Going home for Chinese New Year, I squeezed onto a bus with three energetic young women.

After Bai Jian finished yelling, half of his energy and spirit were drained away.

But the next second, he seemed to be injected with adrenaline, his eyes darting around rapidly.

Jealousy is one thing, but that stuff can't be eaten.

Bai Jian stared at Bai Li's retreating figure and that Panamera, his mind racing with calculations.

Genting Tiangong-1...

How big is that house? 860 square meters!

If this were to be renovated, what a massive undertaking it would be!

Although Bai Jian was a mediocre contractor, he could still keep accounts.

Even if Bai Li wasn't satisfied with the original decoration of a villa of this caliber, and wanted to add a few rooms to a smaller area, it would still cost several hundred thousand.

If only I could take on this job...

Bai Jian swallowed hard, the jealousy on his face vanishing instantly, replaced by greed and fanaticism.

As the saying goes: strangers earn half the money, while acquaintances and relatives get the whole prize.

Although my cousin seems to be doing well now, driving luxury cars and buying houses, he is still just a young man in his early twenties.

How much social experience can one have?

What do you know about the interior design industry?

With a little manipulation, using inferior materials, and tampering with the price list...

For example, if you have a budget of 300,000, it's not unreasonable to earn 290,000 even if it's a painful experience.

After all, he's my cousin, so it's only natural for him to help his younger cousin spend money.

Thinking of this, Bai Jian's grief and indignation vanished.

He changed his expression without batting an eye, forcing out a smile that was even more obsequious than before.

"Hey! Xiao Li! Cousin! Wait for me!"

Bai Jian rushed forward in three quick steps and blocked Bai Li's path once again.

Bai Li stopped, looking at this stubborn leech with some impatience:

"What's wrong now? Planning to borrow a rope?"

"Look at you, this child has always loved to joke around since he was little."

Bai Jian didn't care about Bai Li's sarcasm at all. Instead, he warmly tried to put his arm around Bai Li's shoulder. When Bai Li dodged him, he wasn't embarrassed and clapped his hands in response.

"Brother, I was... I was just happy for you! I was so happy I almost lost my composure!"

"Now that you've bought the house, you have to renovate it, right?"

Bai Jian lowered his voice, appearing completely open and honest:

"Xiao Li, the renovation industry is a murky business, full of bastards who specialize in ripping off young people like you who don't know anything about it."

"Take my advice, leave this job to me. We're family, blood is thicker than water, would I cheat you? I'll use the best materials and pay you cost price, how about it?"

Bai Li looked at Bai Jian's face, which was filled with the expression "I'm about to kill you," and knew exactly what was going on.

If you hand the job over to this idiot, he'll definitely cause you a huge mess.

Before Bai could refuse, the glass door of the luxury furniture store behind him was pushed open.

"Take care, Mr. Li! Please come again soon!"

Amidst the bows of a group of sales assistants, Mr. Li, with his beer belly, walked out with his hands behind his back.

It seemed the talks went well; Mr. Li had a satisfied look on his face and was humming an unknown tune.

As soon as he stepped outside, Mr. Li saw Bai Jian, who was still there.

If it were ten minutes ago, Bai Jian would have already rushed over and wagged his tail like a lapdog.

But it's different now.

Bai Jian has a new target: an even bigger fat sheep.

Mr. Li glanced at Bai Jian, but didn't think much of it. He coughed twice as usual, cleared his throat, but his eyes kept glancing at the spot in Bai Jian's pocket:

"Cough cough... It's so dry today, my throat's itchy. That cigarette I just smoked was too strong, the Zhonghua brand is much smoother."

Even a fool could understand the implication in those words.

In the past, in order to curry favor with him, Bai Jian would offer a cigarette and light it as soon as President Li coughed.

But this time, Bai Jian stood still, completely motionless.

He even straightened his back and breathed through his nostrils.

"Mr. Li, since your throat is sore, why don't you smoke less and go to the pharmacy to buy some Pangdahai (a type of herbal medicine) to drink?"

Bai Jian replied with a forced smile, then turned to look at Bai Li, his voice instantly softening:

"Cousin, where were we? Oh right, about interior design..."

Mr. Li was stunned.

He never expected that this usually timid and subservient sycophant would actually dare to bare his teeth today.

"Bai Jian, have you lost your mind?" President Li frowned, his face darkening. "Who do you think you are?"

"Mr. Li, even if the deal falls through, we can still be on good terms. Don't put on airs."

Bai Jian felt more confident now, after all, he had a cousin who lived in the Heavenly Palace on the Clouds behind him, and he was a master at playing the "fox borrowing tiger's power" trick:

"As you can see, I have big clients. My cousin's house is over 800 square meters, and my construction team has to prioritize our own people. As for your small two-story job, you can hire someone else."

These words were spoken with considerable force.

