I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Since returning from the Fang family that night, Zhang Zhongquan seemed to have been possessed, as if he had become a different person. He suddenly disappeared from the rights protection group of the Greenland Phase II owners and stopped talking loudly in it. No matter how many times other owners tagged him, he did not respond. If it weren't for saving face, he would have left the group.

Days are like years.

It truly felt like an eternity.

Previously, he would be overjoyed to receive calls from strangers, because eight out of ten were calls from fellow residents of Greenland Phase II, all sharing the same plight. In other words, it was a conversation among unfortunate people, a chance to help each other out. But now, he has resolutely switched to "Do Not Disturb" mode, downloaded an anti-fraud app, rejected all calls from strangers, and adopted a low-key lifestyle, becoming a middle-aged recluse, only going out when absolutely necessary. After all, he hasn't had a proper job for the past two years, earning a living through odd jobs as a plumber. He doesn't worry about starving, and his wife works at a beauty salon, earning a few thousand yuan a month, so they manage to get by. But a man without a stable income can hardly hold his head high, and with the housing issue, he has even less status at home.

Previously, to avoid being mistreated, he would leave early and return late, preferring to wander the streets rather than stay at home. He would spend any spare money he had at the mahjong parlor. But these past few days, he has been acting out of character. No matter how coldly his wife speaks, he turns a deaf ear and a blind eye, as if he has suddenly unlocked his potential and entered a profound state of being unmoved by external gains or losses.

Fortunately.

Workdays always occupy the majority of our lives.

Today is Tuesday.

While others went to work or school, he nestled on the sofa, enjoying a peaceful respite. The alluring women on his phone's live streams became a welcome distraction, helping him relax.

Now is the worst of times, and the best of times.

As long as you turn on your phone, you can freely admire all types of female students, young women, and older women without spending a penny.

With her big breasts and big buttocks swaying back and forth, she was pushing herself to the limit, wearing skirts shorter and shorter, paired with all sorts of stockings, and even pretending to cover her chest to avoid violating the rules. She was really acting like a prostitute while pretending to be virtuous.

of course.

Watch it for yourself.

Unlike those fools, Zhang Zhongquan always adhered to a tradition: he would never waste a single penny on this.

Contributing even a single online viewer is already a huge favor; why would you ask him to send gifts?
What a joke.

Without beauty filters, who knows if the thing jumping around in the live stream is a person or a ghost? Instead of wasting money on this, you might as well go to a health and wellness center for a massage or foot bath. Their service is much more practical than just shouting "thank you, boss" through a screen.

When did it become so easy to become a prostitute?
Egoists have one advantage.

It's hard for others to take advantage of you.

In Zhang Zhongquan's view, the guys who spend money on these female anchors are all idiots with brains that are practically urethral to brains.

So he felt perfectly justified in getting freebies. When he got tired of one, he would move on to the next. No matter how affectionately the female anchor called him "brother," he never paid attention. He was extremely principled.

"Ugly."

This is not.

With a flick of his finger, he passed over a heavily made-up female anchor who actually had a long face. The one serving him on the screen suddenly became a Lolita-style little girl, probably just reaching the age of adulthood required for live streaming.

He shifted to a more comfortable position, lay down on the sofa, looked at his phone, and muttered to himself, "These young girls nowadays are really slutty."

The girl in the live stream is young, but she understands men's desires very well, or rather, she knows how to play to her strengths. She wears pigtails and bunny ears, and is dressed very cutely. She also chats and interacts with the audience while lying on the bed, occasionally shaking her raised feet to show the audience the soles of her feet covered by long white socks.

Yellowish, sour, and foul-smelling.

Tsk.

You should know that after a man turns thirty, his body starts to decline uncontrollably, so why is his wife's attitude towards him getting worse and worse?
What woman could tolerate being with a man like that?

"Damn it, instead of studying properly, they're messing around online!"

Zhang Zhongquan was watching something perfectly fine when, for some reason, he suddenly started cursing and swearing. He then opened the complaint page and promptly filed a report, choosing pornography and vulgarity as the reason.

However, one person's strength is limited.

Despite the complaint, the live stream continued, and the little girl from Lolita seemed to be shaking her feet even more energetically.

"Your parents know about this..."

"Boom boom boom——"

The sudden knocking interrupted Zhang Zhongquan, who was about to type and interact. He frowned subconsciously, and then, as if he had thought of something, his expression changed abruptly. A certain fiery impulse quickly subsided, and he instantly lost all interest.

