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"What's wrong?"

Zhang Zhongquan left home in the morning but didn't return until evening, past dinner time. His wife, Mai Encui, thought he had gone to his cousin's house, but she saw him bring back all the things he had taken out, untouched.

Zhang Zhongquan remained silent, his expression gloomy. He placed the "carefully" prepared gift heavily on the table, clearly showing that he was sulking.

Mai Encui stepped forward, but before she even got close, she could smell a strong, pungent odor of smoke.

She knew this taste all too well.

"You went to play cards again?!"

Her face darkened, and her voice unconsciously rose.

"So what if I am? You don't know anything!"

In the past few days, Zhang Zhongquan managed to get the "Head of the Household" experience card through his own efforts, but he drank it back and then walked in angrily.

Mai Encui clenched her teeth, but thinking of the hundreds of thousands of dollars she had managed to get back safely after going through so many twists and turns, she decided to be patient for the time being.

Look.

Even a domineering shrew at home knows she can't turn her back on someone.

"Didn't you go to Sister Hua Zi's place?"

She turned around, lowered her posture, smiled, and her tone became "gentle" again.

That's right.

Greenland Group kept its word. After the lawsuit was withdrawn, the remaining funds were successfully received, and the bank interest was also paid.

As soon as the money arrived in their account, the couple hurriedly applied online to repay the bank loan. With the money coming in and going out, they didn't lose a single penny, but of course, they didn't earn a single penny either.

for this result.

The couple were extremely satisfied.

It's better than constantly worrying about unfinished buildings that are clearly abandoned and abandoned.

"Where's the brat?!"

"She's doing her homework inside."

Unable to find an outlet for his frustration, Zhang Zhongquan could only sullenly plop down on the sofa. In front of Mai Encui, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, pulled one out, put it in his mouth, and lit it with a "click."

Go against Tiangang!

If this were before, smoking indoors would have been a nightmare; Mai Encui would have probably blown his head off. But this time, Mai Encui's facial muscles twitched slightly before her smile returned. She approached him considerately, suppressing her aversion to the smell of smoke, and sat down next to Zhang Zhongquan.

"Why didn't you go to Sister Hua Zi's place? Why did you go to the mahjong parlor instead?"

"Who said I didn't go?"

Zhang Zhongquan took a deep drag on his cigarette. "This is absolutely outrageous!"

"What's the matter?"

"What do you mean?!"

Zhang Zhongquan's face turned ashen. "She thought that just because she helped me with a little thing, she could piss and shit on my head. Doesn't she realize that if she hadn't encouraged me to buy the Greenland Phase II apartment, this whole mess wouldn't have happened! I kindly went to thank her, and she just threw my good intentions on the ground and trampled on them! She said she'd throw them away if I didn't take them. Tell me, is that even human language?!"

Mai Encui waved her hand to disperse the smoke and advised, "If you don't want it, then don't. You're saving us some money. We can keep it for ourselves and eat it ourselves."

Did you win any money playing cards today?

Mai Encui's fierceness must have been forced out of her by life. It's obvious that she's not unaware of how couples should get along, and she's trying to subtly change the subject.

"You really think I go to the mahjong parlor to play cards?"

"What's that for?"

Maientree was truly puzzled.

Zhang Zhongquan took a deep drag on his cigarette, pinching the butt between his fingers. "I'm doing this to gather information."

Mai Encui was baffled, her doubts deepening. "Inquire...what information?"

Zhang Zhongquan remained silent, with only the sounds of his breathing and the smoke he continuously produced.

"Jiang Huazi said that other homeowners have also sued Greenland Group."

If even husband and wife can turn against each other, how much more so can relatives?

Zhang Zhongquan clearly had no intention of continuing to compromise and submit to his fate, and he started calling her by her first name, no longer calling her "sister."

"real or fake?"

Mai Encui was surprised, her eyes widening even more. "Didn't you say that no lawyer in Shacheng dared to take this case?"

"Fuck you!"

Zhang Zhongquan cursed and then said viciously, "Are those lawyers that the Fang family's daughter hired from out of town, or are they providing free legal aid to those homeowners?"

"You heard that at the mahjong parlor?"

“Jiang Huazi said it! And I also heard about it at the mahjong parlor. It’s true. A large number of homeowners have joined together to sue Greenland. The news has spread.”

Even though he was the one who was minding his own business, for some reason, after hearing about this, Zhang Zhongquan suddenly had a strange feeling that he had been abandoned.

This made him inexplicably irritable, angry, and also a little uneasy that he couldn't quite put his finger on.

As for what he was worried about, he couldn't say for sure.

"What is Fang's daughter up to? She hired a lawyer to come to Shacheng to help you, didn't she? Why is she helping someone else?"

