everything should be decided after Qin Yiheng has seen them. I have to protect the scene. So, I was about to call Qin Yiheng again, but just as I was about to dial, he called me first.
After answering the phone, Qin Yiheng told me that his phone had just run out of battery and he was almost downstairs at my house, and asked me to open the door for him. I didn't need to open the door, as I had never closed it since I got home. When I heard that he was coming, I felt completely relieved.
After waiting for seven or eight minutes, Qin Yiheng rushed in, without saying hello to me. He looked down at the company magazines and squatted down to read them. I saw that he was still very flustered, and my heart, which had just calmed down, was in suspense again. I quickly squatted down and asked him, "What's going on with this thing?"
After asking the question, I realized that I was the first person involved, and Qin Yiheng didn't know as much as I did. So, I simply told him how I found this pile of things and what I guessed. I don't know if he listened to it or not, anyway, he kept his head down and didn't raise it.
After a while, Qin Yiheng took out a Swiss Army knife from his bag, cut the rope that bound the books neatly, picked up a book at random, flipped through it, and put it down again.
