A life of success begins with being a landlord.

Bobo finally got scared and stared at me blankly.

I let go and turned to leave.

"Yaozu..."

Suddenly, Bobo rushed over and hugged my lower back tightly, sobbing uncontrollably, "Yaozu, I know you're a good person, I know you're doing this for my own good. Don't go, stay with me."

I stopped in my tracks, without turning around: "Accompany you? What could I possibly do with you?"

"Can you talk to me for a bit, sit down for a while?" Bobo's voice was pleading.

I turned around, but I was stunned.

Because Bobo's clothes fell to the ground again.

I picked up the clothes and helped Bobo put them on, then sighed, "Was that Zhao Gang your boyfriend?"

"We broke up." Bobo pulled me to sit down on the edge of the bed, handed me a cigarette, and lit one for himself.

"But even after we broke up, he still asked me for money. I worked so hard to earn some money, and I gave it all to him. Now I'm in debt."

"Working so hard to earn money?" I suddenly smiled. "Is what you do very hard?"

"I don't do that. Don't assume I'm like those girls outside."

Bobo shook his head, took a deep drag of his cigarette, and said, "Business is tough. After deducting rent and expenses, I don't make much. And Zhao Gang is like a vampire, sucking my blood..."

I shrugged. "I don't understand this business, and I can't help you. Bobo's gone, you... whatever."

A person who willingly degenerates should be left to their own devices.

If you try to persuade her to work in a factory tightening screws, she'll probably spit in your face.

"Yaozu, don't go!"

Bobo hugged me again: "Thank you for helping me today. Let me sleep with you. I really mean it, and I like you too. Don't worry, I'm not sick. If you're worried, you can..."

"Alright, Bobo, let's talk about it another time."

I pulled away and left resolutely.

Actually, I'm not worried that Bobo has a disease. If he does, I can use protection.

I look down on Bobo; I think she's filthy.

It was 12:30 in the afternoon.

Nan Batian arranged to meet me at 2 PM, so he should be sending someone to pick me up soon.

But I intend to go uninvited!

Back in 302, I changed my clothes, tucked five screwdrivers into my waistband and covered them with my shirt collar, and also carried three metal lighters with me.

Once everything was ready, I called Fugui Mao to take me to the Blue Sky Ice Rink on Heng Street.

Fu Gui Mao was taken aback and asked in a low voice, "Brother Zu, what are you doing going to Heng Street? It's even more chaotic there than Sanlichuan."

"Don't worry, Hengjie Sangkun is my underling. If I go, I'll be his boss!"

I got on Fugui Mao's motorcycle: "Let's go."

Fu Gui Mao had no choice but to send me to Hengjie.

Sanlichuan is considered part of the urban-rural fringe area in the eastern suburbs, while Hengjie is considered part of the southern suburbs. The two places are only about seven or eight miles apart.

The so-called Hengjie actually has many main streets and avenues, and its economic development is obviously better than that of Sanlichuan.

I turned off my phone and let Fugui Mao take me for a walk.

Fugui Mao led me around, explaining the sights and places to visit, telling me about the best spots, the reasonably priced beauties, and their excellent skills.

After circling around, I got out of the car in front of the Blue Sky Ice Rink and told Fugui Mao to go back first.

Today is Sunday, and the ice rink is doing good business. Groups of young people are buying tickets and entering the rink one after another.

I walked to the entrance, but was stopped by the young man with blond hair who was checking tickets.

"Hey bro, let me see your ticket."

"No tickets." I exhaled a puff of smoke. "Nan Batian invited me."

"You idiot, don't you take a good look at yourself in the mirror?" The blond-haired guy glanced at me sideways. "Who gave you the guts to call our Brother Nan by his nickname?"

"You traitor! Nan Batian invited me here, but you've delayed my important business. Be careful, or Nan Batian will kill you."

I suddenly stepped to the side and bumped into the blond guy with my shoulder.

Ta-da...

The blond-haired thug stumbled back several steps, his face changing drastically. He lunged at me, throwing a punch and yelling, "Come out, everyone! Someone's causing trouble!"

boom!

I stepped aside slightly, dodged to the side, and then delivered an elbow strike to the blond-haired man's chest.

The blond-haired man let out a howl, his face turning deathly pale.

I reached out and twisted the blond-haired man's arm: "Take me to see Nan Batian."

As they were talking, three more thugs rushed into the skating rink, shouting, "Who's causing trouble?"

The blond guy I was controlling yelled, "Brothers, kill this bastard! He...he..."

"Listen carefully, it was Nan Batian who invited me!"

I shoved the blond-haired guy forward, glared at him, and shouted, "Tell Nan Batian that Wang Yaozu of Sanlichuan is coming to the skating rink for tea."

The henchmen were stunned and looked me up and down.

"Don't believe me? Call Nan Batian and ask him." I sneered.

One of the henchmen stepped forward and nodded to me: "You're Wang Yaozu from Sanlichuan? Please come upstairs with me. Brother Nan has already spoken to you and will be there soon."

"You dare call me Wang Yaozu? Call me Brother Zu!" I glared at the henchman. "Aren't you going to lead the way?"

Since I'm going to die anyway, I'll put on one last act before I die.

If you don't show off, are you going to act like a grandson?

But is playing dumb enough? You'll still die.

"Okay, Brother Zu, this way please." The henchman suppressed his anger, bent down, and gestured for me to go upstairs.

I laughed and patted the henchman on the shoulder: "You have a good eye. I'll talk to Nan Batian later and ask him to promote you."

"Then thank you very much, Brother Zu." The henchman gave a forced smile.

Four or five henchmen, surrounding me, led me upstairs.

I went up to the second floor, and then to the third floor.

When I got to the third floor, I found that it was a small gym, about 200 square meters, with a large training area in the middle and fitness equipment around it.

In the northwest corner, there is also an octagonal boxing ring.

Under the windowsill in the southeast corner, there is a tea table and a few chairs.

"Brother Zu, please come over here for tea. Brother Nan will be here soon." The henchman from earlier invited me to sit down.

I sat down with an air of nonchalance, picked up a cigarette from the table, and lit one for myself: "Brew me a pot of the finest Biluochun tea."

The henchman chuckled and instructed his underlings to make tea.

The two henchmen went to boil water, gritting their teeth and muttering, "Let this bastard be smug for now. When Brother Nan arrives, we'll see how he dies!"

I heard it, but it doesn't matter.

How you die is death anyway, so what's there to be afraid of?

After finishing his cup of tea, Nan Batian still hadn't arrived.

I got up and strolled around, deliberately asking questions: "Was this octagonal boxing ring set up by Nan Batian?"

The henchman nodded: "Yes, Brother Nan often practices boxing here."

"His punches aren't that great," I shook my head, then asked the henchman, "What's your name, and how long have you been with Nan Batian?"

"My name is Achao. I've been following Brother Nan for over a year. Brother Zu, please take good care of me in the future."

"No problem." I nodded with an air of maturity. "If I survive today, I'll definitely look after you in the future."

As they were talking, footsteps sounded, and Nan Batian, leading five or six of his underlings, walked up in high spirits.

"Brother Nan!"

The guys at the gym nodded and greeted each other.

I smiled at Nan Batian and shrugged.

"Brother Zu!"

Nan Batian laughed heartily and strode towards me: "I couldn't get through to you on the phone, I thought you'd gone... to pick up girls. I didn't expect Brother Zu to arrive first. Please forgive my lateness!"