"You're asking me?! Who am I supposed to ask?!"

After finishing one cigarette, Zhang Zhongquan took out another.

Despite her surprise, Mai Encu quickly calmed down and reassured her, "Whatever she wants to do, we've already got the money. Let them do whatever they want; it has nothing to do with us."

As she spoke, she seemed to realize something, her expression shifting, "Won't Greenland Group come after us?"

"Settle accounts? What accounts?"

Zhang Zhongquan's tone unconsciously rose, seemingly fearless, but the cigarette trembling between his fingers betrayed his true feelings. "We've already withdrawn the lawsuit. What does it have to do with us if others sue? How can they blame us? If they want to settle scores, they should go after the homeowners, go after the Fang family!"

Mai Encui nodded, "Yes, yes, they can't possibly be looking for us."

“We have an agreement that no one can take our money away anymore.”

Zhang Zhongquan spoke while smoking, it was unclear whether he was comforting his wife or himself.

"Ok!"

Mai Encui agreed, then unconsciously added, "What if they actually win the case?"

Zhang Zhongquan, who was puffing out smoke, made a sudden movement.

"Win? What makes you think you can win? There's not a single 'win' case like this in the whole country! A twenty-something-year-old girl thinks that just because she went to a good university, became a lawyer, and knows a few people, she can wrestle with capitalist companies? How naive!"

"But so many people are suing together, and Greenland Group really didn't deliver on time..."

"No buts!"

Zhang Zhongquan's eyes were sharp as he stared at the unlit television. His voice was firm and resolute: "Their lawyers are indeed very knowledgeable about the law, but you must understand that they only know it. The key is who holds the power to interpret the law!"

Mai Encui nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

"You haven't eaten yet? There's still food left, I'll go heat it up."

Zhang Zhongquan sat alone on the sofa, silently smoking, thinking about the glory and energy of Greenland Group in Shacheng, and unconsciously straightened his chest.

He would like to see.

Who is the real clown?

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Old Min and the principal would like to invite you to give a speech to the entire school."

"What should I give a speech about? That I'm a frequent visitor to the director of the political education department's office?"

Jiang Chen put down a bottle of mineral water.

Although they were just eating at the neighbor's house, they were still provided with basic necessities.

He even bought several buckets of instant noodles and put them in the refrigerator to prevent himself from getting hungry at night.

Avenue to Jane.

Why do divine figures like the young Taoist nun appear around him?

This person does indeed exude a Taoist, back-to-basics quality.

“Go ahead, you’re more suitable than me, more suited to be an idol for the students.”

He sat down on his old, worn-out wooden sofa and, before Qingge could speak, said, "The truth is more real than gold."

He smiled, his demeanor warm and gentle as the city lights began to twinkle and night fell.

"Following the normal trajectory of fate, your life path has more to offer in terms of learning and reference. You are destined to become an excellent, outstanding, and extraordinary person, as do I."

Jiang Chen shook his head.

Fang Qing unscrewed the bottle cap and took a small, ladylike sip. "You mean, you're an exception to probability theory?"

Jiang Chen snapped his fingers. "That's one way to understand it."

Fang Qing held the water bottle. "Excessive modesty is arrogance."

"Am I being modest?"

Jiang Chen laughed, "I've never been shameless." "That's a different matter."

“I talked to Fu Zili, and he was very interested. He had worked in the construction industry before, so it was a good match for his major.”

Jiang Chen changed the subject. Although it was only seven o'clock, continuing to talk about personal matters would inevitably lead to some ambiguity.

"There are a few stray dogs in the compound. When are we going to get them to work as police dogs?"

"..."

Jiang Chen chuckled, "It sounds awful."

Although it may not be pleasant to hear, the fact that someone practices nepotism is undeniable.

Look at the people around him.

Which one was not blessed by his Great Dao?

Even though his cold-hearted uncle Zhang Zhongquan was unforgiving, he didn't hold a grudge, even though the other party ultimately didn't accept him.

"Isn't it said that the first sword strike after landing should be used to kill the one you love?"

Jiang Chen looked up and saw Qing Gege drinking water from a bottle, smiling with her lips pursed.

He was about to speak.

"Bah" sound.

The lights went out.

As if the barrier had shattered, the night outside suddenly rushed in, and it was even darker than outside.

"Don't panic."

Jiang Chen immediately said, but Qing Gege didn't seem flustered at all, sitting calmly on the sofa.

That's just wishful thinking on my part.

Jiang Chen then got up, walked to the windowsill, and looked out, finding that the lights in the houses in the courtyard were on as usual.

"It's probably because the newly replaced water heater has too high a power rating, causing the circuit breaker to trip. I'll go take a look."

