I suggest you investigate; this person doesn't seem to be a first-time reborn individual.

Three days later, Lin Ran was finally discharged from the hospital; he simply couldn't keep up the act any longer.

The reason was simple: a spider suddenly crawled onto his trouser leg.

The moment the furry arthropod touched his leg, Lin Ran felt a chill run down his spine.

He sprang up from his wheelchair with a "whoosh," nimbly retreating while kicking several times in mid-air to shake off the offending fellow.

The nurse, who was preparing to change the dressing, stood frozen in place, holding a tray, staring blankly at this medical miracle.

Damn, is it reasonable for an athlete who can jump two feet high to sit in a wheelchair every day?

The formalities were completed, and my belongings were packed.

Lin Ran changed out of his hospital gown and into his usual T-shirt and shorts, then sat down on the edge of the bed.

Lin Ran's luggage had already been moved to the car downstairs by Lin Feng and Wang Meiling.

Li Futing stood quietly beside the wheelchair, carrying a few pieces of luggage, waiting.

Sunlight shone on her, and she lowered her head slightly, looking at the tips of her shoes. She was enveloped in a quiet sense of loss, like a small, bewildered animal about to be left behind by its owner.

Lin Ran tied his shoelaces, looked up, and his gaze fell on her, pausing for a few seconds.

"Lanlan".

He suddenly spoke, his tone incredibly casual, "Your work as a caregiver isn't over even after you're discharged."

Li Futing suddenly looked up, a hint of confusion flashing in her amber eyes.

"Didn't you hear what the doctor said? My leg will need to rest for a while; I can't stand for long periods or walk far."

Lin Ran pointed to the wheelchair, "I still have to go out to run errands every day, and it won't do without someone watching over me."

He looked at her eyes, which lit up instantly, yet seemed to hold a hint of uncertainty, and continued:

"So, you'll continue working as a caregiver, and your salary will remain the same. How about that?"

"As for the work location... he'll come to my house every day and take me to various places in the city to run errands. How about it, are you free?"

Li Futing felt her heart skip a beat, a surge of joy and disbelief welling up inside her, and she hurriedly nodded.

"Yes...I'm available!"

Lin Ran stared at her face, which had blossomed in an instant, and was stunned by her beauty.

A smile played on his lips as he sat down in his wheelchair and gestured with his chin toward her.

"Let's go, Lanlan, I have things to do today."

From that day on, two more figures appeared in Beilu City, a small third-tier city.

A mentally ill person who likes to sit in a wheelchair, and a beautiful girl in a blue dress who likes to push the wheelchair.

Occasionally, a dark-skinned, thin boy would appear; that was Wang Zihao, whom Lin Ran had called to help Lanlan so she wouldn't get tired.

On July 27, a document titled "Beilu City's Plan for Accelerating the Infrastructure Construction of the Chengdong New Area (Draft)" was officially released.

Overnight, bright red banners and slogans covered the entire old town area in the east of the city.

"Sign early, move early, and benefit early; delaying will only bring you no advantages!"

"Sign up and move in faster, and start your wonderful life sooner!"

"Demolition may occur, but our hearts remain; resettlement is done with genuine care!"

Lin Feng sat in his office, looking at the news in the newspaper, his eyes fixed on keywords such as "Eastern New District", "Metro Line 2 Extension Plan", and "Core Business District", and remained silent for a long time.

Gao Fuyuan received the news almost immediately. He stared at the footage repeatedly playing on the TV news and made several phone calls to confirm it.

He slapped his thigh and excitedly paced around the office several times before finally managing to calm his excitement and dial Lin Ran's number.

As soon as the call connected, he couldn't wait to exclaim, "Bro! Did you see the news?! Demolition! The steel we stockpiled is about to take off!"

To everyone's surprise, the reply from the other end of the phone was Lin Ran's indifferent, even somewhat impatient, response: "Oh, is there anything else? If not, I'll hang up."

"Beep, beep, beep..."

Gao Fuyuan stared at the disconnected phone, completely bewildered, wondering what Lin Ran was up to. Shouldn't it be a happy ending, a time for everyone to celebrate?

Little did they know, Lin Ran was sitting in the driving school's test vehicle with a sullen face.

Damn it, it hung up again.

Hearing the "Test failed" message from the car's infotainment system, he felt a throbbing pain in his temples.

He just couldn't understand how he, with over a decade of driving experience, could fail his driving test (Part 2) twice in a row.

Who the hell can I complain to?

On the morning of July 28, the street set up a platform on an open space in the old city area of ​​the east and held the first demolition mobilization meeting. Lin Ran mingled in the crowd and listened quietly to the explanation of all the policies.

As I had hoped, I saw the sign for "New City Construction Command" next to the red brick building by the river.

In the afternoon, Lin Ran retrieved the property certificate from Gao Fuyuan and went to the demolition office first. Relying on his memory, he slightly increased the expected compensation price.

The process went smoothly, and the demolition office needed a typical case and a breakthrough.

Lin Ran, with his clear property rights, easy communication, reasonable pricing, and proactive approach to customer service, was a model customer, and we agreed to his terms on the spot.

They also expressed their hope that Lin Ran would set an example by speaking at the next mobilization meeting, but Lin Ran refused, citing his unwillingness to appear in public.

On July 29, the demolition office was incredibly efficient, and all the compensation was deposited into Lin Ran's designated account.

On the evening of July 30, Gao Fuyuan hosted a banquet at a local upscale restaurant. There were no outsiders present, only Gao Fuyuan, his son, and Lin Ran.

Amidst the clinking of glasses, Gao Fuyuan handed Lin Ran a bank card.

Lin Ran didn't stand on ceremony and immediately took out the prepared POS machine to check the balance.

1.5 million, which is more than 100,000 higher than the expected return.

He knew that the extra amount was made up by Gao Fuyuan, but since Gao Fuyuan earned more, he didn't point it out and accepted it on the spot, raising his glass to toast Gao Fuyuan.

The compensation received from the demolition was approximately 2.3. After paying off the bank loan, 105 million yuan remained.

All in all, Lin Ran's current net worth exceeds 250 million.

He was vaguely excited.

Nighttime, in Lin Ran's bedroom.

"Are you fucking crazy?"

Lin Feng toyed with the bank card Lin Ran handed him, looking at the somewhat drunk Lin Ran with a cold smile.

"If you knew about the demolition, couldn't you just tell me directly? Why did you have to act as a middleman and make a profit?"

Lin Ran had already confessed to him that he had made his first fortune through real estate speculation.

"Hey Lin Da, don't you know who you are?" Lin Ran returned a disdainful look. "Even if I told you about the demolition, would you go and buy it?"

Lin Feng was momentarily speechless.

The younger brother is right. Lin Feng is a cautious person by nature. He would never make such a high-leverage, high-risk investment unless he is absolutely certain of success.

He snorted coldly, ignoring Lin Ran's question, and changed the subject: "How much money is in here?"

20.

"I lent you money, you made a million, and you only give me 200,000?"

Lin Feng grabbed Lin Ran by the collar, "Lin Er, you're really being unfair..."

Ten minutes later, Lin Feng walked out of Lin Ran's bedroom with a smile on his face, having extorted 40 yuan from Lin Ran, which was double the 20 yuan he had invested in Lin Ran.

Throughout the entire process, he never asked Lin Ran where he got the news about the demolition.

Lin Ran also didn't tell him that he had mortgaged his house to stockpile a batch of steel and made another profit.

Neither of the brothers suggested telling Wang Meiling.