It was as if he had already become the CEO Bai who had received a multi-million dollar order.

Mr. Li was so choked up that he couldn't speak for a long time, and his face turned as red as a pig's liver.

He glanced at Bai Li, who, though silent, exuded an extraordinary aura, and then at the luxury car, and roughly understood what was going on.

She's climbed up the social ladder and doesn't want to serve me anymore.

"Okay... okay, Bai Jian."

Enraged, Mr. Li sneered repeatedly, "You've grown bold, haven't you? Fine, I won't smoke this cigarette!"

After speaking, President Li turned his head and looked at Bai Li, who had been watching the show from the sidelines.

His anger at being offended made him decide to give Bai Jian a piece of his mind.

"Young man, is this your cousin?" Boss Li pointed at Bai Jian, his tone full of schadenfreude: "Take my advice, this guy's construction team is a shoddy operation."

"When I renovated my friend's house last time, I was already being considerate by mixing sand into the cement; he mixed soil into the sand! The tiles started falling off less than a week after they were laid, almost killing someone."

"And the plumbing and electrical wiring is a complete mess, like a spider's web! That's not renovation, it's like planting time bombs!"

"If you actually let him do the work for you, you're basically doomed."

After finishing speaking, Mr. Li ignored Bai Jian's expression, snorted coldly, and left.

"You...you surnamed Li, you're talking nonsense!!"

Bai Jian was furious and jumped up and down cursing, wanting to rush up and argue, but he was wary of President Li's connections and didn't dare to move an inch.

Turning his head, Bai Jian saw Bai Li's ambiguous smile and broke out in a cold sweat.

"Hey... Xiao Li, don't listen to that fatso's nonsense!"

Bai Jian wiped the sweat from his forehead and explained dryly:

"He's...he's jealous! Jealous that we brothers are united! That's just a smear campaign by our business competitors!"

Bai Li didn't want to listen and turned to leave.

"No! Xiao Li! Let's go sit in my shop for a bit longer!" Bai Jian exclaimed anxiously, reaching out to pull her back. "I'll show you the blueprints! My team is a professional team!"

Just then, the rhythmic sound of high heels clicking on the ground came from behind.

"Da, da, da."

The sound was crisp and clear, like stepping on someone's heart.

Everyone turned around.

Then, a woman walked out of the shop.

She was wearing a black business suit, and the buttons on her white shirt were undone so tightly that they seemed ready to burst at any moment.

She wore a bodycon pencil skirt that reached just above her knees, revealing a pair of beautiful legs covered in extremely thin black stockings.

She wore a pair of red-soled, black-uppered pointed high heels, her arches forming a beautiful curve.

Behind a pair of thin, silver-rimmed glasses were long, narrow, and alluring eyes, with a beauty mark at the corner of her eye.

Having worked for many years, she could tell at a glance that Bai Li needed renovations. How could that old fox let others steal business from his shop?

So she thought of a way to avoid hurting their relationship and said:

"Sir, are you here to look at furniture? Mr. Bai, your company is a construction team; I don't think you sell sofas, do you?"

"Bai Jian." Bai Li turned to look at Bai Jian, who was still in a daze. "You heard it too, I came to buy furniture."

"But..." Bai Jian wanted to say something more.

"Alright, alright," Bai Li interrupted him. "If you're thinking about renovations, I'll come over to your place to take a look."

After saying that, Bai Li nodded to the woman in black stockings: "Let's go, let's go inside."

"It would be my pleasure." The woman turned to the side and gestured for them to proceed, her long, black-stockinged legs crossing, exuding charm.

Bai Jian was left standing alone in the wind, bewildered.

But he did not leave.

On the contrary, the humble and ingratiating smile on Bai Jian's face reappeared, even more intense than before.

Since the hard approach doesn't work, let's try the soft approach.

Since we can't reach an agreement now, let's fight to the death.

Anyway, this cousin isn't going to get away. As long as I stay here, I don't believe I can't crack this tough nut!

"Okay, cousin!"

Bai Jian shouted loudly at Bai Li's retreating figure:

"Then you go ahead and do your work! Take your time choosing, pick the best! Don't worry about saving money for your cousin... oh wait, don't worry about money!"

"Your cousin will be waiting for you right here! I'm not going anywhere else!"

As he spoke, Bai Jian actually stood next to Panamera.

He pulled out a handkerchief from somewhere and started wiping himself.

While wiping, he waved in the direction of the store.

She perfectly embodies the image of a virtuous wife who sees her husband off to work and waits patiently at home for his return.

Bai Li, who saw this scene through the reflection in the glass, stumbled and almost fell.

"vomit……"

Lin Xiaoshuang, who was standing next to her, couldn't hold it in any longer and gagged.

"Brother, is your cousin... seriously mentally ill?"

"Don't insult the disease." Bai Li said with a dark face, "He's simply... shameless."