The main switch is outside, in the stairwell below.

Jiang Chen walked outside, turned on his phone's flashlight. He didn't want to bother Uncle Fang, who was probably watching TV, with such a small matter. He went down the steps, came to the electrical box, and looked up.

The judgment is correct.

It did indeed trip.

But it's too high, I can't reach it.

"Bring a stool over."

He shouted to Qingmei, who had followed him out the door to check the situation.

Fang Qing went back inside and soon brought out a disposable plastic stool. However, because there was paint on the stairs and her vision was limited while carrying the stool, she slipped and fell down the steps with a "bang".

Jiang Chen, who was still studying the electrical box, caught a glimpse of Fang Qing out of the corner of his eye. He immediately turned his head, then strode up the stairs and quickly helped Fang Qing, who was sitting on the ground, to her feet.

"Are you okay?"

Fang Qing frowned. The stool was placed against the wall, and she leaned against the escalator, raising her hand to touch the back of her head.

Jiang Chen was startled and quickly freed one hand to reach out and touch it.

Fortunately.

It has the smooth texture of hair, without the sticky liquid feel.

"Did you bump your head?"

Fang Qing remained silent.

"Does it hurt? Should we go to the hospital?"

In the dark stairwell, Jiang Chen stared intently, doing his best to observe her reaction; this kind of concern couldn't be faked.

Fang Qing finally spoke.

"……Who are you?"

Jiang Chen was stunned. A series of melodramatic, cheesy, and brainless dramas flashed uncontrollably through his mind. He felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. Without thinking, he immediately tried to call Yao Erling.

"Pfft."

A familiar yet unfamiliar laugh echoed in the quiet hallway, carrying a cunning air as if it had traveled through time and space.

"Step aside."

Fang Qing tried to get up on her own.

Jiang Chen quickly realized that he had been tricked yet again.

But he wasn't angry.

A false alarm is one of the fortunate things in life.

"Don't move yet."

Escalators are supported by long iron plates. If you hit a sharp part at a bend, it can easily cause serious consequences. Without saying a word, Jiang Chen abandoned all pretense of respecting men and women at this critical moment, picked up Qingmei around the waist, and quickly climbed up. In his haste, he did not realize the tearing sound of something being torn.

The two went back inside.

The person remained rational and didn't rashly disturb the two elders. After placing the still-light Qingmei on the sofa, he finally had a free hand to pick up his phone.

"I was just kidding."

Fang Qing was blinded by the light from the flashlight and raised her hand to shield her eyes.

"It's not as simple as you saying it's okay."

Jiang Chen's expression was serious. He didn't even bother to turn on the power first. He held up his phone and went around to Fang Qing's back. "Let me see."

Fang Qing couldn't persuade them otherwise, so she could only let it be.

"Sit a little forward."

Jiang Chen gave the order while fiddling with her hair.

The darkness can subtly alter a person's mindset. Normally, Fang Qing wouldn't have paid him any attention, but at this moment she obediently complied, holding onto the sofa and sitting down a bit.

A man's head and a woman's waist are two parts that outsiders are not allowed to touch. Fortunately, Fang Qing is a woman.

Under the bright light of the flashlight, it was confirmed that there were indeed no wounds on the beautiful back of the head, not even a speck of dust, clearly indicating that it hadn't been touched at all.

Jiang Chen secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Have you encountered it anywhere else?

Since he didn't hit his head, he should be fine. The flashlight beam became more casual than before, sweeping across his flexible and straight back.

"You bumped your butt, do you want to get it checked?"

Fang Qing seemed quite helpless about someone's nagging.

"Don't worry about your butt, it's covered in fat, so it'll be fine if you bump it."

That's what I said.

Not everyone has a lot of fat on their buttocks.

Why did he "speculate" that Princess Qing's child was a girl?

It's simply because Qinggege's buttocks aren't particularly "outstanding," but rather just average.

There is no one in the world who is perfect.

However, let's get back to the point.

Who says that only those with abundant bounty, like Europeans and Americans, can be considered perfect?

Everyone has their own preferences for radish and green vegetables.

With his mind at ease, Jiang Chen was about to walk away when his gaze suddenly froze.

All I could see was a tear in the back of Qinggege's simple braided knit cardigan, and the location was... rather peculiar.

milky.

Double-breasted design.

It's quite effective at deterring wolves.

It's difficult to untangle with one hand.

Jiang Chen's expression shifted, and he opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Seeing that there was no movement behind her for a long time, Fang Qing turned around in confusion.

"what happened?"

The flashlight was hurriedly moved away.

Jiang Chen immediately turned around and walked decisively toward the door, not giving the other person a chance to study his expression.

"I'll go and turn on the switch."

(End of this chapter)