Chapter 659: I was shot again when I was looking at a house (please bookmark, recommend, vote, plea

“Boss, is this house like this?” Curtis asked Xu Chuan’s opinion while holding the photos of the house sent by the agent.

"Damn, how do I know?" Xu Chuan looked at the photo, "Aren't there brick-concrete structures?" The houses here are all made of wood. This kind of thing is really not very strong. What if someone attacks Lian Te? It can't even be used as a bunker.

“But that one is expensive.” Curtis scratched his bald head. There are many wooden houses here. The reason is because they are so cheap. Look at the rich people who don’t live in houses with concrete structures.

"I wonder, so where did you spend your money?" People like Umbrella are very rich. On average, everyone is worth tens of millions or even tens of millions. People like Birkhoff are worth a lot. More.

 “How about this.” Alex picked out a photo from a pile and handed it to Curtis.

“Ha, Brentwood, thank you.” Curtis threw the photo away. This villa was not something he could afford.

Xu Chuan picked it up. It was a two-story villa with a brick-concrete structure. It had a front and back yard with a mini swimming pool. It was said to be a swimming pool, but it was actually about the same as a larger bathtub.

“It’s pretty good. It doesn’t look too big. It’s just right for you.”

Curtis felt that he should not ask the opinions of these two people. One was worth hundreds of millions, and the other was said to be the daughter of a Russian oligarch. They were both extremely wealthy people.

“Boss, the price for that thing is more than three million,” Curtis said through gritted teeth.

Xu Chuan spread his hands and said, "Last time in Mexico, the money you shared was more than 10 million. Don't tell me you spent all of it!" In addition, this time there is still more than 100 million, how can Xu Chuan I can't figure out where all his money went.

Curtis looked embarrassed, so Xu Chuan stopped asking, "Let's go and take a look first. If it really feels good, I'll lend it to you."

Alex actually seemed to be looking forward to this event more than Curtis. To be honest, she had never really been to Los Angeles.

Curtis covered his forehead. The two of them looked like they were going to go shopping, but they were showing him a house.

  After calling an agent, the three of them drove to Brentwood, which is located northwest of Beverly Hills and very close to Santa Monica Beach. It is definitely a wealthy area in Los Angeles.

 The house is located on a hillside. The location is slightly remote, and the neighboring houses are relatively far away. Perhaps it is for this reason that this single-family villa with two floors and an area of ​​200 square meters only costs more than 3 million.

"I think it's good. It's good if you don't have neighbors. At least no one will complain about you." Xu Chuan walked around the yard, but it was a bit messy and needed to be repaired. It probably wouldn't be cheap.

The agent stood behind him. This middle-aged white man with a mustache recognized Xu Chuan upon meeting him and thought he was the one buying the house.

Alex walked out of the house and frowned, "Why does it seem that no one has lived there for a long time? Logically speaking, this location shouldn't be there."

Although it is a bit remote, the commercial area is only a fifteen-minute walk along the hillside. Strictly speaking, it is completely acceptable. It should not be able to be sold after so long.

 Curtis's dark face was a little red. He must be very satisfied with this house, with a garage and a swimming pool in the front and backyard. He had already thought about making a gun wall like Swagger.

 She said no, but after reading it, it tasted really good. It was him she was talking about.

The agent came over and said, "Mr. Grylls, are you satisfied? This is the only property currently listed near Brentwood. The price/performance ratio is really high. It is a very suitable choice for investment or self-occupation."

Xu Chuan and Alex looked at each other. This grandson must have regarded himself as the hero.

 “Well, what do you call it?”

 "Kyle, Paul. Kyle."

Xu Chuan looked at the other party seriously, "Okay, Kyle, it's not me who is buying the house, but that guy. You have found the wrong person." He pointed at Curtis. "Huh?", the agent showed a hint of embarrassment, and then quickly adjusted his mood.

"I'm sorry, sir, I thought..." He glanced at Alex, who had a **** figure, and then turned to Curtis, but this guy didn't look like someone who could afford millions.

"There must be something wrong with this house." Alex came close to Xu Chuan and whispered in his ear. The faint fragrance came from the other party and touched her ears. Thoroughly, he will probably react.

"Amitabha" Xu Chuan recited silently in his heart, and then nodded. There was indeed a problem. This guy clearly regarded people like himself as being taken advantage of.

But judging from what Curtis meant, if he had the money, he would probably make the decision immediately.

“Let’s look at other things.” Xu Chuan grabbed this guy who was getting happier and happier as he chatted with the agent, and walked outside.

 “Ah? Boss, why?” Curtis was a little reluctant.

"Just go" and Alex pulled him out from left to right.

The agent looked depressed, but he also knew that this kind of thing could not be negotiated at once, "Sir, if you are really interested, I can help you get a good discount."

“Okay, okay, let’s get in touch again.” Xu Chuan answered for Curtis, and then urged him to drive quickly.

“What do you think is wrong with this house?” Xu Chuan looked back at Alex, and he ignored Curtis.

“It’s hard to say, but this guy must be hiding something. He thought it was you, a Chinese, who bought the house, so he didn’t say anything.” Alex sat in the back seat, holding her cell phone to look up relevant information.

Curtis looked confused, "You are saying there is something wrong with this house? But I looked at it from top to bottom, and the construction quality is absolutely normal. Only the walls may need to be rebuilt."

"Damn, just drive your car." Xu Chuan thought about it and found nothing, but it didn't matter. He could always find out something if he asked someone about it later.

They walked around here, and the location was really good. The Getty Art Center was not far away by car. How could there be such an unsold house in this place? There must be something evil when things go wrong.

As he was turning, several gunshots suddenly came from the nearby community. Curtis curled his lips and looked directly at his boss.

“Damn it, you blame me for that, the security in Los Angeles is obviously very bad.” MD, if it weren’t for the grandson driving the car, he would have been killed.

Alex listened to their conversation with confusion. Curtis, a guy who was not afraid of death, explained to her, "I'm used to it now. It's normal for me to be shot when I go out with my boss. I just don't know this." How many will die each time?”

Xu Chuan asked him to park on the side of the road to see if anyone would die this time. Curtis silently lit two candles for the residents in this high-end community, and then took a look and found that none of the houses here would die. Less than 15 million, and then the candles were blown out.

A community security car drove out like crazy and stopped on the side of the road. The driver covered his shoulders and climbed out of the car. He slumped on the ground and used a walkie-talkie to ask his companions to call the police.

This unlucky man's shirt was stained with blood all over his chest, and there was a bullet hole in his shoulder.

“This amount of bleeding is probably arterial bleeding.” The three people in the car were all experienced. Xu Chuan knew at a glance that if he didn’t stop the bleeding quickly, he would die in less than ten minutes.

 “Should we drive away now?” Alex asked uncertainly.

"Hey, hurry up and stop his bleeding personally. I don't want to live up to the title of a bad god." Xu Chuan said feebly. He lowered his head and bumped against the center console.