He sat up straight, looked at the door, and his pupils trembled involuntarily.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The persistent knocking undoubtedly disrupted the peaceful morning.

Zhang Zhongquan gripped his phone tightly and turned off the live stream. Even though it was impossible for anyone outside to hear him, he still subconsciously held his breath and tried not to make any noise, pretending that no one was home.

The people outside seemed to have been fooled by him.

The knocking stopped.

"Jingle Bell--"

Before Zhang Zhongquan could even catch his breath, his tightly gripped phone suddenly blared with a piercing ringtone.

I shuddered, and almost reflexively dropped my phone.

Zhang Zhongquan quickly cut it off.

then.

"Dong dong dong..."

The knocking sounded again, deeper and heavier than before, as if the previous phone call had ruthlessly exposed Zhang Zhongquan.

Zhang Zhongquan took a deep breath, deliberately went barefoot, got off the sofa, tiptoed to the door, and peeked through the peephole.

"Deng deng deng-"

The next second, he seemed to see a ghost in broad daylight, retreating in panic with a face full of terror.

What did he see through the cat's eyes?
I also saw an eye!
"Dong dong dong..."

The knocking on the door was like a persistent maggot clinging to a bone.

Zhang Zhongquan's heart pounded as he stared at the constantly rattling door, filled with apprehension.

Obviously.

This flimsy wooden door didn't give him enough of a sense of security. He should have replaced it!

"Mr. Zhang, please open the door. We are representatives from Greenland Group and are here to help you resolve your issue."

It turns out.

Wooden doors are not only not sturdy, but they also don't provide good sound insulation.

The sounds from outside penetrated clearly, and Zhang Zhongquan heard them perfectly.

therefore.

The ringing just now was most likely heard outside as well.

coming.

Sure enough, it came!

Zhang Zhongquan looked around, not letting his guard down just because the person knocking on the door wasn't a ghost. On the contrary, the words "Greenland" were probably more terrifying to him than a ghost.

He wanted to rush into the kitchen to grab a cleaver for self-defense, but the thought was quickly suppressed.

There are indeed knives in the kitchen, and more than one, but what's the point of taking them?
The common man became angry and blood spattered five steps forward.

It's quite easy to say.

But does he dare?
“Mr. Zhang, we know you are at home. Please open the door. We are here to help you solve your problem, and we mean no harm.”

no offence?

Why not just ask your fellow villagers to open the door and offer them some warmth?
Looking at the wooden door that could be kicked open with a single kick and offered little protection, Zhang Zhongquan's eyes trembled violently, and his heart pounded as if it were about to leap out of his throat.

"Ding--"

The bell rang again.

"Mr. Zhang, please open the door." The voice from outside carried a hint of mockery and even contempt.

Obvious.

The other party came prepared.

Zhang Zhongquan was breathing heavily and hurriedly thought of a solution.

Call the police?

But what's the use of calling the police?

They didn't do anything, so you can't say that knocking on the door is illegal, right?

like.

I can only rely on myself.

"Can't you act like a man?!"

Fang Weiguo's rebuke is still fresh in my mind.

The contempt of outsiders, the humiliation suffered at home... all surged up at once. Zhang Zhong's face hardened, and he burst forth with unprecedented courage. He grabbed the doorknob and yanked the door open.

"What do you want to do?!"

He feigned ferocity, perfectly illustrating the saying "all bark and no bite."

Standing outside the door were not burly, tattooed gangsters, but two men in suits, carrying briefcases. One of them wore glasses, was well-mannered, and looked harmless.

They were not intimidated by Zhang Zhongquan's momentum; they were friendly and amiable, and handed him a business card.

"I apologize for disturbing you, Mr. Zhang."

When did Greenland Group become so polite?

Having dealt with them countless times, Zhang Zhongquan was well aware of their arrogant and fearless attitude towards homeowners, so much so that his forced fierce demeanor was slightly stiff and he was a little unaccustomed to it.

"Mr. Zhang, would it be convenient for us to come in and talk?"

Seeing that he was standing still, the other person reminded him.

Zhang Zhongquan then reached out and took the business card, quickly glancing at it. It was indeed a representative of Greenland Group, but of a much higher rank than those he had encountered before.

With a stern face, he silently stepped aside, clutching his business card, to make way for her. He appeared strong and composed, but in reality, he was extremely nervous and flustered.

They were very polite and offered to close the door for me.

"Don't close the door!"

Zhang Zhongquan immediately shouted, "Just keep it running!"

