Bai Mu wasn't sure how well the shop assistant had mastered the "Dragon-Slaying Saber Technique," but he quickly adjusted his mindset. He'd gotten the phone for free anyway; it was useless in his hands, but converting it to cash would be much more useful.
Yesterday he was a penniless pauper forced to bully homeless people, but now he was a nouveau riche.
Thanks to the sewers' generosity.
He still had some things in his backpack, including a watch, a compass, and other small, legal items. The watch might be worth something, but the compass was probably worthless.
Bai Mu wasn't in a hurry now. Those things wouldn't break for the time being. The phone would run out of battery, but how long would the watch break?
As for firearms, Bai Mu was worried the shop assistant would call the police if he took them out; he'd deal with that later, after they'd become more familiar with each other.
He wandered around Rota Avenue again, and as it got late, he returned to the real estate agency. The middle-aged agent was still there and immediately recognized Bai Mu.
The young man had left a special impression on him because of the five dollars he received. Whether that impression would last or not, he certainly wouldn't forget this person today.
"Rota Avenue is great, isn't it?" the agent greeted Bai Mu with a smile.
"Hmm...it is." Bai Mu couldn't deny it. "How about that three-hundred-dollar apartment? Tell me the details, I'm open to considering the six-hundred-dollar one."
"You're already considering the six-hundred-dollar one, and you still want the three-hundred-dollar one? I'll introduce you to something better."
The middle-aged agent's eyes lit up. Could he really catch a big fish before closing time?
As for the three-hundred-dollar apartment, could it compare to the six-hundred-dollar one?
If he could do well with the six-hundred-dollar one, with some effort, the eight-hundred-dollar one wasn't impossible.
"It's different. You described it so highly before, but now that I've seen Rota Avenue, I'm really looking forward to the three-hundred-dollar one."
Why did he say all that before? The agent was somewhat helpless. To sell that apartment, he had described it in glowing terms, like a three-hundred-dollar monthly rent and a thousand-dollar value proposition.
While the price-performance ratio might be inflated, it's still reasonably priced at 700 yuan, provided you ignore the incident of a dream going out of control at that apartment.
Many people know about dreams, but their understanding of them is like the proverbial Lord Ye who professed to love dragons but was terrified of them in reality. They talk about how brave they are, but when they actually encounter one, it's a completely different story. Is
Dream Erosion joking? Think dreams are great?
It's like seeing those cute, friendly lions and tigers in the news; if you actually went there and saw them 'affectionately' charging towards you, could you still maintain the same mindset as reading the news?
"Actually, that apartment had a dream going out of control once. The problem was resolved, but the apartment can't be rented out temporarily. It will take a long time before someone rents it. The landlord doesn't want to wait that long, so they lowered the price."
Bai Mu immediately made a decision: "Okay, this is it!"
"..." The agent felt he had wasted too much time. Judging by how quickly this guy made his decision, if he had just explained the situation earlier, wouldn't the deal have been done?
He didn't need to spend an afternoon brainstorming new solutions or figuring out how to get someone else to take over. Even if it was a scam... no, the agent thing was just a charade. Anyway, once it was rented out, they'd only deduct a portion of the rent if they regretted it later.
"The landlord is only willing to rent it for three months at this price," the middle-aged agent emphasized. Bai Mu's reaction made him worried that this guy would directly bid for a year's rent or even longer.
If it were anyone else, they wouldn't be afraid to rent out this property as soon as possible.
"Three months, okay." Bai Mu felt that this time was a bit short. The dream-like chaos incident? Having just returned from the dream, he didn't care about such issues at all.
"Has anyone died inside?"
"If someone died, the price wouldn't be this high." The middle-aged agent quickly shook his head, took the money from Bai Mu, checked it, and after confirming that there were no problems, took out an agreement: "You can get the keys after signing it. If you want to buy new furniture or feel that there are some things inside that are unnecessary, please contact the landlord."
"I'll look at the place first." Looking for someone in Sukkur todayWilling to lie about how we met When the middle-aged real estate agent recommended this property to Bai Mu, he made it very clear:
move-in ready. Since it was only for three months, Bai Mu didn't plan to add anything extra; he'd just make do.
He'd be proactive during these three months, seeing if he could find more "otherworldly dreams" (a term used to describe people in the same world) and then secure a place he could live in while he was still alive.
"I'll take you there." The middle-aged agent tidied up the agreement Bai Mu had signed and led him to the property.
Upon arrival, Bai Mu observed the apartment and thought it was pretty good—a three-story building with two bedrooms and two living rooms, just as the agent had described.
"Pretty good, right? The rent here has been rising to over a thousand for a while now." The agent explained the property's price; the only problem was the commute.
Half an hour to Rota Avenue was a bit of a stretch, but it wasn't an hour, so he'd consider it half an hour.
"No problem, let's sign the agreement."
The agent quickly handed over the agreement, which Bai Mu signed, and then the agent left the keys and departed.
Although there were some follow-up matters, they weren't Bai Mu's concern; the agent would handle things that were trivial to them once they received their payment.
As for his identity, that wasn't the agency's concern.
After the agency left, Bai Mu immediately started packing his belongings. Carrying such a large bag around was almost unbearable, especially since his physique hadn't been enhanced.
Now that he had a suitable place to live, he wouldn't need to carry these dangerous items anymore.
If a policeman came looking for him on the street, his pile of stuff would be enough to keep him entertained for days.
"I'm fine for now." Clumsily reassembling the disassembled firearms, Bai Mu lazily lay on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling.
After settling down, a sense of disorientation inevitably sets in.
He still didn't know why he had transmigrated, but since he was already here… he'd focus on making the best of it for now.
Touching his stomach, Bai Mu suddenly sat up, then left his new place with the box containing the bio-virus. He was hungry; he was going to buy groceries.
As for carrying this thing, it was naturally out of concern for potential accidents. No matter how lethal firearms are, they can't compare to a virus leak. Leaving firearms here might cause an accident, but leaving a biohazard virus here would be a major disaster.
He wondered if the Dream Experience Store would accept this thing, or perhaps he should find out more about the relevant agencies in the city and, under the cover of night, simply dump it at their doorsteps for collection.
Dream Processing Bureau—
Ayler looked at himself in the mirror, vigorously washed his face, and breathed a sigh of relief. He was still somewhat weak, but had recovered from the virus's aftereffects. Once the recovery period was over, he would officially begin his duties.
The Dream Processing Bureau had already assigned them their first target.
(End of Chapter)