Su Wan immediately opened the chat window, and the other party instantly replied with a voice message, their tone so urgent they were almost in tears: “Hello! My name is Yang Fan. I work out of town, and my parents have been completely fooled by Sister Chen, who insists that buying more square footage at A-City Imperial Mansion will be a great deal. They’re planning to sign the letter of intent today, no matter how hard I try to talk them out of it. Then I saw your video online and rushed over to you—please help me right away! I’ll send you all the documents!”

No sooner had he finished speaking than several files were sent over: a scanned copy of the demolition agreement, promotional brochures from the developer, and a draft letter of intent. Su Wan’s brow furrowed tighter and tighter as she read them.

This was no ordinary scam. The brochures boldly proclaimed a “1:1.1 value-for-value exchange,” but deliberately omitted the most crucial detail: any area exceeding the original allocation would have to be paid for at the developer’s “market price”—a price that was a full 2,000 yuan per square meter higher than comparable new homes in the same neighborhood! Once they signed, not only would they lose the so-called “extra square footage,” but they’d also have to fork out hundreds of thousands more in additional fees. One wrong move, and they might even lose their original relocation eligibility altogether!

Without the slightest hesitation, Su Wan dialed the phone, her voice calm and authoritative, instantly putting the other party at ease: “Mr. Yang, please don’t panic. Stop your parents right now—absolutely do not sign anything!”

“Why?” Yang Fan’s voice trembled with tears. “I told them there was a trap, but they wouldn’t believe me. They said I work out of town and don’t understand what’s going on at home, and that I was just worrying needlessly!”

“Because what they’re signing isn’t a resettlement agreement—it’s a commercial housing sales contract,” Su Wan said steadily, each word clear and precise. “Once they sign, even if the developer breaches the contract, you won’t only fail to get a house; your original 95-square-meter relocation entitlement could also be revoked. In the end, you’ll lose both your money and your home, and it’ll be nearly impossible to fight for your rights!”

There was a long pause on the other end, followed by muffled sobs: “...What should we do? I really can’t stop them—they’ve already packed their bags and are about to leave!”

“Don’t worry. I’ll send you the full text of the ‘Relocation Settlement Implementation Rules’ right now, with Chapter 3, Article 7 highlighted. I’ll also give you the link to the Housing and Urban-Rural Development Bureau’s official website where you can check the registration status. I’ll walk you through every step of the process, take screenshots, and forward them to your family group. Then repeat exactly what I just said. Once they see the actual policy text, they’ll know I’m not lying.” As she spoke, Su Wan quickly worked on her computer, taking screenshots, adding annotations, and sending everything off in one smooth flow.

Twenty minutes later, the call ended.

Yang Fan sent a transfer, with an incredibly sincere note: [Thank you so much, sister! After seeing the policy screenshots, my parents finally agreed not to sign. You really saved our family—otherwise we’d never have gotten back on our feet!]

Su Wan confirmed the payment and updated the record to read “Completed—Yang Fan,” a faint sense of relief and certainty flashing in her eyes.

The first case closed perfectly! This wasn’t just 99 yuan—it was the confidence she’d gained from lessons learned in her past life, the assurance that she could save another family, and a solid step forward on her path to turning things around!

On the fourth day, Su Wan’s consultation list had already reached number 87, and the total income recorded in her spreadsheet had climbed steadily to 8,613 yuan. In just three days, she had become the “pitfall-avoidance guru” in the eyes of relocation households, her reputation spreading like wildfire. Even residents from other communities, referred by friends, came seeking her advice.

She exported and backed up her consultation log, then updated the “Ten Q&As on Relocation” document—incorporating all the frequently asked questions from these past few days, such as: “Can you purchase an additional 60 square meters with your relocation unit? What hidden risks are involved?” “Choosing a floor matters—what floors are traps you should definitely avoid?” “How is the supplementary payment calculated so you don’t get ripped off by the developer?” Each question was grounded in the actual policies and addressed the core pain points, making it easy for ordinary people to understand at a glance.

At lunchtime, Lin Shengnan heard Su Wan on the phone through the study door, her voice serious yet professional, perfectly organized and hitting the nail on the head: “...With three people in your household, a two-bedroom unit is indeed tight, but I strongly advise against opting for a mixed-use apartment just to squeeze in more living space! Mixed-use apartments only have a 40-year property title, utility bills are charged at commercial rates—twice as high as regular residential units—and most importantly, children can’t register their household there, which will affect their future education. It’s simply not worth it!”

When the meal was ready, Lin Shengnan stood outside the study door for a full two minutes, too hesitant to interrupt. Only after the call ended did she bring in a bowl of warm soup, her tone filled with concern: “Your voice is already hoarse—take a break. Don’t push yourself so hard.”

End of Chapter 23: Additional Income