A life of success begins with being a landlord.

I took the account book and the rental contract, and led Chunyan to room 505.

Before leaving, I also found a long-handled flathead screwdriver and tucked it into my waistband. If the trick my second uncle taught me didn't work, then I'd have no choice but to draw my sword...

On the fourth-floor corner platform, I instructed Chunyan, "Wait for me here. Remember the time: fifteen minutes."

Chunyan became a little nervous and asked in a low voice, "Brother Wang, you're not... in trouble, are you?"

"It's okay, just wait for me."

I gritted my teeth, walked to the door of 505, and raised my hand to knock.

Soon, the blond-haired man opened the door and, without saying a word, let me in.

Tonight, only the blond guy, the long-haired third brother, and the woman with the perm were there. The other burly man was nowhere to be seen.

On the small table in the living room, there were two gleaming watermelon knives.

"Bro, are you really in such a hurry for money?"

The long-haired third brother, shirtless, pointed at the watermelon knife on the table: "Come out with us and pull off a big heist. If we're lucky, we can make three thousand, let alone fifteen thousand."

The blond-haired guy grinned and said, "Hey bro, wanna come along?"

The woman sat to one side, legs crossed, flipping through a magazine, occasionally glancing at me sideways.

I turned around to look around, checked the surroundings, and asked, "Where's your brother? The burly one?"

"You mean the tiger? He went out and attacked people."

The blond-haired man pulled out a watermelon knife and pointed it at the woman with the perm: "This is Tiger's girlfriend. How about I let her sleep with you, and you waive the rent for the next three months, okay?"

The third brother laughed heartily.

"Your mom is the one who sleeps with you."

The woman with the permed hair looked up and immediately started cursing.

I don't know if they were cursing me or Huang Mao.

Well, it seems things won't end well tonight; we'll have to resort to some measures.

I gently patted the blond guy on the shoulder: "Brother, sit down, let's talk this out."

Huang Mao was stunned for a moment, his lips twitched, and he plopped down on the sofa.

I turned around and patted the long-haired third brother on the shoulder again: "You sit down too, brother."

"Hey, you... Ouch!"

The third brother tried to dodge, but failed. He took a step back and fell flat on his backside on the floor!

"What happened?"

The woman with the perm was startled, dropped the book, and stood up.

I silently stepped back, looking at the blond-haired guy and the long-haired third brother without saying a word.

The muscle-relaxing powder my second uncle prescribed for me was indeed potent!

"Third brother, third brother!"

The woman with the permed hair came over and helped the third child.

But the third brother was like a spineless man; no matter how much the woman with the perm tried to pull him up, he couldn't stand up and could only sit on the ground.

Huang Mao slumped on the sofa, twisting and turning, covered in sweat, but unable to get up.

"Erxia, Erxia..."

The blond-haired man gasped, "My body went limp, I can't move... I can't breathe, it's this kid... who did this!"

Erxia was shocked, grabbed a watermelon knife, and looked at me in horror.

"Put the knife down."

I pulled a long-handled screwdriver from my waist and said coldly, "I dared to come in, so I'm not afraid of your watermelon knives. I'm here to collect rent, not to fight you to the death. Renting a house and paying rent is a matter of course."

Erxia hesitated for a moment, then put down the watermelon knife.

The long-haired third brother gasped for breath, waving his hand, "Quick, quick, give him the money... I'm going to die, I'm going to die..."

"Give me the money, pay the rent now, you slut!"

Huang Mao looked pained and cursed Er Xia.

"Okay, okay, I'll take the money!"

Erxia then woke up with a start, ran to the bedroom, and came out again with a wad of cash: "Brother, let's talk this over, we'll pay the rent..."

These bastards clearly have money, but they just don't want to give it. They won't shed a tear until they see the coffin!

I nodded, stepped forward, and with a flick of my sleeve, gently brushed across the mouths and noses of the blond-haired and long-haired third brothers.

Erxia had already counted out 1,500 yuan and handed it to me tremblingly.

I collected the money, counted it, and instructed Erxia, "Go get some cold water and wash their faces. It's alright, they won't die."

After saying that, I turned and walked towards the front door.

"Damn it..." came the yellow-haired guy's curse from behind.

I stopped, turned around, and looked at the blond-haired guy: "Bro, who are you cursing?"

"No, no, no... Big brother, don't misunderstand, I wasn't insulting you."

Huang Mao still couldn't get up, and hurriedly shook his head and argued, "I cursed Erxia, told her to hurry up... and wash my face."

I glared at the blond-haired guy: "You rented our house, so you'd better pay the rent properly. If there's a next time, Sister Li said she'll have Daozixiong take you to Zhangshutou. Daozixiong shouldn't be afraid of your watermelon knife."

Now I'm the butcher, and he's the fish on the chopping block. No matter how much I brag, he has to listen. Just like last night, when they were bragging in front of me.

And I also know that Daozaixiong can indeed keep these bastards in check.

The blond-haired man grinned obsequiously, "Brother Xiong, I know, I know... I won't do it again, brother."

Erxia took a dripping wet towel and wiped the face of the long-haired third brother, nodding and begging for forgiveness: "Big brother, we were wrong. We promise not to owe rent again, we promise."

"It's a deal. If you need anything in the future, come to me, not my cousin Hu Xiaoli."

I turned around, opened the door, and left.

"Brother Wang!"

Chunyan stood outside the door, sweating profusely. Seeing me, she visibly relaxed: "You scared me to death! I was eavesdropping outside, afraid you'd fight. Are you alright?"

"Thank you, Chunyan. It's alright now."

I breathed a sigh of relief and patted Chunyan on the shoulder: "I'll treat you to dinner tomorrow."

"No need, Sister-in-law Pang didn't ask me for dinner money tonight, so it's like you're treating..."

Chunyan smiled, then suddenly her body went limp and she fell into my arms.

Holy crap, I forgot I had something in my hand, and I turned Chunyan into a limp nut too!

"Spring Swallow!"

I hurriedly hugged Chunyan: "Don't be afraid, it's alright, it's alright..."

"Brother Wang... why did my legs suddenly go weak and I have no strength left?"

Chunyan was so nervous that tears welled up in her eyes.

"It's alright, it's alright!"

I quickly covered Chunyan's nose with my left sleeve: "Take a deep breath, you'll be fine soon. I'll take you back and wash your face."

Chunyan nodded and took a deep breath.

I thought about it for a moment, gritted my teeth, carried Chunyan on my back, and hurried downstairs.

Chunyan lay on my back, soft and squishy, ​​her breathing rapid.

I didn't see anyone in the hallway.

But once you step out of the building, there are people on the street below, quite a few people, coming and going.

With Chunyan on my back, my face was burning, afraid of being mistaken for a flower thief or a criminal who abducted a woman. I kept my head down and just kept running.

If I happen to encounter a chivalrous hero who intervenes and stabs me, I'll have nowhere to complain.

Strangely, no one seemed to care about me.

Or rather, passersby were indifferent, used to it, and turned a blind eye.

Let alone carrying a living person, even if I were carrying a dead person, I doubt anyone would care.

I ran back to 302 in one breath, threw Chunyan on the sofa, and only then did I have time to catch my breath.

Thankfully, Sister Li didn't come back.

"Chunyan, how are you now?"

"I... feel unwell all over... my heart is racing..." Chunyan was covered in sweat.