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The sun was still very strong at around 2 p.m.

Li Yichen drove the U8 out of the underground parking garage of Henglong Plaza and onto the main road. He wasn't in a hurry to go back to the hotel.

My phone was placed in the wireless charging area on the center console, and before I could answer any calls, it started vibrating on its own.

Unknown number.

Connect it.

"Mr. Li, hello, I'm Zhang San from Jingheng Law Firm."

His voice was steady, his pronunciation was clear, and the pauses between each word were just right.

Li Yichen's thumb was on the steering wheel, while his right hand changed direction.

I expected this call. Jingheng's shares were just deposited into the accounts last night, and when the legal department checked the records this morning, the entire firm's lawyers must have been in an uproar—eighty percent of the shares had been transferred to an unfamiliar name in the blink of an eye.

"I know who you are."

"..." There was a nearly two-second pause on the other end of the phone. It was well-controlled, but not enough. "You...you've already learned about Jing Heng's situation?"

"No need to know." Li Yichen stepped on the brakes and waited for the red light. "You'll continue to operate as before. I won't interfere in Jing Heng's affairs."

"So... what does Mr. Li mean...?"

"You are Jingheng's top lawyer; there's no one more suitable than you in the firm." Li Yichen paused for a moment. "I hereby appoint you as Jingheng's CEO. From now on, all matters will be handled by you."

This silence was even longer.

It was only after the green light turned on and the traffic on the other side started to move that Zhang San managed to squeeze out a sentence from the phone.

"Mr. Li, I..."

He didn't finish his sentence. His voice was suppressed, stuck in his throat, unable to find an outlet for a long time.

With ten years of experience and a 2.3 billion yuan equity lawsuit under the age of 35, Zhang San's name was known throughout Shanghai's legal circles. But at this moment, all he could utter were seven simple words—

"I will definitely manage Jingheng well."

Li Yichen responded and hung up.

The phone lit up on the charging area for one second, then went out.

He drove onto the elevated highway, the buildings outside the window receding one by one. Just as he mentally processed Zhang San's situation, his phone vibrated again.

Zhou Lan.

"Mr. Li, I have completed my resignation procedures and I am currently at Lanting Yayuan."

Li Yichen stepped on the gas pedal.

Three hundred apartments. Every day they're not rented out, they're vacant. The money he spent on buying those apartments was the biggest he'd ever made, but he didn't buy them just for show—he bought them to collect rent, not just to hang around and look at.

"Okay, wait here for me, I'll be there in half an hour."

The sales office of Lanting Yayuan is located on the east side of the community.

When Li Yichen arrived, Zhou Lan was already standing at the door. She was wearing a shirt and trousers, her hair was neatly tied up, and she was holding a notebook in her hand—she had resigned from her job and, in less than two hours, she had already switched herself into work mode.

This person is easy to use.

The two entered the sales office together. The sales consultant recognized Li Yichen and quickly ran out of the office, running all the way to the storage room and bringing out a large silver plastic bucket.

The key is in the bucket.

The keys, labeled with house numbers, were neatly stacked in strings, but the quantity was truly astounding—a whole bucket containing the keys to over 300 apartments in three buildings, so heavy that it required both hands to lift it.

Li Yichen glanced inside.

I never dreamed in my past life that one day I would stand at the entrance of a sales office and receive a bucket of keys.

He used to deliver food on his electric scooter, and when he passed by upscale residential areas, he would dream that one day he could be a landlord, do nothing, just sit and wait to collect rent, and earn money every month—a life of effortless wealth.

At that time, he felt that it was probably not his turn in this lifetime.

Now, holding this bucket of keys in my hand, its weight is substantial, pressing down on my wrist.

It's fucking heavy.

Li Yichen handed the bucket to Zhou Lan, took out his phone, went through the relevant documents for the property transfer, confirmed that everything was correct, signed the documents, and then the two of them carried the bucket and keys into the community.

Building 7 is located on the west side of the residential area.

The building has 32 floors and 64 units in total, each unit being 200 square meters. The exterior facade is light beige, and the stairwells are tiled and clean. Zhou Lan took out the corresponding key and opened the door to the end unit on the first floor.

Two hundred square meters.

Upon entering, there is a spacious foyer. Six rooms are distributed on both sides, with one master bedroom facing south and the others facing different directions, all with good natural light.

Li Yichen walked around the room, then stopped by the window and looked outside.

Two hundred square meters is enough; it can accommodate many people.

He turned around.

"You'll be working here from now on. Once you hire someone, have them live here; it'll be convenient for them to work."

Zhou Lan nodded and was already flipping through her notebook, writing down the words "701-Office".

Do you have a car?

"Yes, a Beetle."

"Beetle." Li Yichen waved his hand.

"Drive your own car first, and I'll buy a shared one in a few days. Oh, and I'll transfer 500,000 to your card later to buy office supplies. You can get whatever you need yourself."

Zhou Lan paused, then looked up.

"it is good."

Just one word. No refusals, no formalities, just a straightforward acceptance. Li Yichen liked this—too many people like to say "no need, no need" or "why so much?" in these situations, but in the end, they still need it, wasting time.

He turned and took two steps toward the window, as if it had just come to mind.

"As promised, you can choose one apartment in Building 7 and bring your family to live here. You don't need to pay rent."

Zhou Lan stopped writing.

She lowered her head and didn't answer immediately. After nearly three seconds, she finally spoke.

"Thank you, Mr. Li."

His voice was lowered, and when those three words were squeezed out, the ending sound was broken.

Zhou Lan is someone who keeps her emotions very tightly under control. From the first day she started driving for a private car until now, several days after she started driving with him, I've hardly seen any obvious emotional fluctuations from her.

But she didn't hold onto that thank you tightly enough.

Li Yichen didn't pursue the topic and turned to walk towards the living room.

"Alright, you can handle the rest. If you have any problems, call me."

He gave a few more instructions—the rent collection accounts need to be kept in a ledger, there need to be standards for screening tenants, and a copy of the contract template should be obtained from the agency to use first—after saying that, he raised his wrist and glanced at it.

5:31.

The second hand of the Greenwich Mean Time ticks at a steady pace, resting on the dial, one tick at a time.

He took out his phone from his pocket, transferred 500,000 yuan to Zhou Lan, and when he saw the notification that the money had been deposited, he put the phone back in his pocket.

"Alright, you can get back to work."

After saying that, he walked towards the door.

Behind her, Zhou Lan stood in the empty living room, staring down at her notebook, writing down the things she had just been told.

Li Yichen closed the door.

The hallway was quiet, and footsteps echoed from the first floor to the underground parking lot, a vast and empty space.

The U8 remained parked in its original spot. Its dragon stone green paint gleamed coldly under the parking lot lights.

He opened the car door and got in. He had already pulled up Liu Xiaoyu's contact information on his phone and sent her a message.

"I'll be waiting for you at the back entrance of the mall at six o'clock."

It's a little past 5:30 now. If you drive from here and there's no traffic, it takes about 20 minutes to get there.

He tossed his phone onto the passenger seat, started the car, and drove straight towards MixC Mall.