He thought that apart from the memory given by the System, he had no knowledge of these eleven buildings, nor did he know any of the tenants living there. Since he had nothing to do anyway, it was a good time to learn more about them.
He rode his electromobile to the apartment buildings.
His eleven buildings were located in two different residential areas, but they were not far apart.
He soon arrived at one residential area with four buildings. These four high-rise apartment buildings were the only ones in this area, with a rental advertisement posted at the entrance.
Quite a few people were gathered around, presumably tenants looking to rent.
Yigol Novak went over to check the advertisement, and his brows furrowed when he saw the rental price.
How come the price was different from what he remembered?
It was significantly higher than what was written in the contract when it was signed.
"Did the System make a mistake?" Yigol wondered, but he quickly dismissed this thought.
The System wouldn't make mistakes; it must be people being too greedy.
He had rented the whole building to a tenant agent long ago and hadn't checked on it since, so the tenant agent was in full control of the building. That must be why the price was inflated.
According to the original contract's price, the tenant agent could already make a lot of money, but with this price increase, wouldn't they make even more?
At least three times more than what was stated in the contract.
"People can never have enough; what a crooked businessman." Yigol's face turned cold.
He took out his phone and dialed the number he remembered.
The call quickly connected: "Mr. Novak, why are you calling all of a sudden?"
"I'm at the entrance of Sunshine District. Come here," Yigol said coldly.
On the other end of the phone, the person's breathing grew heavier. After a while, they stuttered, "Alright, I'm coming."
"Is five minutes enough?" Yigol said sternly.
"Yes, yes, I'll be there right away."
Yigol hung up the phone and dialed another three-digit number.
After that, he called the property management department, checked the accounts, and went straight to a lawyer to draft a lawsuit, intending to sue.
If one tenant could bring in three times the rent, such exploitation of so many tenants would have made the agent's wallet explode.
It wasn't about the money itself; if it were made through legitimate means, he wouldn't say a word. But this clearly went against morality and conscience.
Besides, they were using his property to make money, and he was completely clueless about it. The thought of it made him furious.
This constituted an economic crime, and Yigol wouldn't let this slide.
He had given the building to the tenant agent years ago and hadn't inquired since. The tenant agent never consulted him either. This was outright deception for financial gain.
Money was something everyone liked, and there was nothing wrong with that.
However, it should be obtained fairly.
If it weren't for the System's recent reward, he wouldn't have neglected the situation for so many years.
But now that the System had rewarded him, the tenant agent was harming both his and the tenants' interests.
When the police arrived, Yigol first explained the ins and outs of the matter. Then, he took out the contract signed years ago. As soon as the officer saw it, they realized the seriousness of the matter and immediately contacted their superiors and other relevant departments.
A small department couldn't handle such a significant economic crime, so they had to involve higher authorities.
After a while, the tenant agent still hadn't shown up, and Yigol's patience had run out. He called again.
The phone had just started ringing when it was hung up on.
Yigol's anger grew even more intense. This good-for-nothing was utterly unaware of the situation.
He sent a text message, telling the agent that he had reported the matter to the police and that the relevant party had arrived. He asked the agent to try and see if they were more formidable than the police.
Not long after the message was sent, Yigol's phone rang.
Yigol pressed the answer button, and before he could speak, the person on the other end of the phone began to apologize: "Mr. Novak, I'm sorry. I won't dare to do it again. I'll give you all the extra money. Please don't call the police. I'm begging you."
"This wasn't my idea. It was my uncle, Steven. He didn't know about it at first, and when I found out, it was already done. My wife kept pestering me, so I had no choice but to go along with him."
"But I didn't expect him to become more and more excessive. I was just about to handle this when you showed up. Everything I said is true. I'm sorry, I really am."
"You handle it? If I hadn't discovered the truth, would you have continued to exploit my interests and those of the tenants?"
"No, I really know I was wrong. I'll give you the extra money, and more if you want. Just please, don't call the police, okay?"
"You better get here now, or face the consequences. I'll give you five minutes."
Yigol didn't want to waste any more words and hung up the phone.
Soon, the higher-level police department arrived and set up everything needed for the operation. As soon as the tenant agent appeared, they would be apprehended.
Now, with the account records, Yigol's contract, and the advertisement content at the entrance as evidence, it was easy to find witnesses who could testify how much rent the tenant agent had actually collected.
Taking the past few years into account, this must involve over a million dollars, constituting a severe economic crime.
Other teams also quickly arrived at the scene. Once they learned about the situation, they began their operations.
Upon knowing that all these properties belonged to Yigol, the relevant department staff members were astounded.
Yigol was only in his early twenties, and having so many assets was extraordinary.
About seven or eight minutes later, a Range Rover arrived and headed straight towards Yigol.
Using his memory, Yigol immediately recognized that this was the tenant agent he had just called.
Yigol's first instinct was to suspect whether the scoundrel intended to silence him?
Just as the car was about to reach Yigol, it stopped, and a greasy, overweight man got out.
"Mr. Novak, Mr. Novak..."
The greasy man hurried over to Yigol's side and tried to appease him with flattery.
At this time, only a few potential tenants and Yigol were at the entrance of the residential area.
The others who needed to take action had already started.
The police officers were going to arrest the greasy man's accomplices.
This greasy man was the boss of the rental company, acting as a middleman, similar to Suri Drew.
Yigol had bought this residential area all at once, and the property management was found by the original developer. Yigol simply paid the money, and everything was done.
Yigol, who didn't like trouble, didn't change anything and kept everything the same.