Without him.

With the door open, I feel safer, and I can call for help if anything happens.

The two men in suits seemed a little puzzled, but they went along with the host's wishes, abandoning any unnecessary politeness, and stepped into the house with the door open.

Zhang Zhongquan gripped the business card tightly, followed them inside, and kept a certain distance. The open door and the appearance of the two representatives provided him with a sense of security.

"Is Mr. Zhang home alone?"

There was no tea, of course.

The two distinguished guests, perhaps feeling a little awkward, looked around at the equally old walk-up apartment.

The apartment, consisting of two living rooms and one bedroom, wasn't much bigger than a typical family home. The walls were yellowed, the floor tiles were cracked, and the outdated furnishings highlighted the urgent need to move.
"What are you doing?"

Instead of answering, Zhang Zhongquan asked a question, demonstrating his understanding of interpersonal skills and how to gain the upper hand.

The man who handed him the business card turned around, while the one next to him carrying the briefcase was probably an assistant, just like how hats are required to be deployed in pairs.

"Mr. Zhang bought a commercial apartment in our Greenland Phase II project, right? We're here today to resolve the issue of delayed delivery."

Zhang Zhongquan gave a cold laugh.

"Delayed delivery? Is this what you call a delay? It's been way past the delivery date stipulated in the contract, you should know very well how long that has gone."

The man in the suit remained calm and composed, saying, "That's why we've come here specifically to resolve this issue."

The pig knew to turn after bumping into a tree.

The snot was running into its mouth, and it knew to shake it off.

Why are you only thinking about solving this now? Why didn't you do it sooner?

"I've been to Greenland Phase II countless times, just to solve the problem, but how have you done it?"

"When the sun rises, we should forget about yesterday. It's not too late to deal with it now, Mr. Zhang, don't you agree?"

The other party's attitude gradually dispelled Zhang Zhongquan's anxiety. Seeing how polite the other party was, his emotions began to stabilize.

A typical commoner, he has always feared power more than morality.

Since the other party is so easy to talk to, then he should stand up for himself.

"Oh, so you come to resolve things whenever you want? What do you take us homeowners for? Let me tell you, I've already filed a lawsuit in court. You should have received the summons, right? Let's talk about it in court!"

Even though Zhang Zhongquan was arrogant and domineering, the two representatives from Greenland remained unmoved, as if they would not fight back or talk back.

“Going to court isn’t exactly a glorious thing. If it can be resolved out of court, I don’t think it’s necessary to waste so much time and energy. Oh, and there’s the money. Lawyer fees aren’t a small amount…”

"hehe."

Zhang Zhongquan interrupted him directly, "You don't need to worry about this. My niece is a top lawyer; I won't pay her!"

As predicted, his words came true.

Fang Weiguo is good at judging people.

The country is easy to change and the nature is difficult to change.

Having caught the other party's "weakness" and habitually started boasting again, Zhang Zhongquan completely forgot the Fang family's instructions.

"Yes, that's true."

The Greenland representative nodded. "Although it doesn't cost any money, I think we should remind Mr. Zhang that no matter how big a lawyer is, no one can be 100% certain of winning a case, especially when it's a lawyer from out of town coming to Shacheng for a hearing. Mr. Zhang is a smart man, and I'm sure he understands what I mean."

Zhang Zhongquan frowned, then continued to sneer.

"If you weren't afraid, you wouldn't have come to me in the first place. Am I right?"

The other person laughed, a very polite laugh.

"Hehe, I guessed right. Mr. Zhang is indeed a smart man. We at Greenland Group love dealing with smart people the most."

Zhang Zhongquan's vanity was satisfied by his head-on confrontation with a company like Greenland and his superior performance, which made him even more arrogant.

"You guys are just unlucky. Of all people to bully, you had to pick on me. The trial is in a few days, so you'd better start planning how to fight the case."

Check it out.

Even if Fang Qing herself were here, she probably wouldn't be this arrogant.

"Mr. Zhang, have you really thought this through? Once you're in court, there's no going back. There are no winners in court."

How could there be no winners?

I will win!

Zhang Zhongquan opened his mouth, intending to vent the anger that had been building up for so long, but he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the coldness in the other person's eyes, and suddenly he couldn't make a sound, feeling as if a fishbone was stuck in his throat.

“Mr. Zhang, why don’t we sit down and have a calm and rational discussion? A win-win situation is the only way to win, don’t you agree?”

(End of this chapter)