A life of success begins with being a landlord.

"What's there to regret? It's not like I'm asking you to marry Xue Meiying, it's just to keep you company while you study."

I smiled sideways and said, "Give me some face, Sister Mei. Xue Meiying is my friend. She treats me like a brother."

"Alright, since you call me Sister Mei, I have to give you face." Amei became smug and puffed out her chest.

That's pretty good stuff.

I dared not look around, afraid that my impure gaze would taint Amei's purity, and asked, "By the way, Sister Mei, have you stopped taking your medication?"

"It's been two days since I stopped. Please come back for treatment in a few more days." Amei touched the scar on her face.

"No problem." I nodded. "Then I'll be going now. Please look after Xue Meiying."

Amei nodded: "Let Xue Meiying come up, I want to talk to her."

I went downstairs and let Xue Meiying come upstairs.

Aunt Lan offered me tea and said with a smile, "Xiao Wang, you've helped us so much, I don't know how to thank you enough. Old Song said that once Amei's scar heals, he'll definitely thank you properly."

"It was nothing, no need to thank me."

I shook my head and smiled.

Aunt Lan and Director Song underestimated me. They kept mentioning that they would thank me properly once Amei's scars disappeared.

Are you afraid I won't do my best? Are you trying to lure me in?

Aunt Lan picked up her teacup and asked me again, "By the way, Xiao Wang, has that boy from the Zhan family gone back to school?"

"Awen? He should be going back to school in a couple of days."

I understood what Aunt Lan meant and said in a low voice, "Once Awen goes to university and goes to another city, and completely separates from Amei, the things that Aunt and Director Song are worried about will disappear."

"I hope so," Aunt Lan sighed.

I felt we had talked enough, so I got up to say goodbye.

Aunt Lan got up to see me out when her phone suddenly rang.

"What? Thirty thousand yuan for a fortune telling isn't enough?" Aunt Lan's face darkened, and she frowned, muttering, "Master Zhong Yun really has a big ego. Does he really think he's a living god?"

It's Master Zhongyun again!

I turned away, pretending to avoid it, but I felt conflicted inside.

Should we meddle and act as a matchmaker for Aunt Lan?

Just then, my phone rang; it was Daozaixiong.

Dao Zixiong asked me, "Brother, have you talked to Director Song about that piece of land on Peninsula Slope? The competition is fierce, and we're on a tight schedule."

I took a few steps back and spoke frankly: "Brother Xiong, I haven't found a chance to say it yet. Even if I did, it might not be of any use."

Do you think I, a poor nobody, have the right to interfere in such a huge business deal worth hundreds of millions?

A different voice suddenly came over the phone: "Mr. Wang, if you can help, we can give you another 300,000 yuan. By the way, this is Huo Yandong."

Huo Yandong? I recognized his voice; he's that Hong Kong government real estate developer.

"Mr. Huo, I'll give it a try." I hung up the phone.

Just then, Aunt Lan also hung up the phone, sighing.

I looked at Aunt Lan, but couldn't bring myself to speak.

It seems inappropriate to speak up at this time.

"Xiao Wang, is there something you want to say?"

Aunt Lan noticed this and asked me proactively, "No matter what it is, you can just tell us. We'll definitely help if we can."

I forced myself to speak: "Aunt Lan, it's Dao Zaixiong. He asked me to find an opportunity to ask Director Song about that piece of land on Peninsula Slope. He asked me to ask Director Song for help..."

"You mean this?" Aunt Lan's mouth dropped open.

"Aunt Lan, if this isn't appropriate, just pretend I didn't say anything."

I quickly explained, "This has nothing to do with me. I just promised Dao Zai Xiong that I would find an opportunity to ask him about it."

"There's nothing wrong with it," Aunt Lan shook her head and sighed.

"Old Song does have some issues with Dao Zixiong and the Zhan family. Also, it seems there's something missing in the procedures for that land. Old Song has been quite troubled these past few days, wavering over that land. I was even planning to contact Master Zhongyun to ask him to do a divination for our family... but he won't see us."

"Master Zhongyun?" My eyes lit up, as if I had thought of something.

"Yes, Xiao Wang, have you heard of this person? Could he... be a fraud like Master Wang?"

"He shouldn't be a fraud. I met Master Zhongyun a few days ago."

I carefully chose my words: "Perhaps I can contact him and accompany you to see Master Zhongyun."

"Could you take us to see Master Zhongyun?"

Aunt Lan was very excited and grabbed my hand passionately: "Xiao Wang, what's your relationship with Daoist Zhongyun?"

"It's just a brief acquaintance, no problem."

"Then...can you get in touch?" Aunt Lan asked, somewhat disappointed.

"Auntie, let me ask first, and I'll call you when I have news." I gently pulled my hand away.

Aunt Lan's hands are small, soft, delicate, and smooth, but it's not right for me to hold her hand.

"Okay, I'll wait for your call."

Aunt Lan nodded and said in a low voice, "Go ahead and contact them, money is not a problem."

I nodded and rode off on my bike.

Back at Building 27 in Sanlichuan, I called Ke Cailian.

She finally answered the phone after I called three times.

"Wang Yaozu, is that you?" Ke Cailian chuckled. "What, have you finished reading all the books my dad gave you?"

"I haven't read a single one."

That's when I remembered I still had the task of reading!

"Then why did you call me? I'm very busy," Ke Cailian asked.

"I have a friend who wants to visit your father, Master Zhong Yun, so... I was wondering if it could be arranged?"

What's your friend's last name?

"His surname is Song, and he's the bureau chief." I told the truth: "He said money isn't an issue; it's negotiable."

"Oh, it's him. Sigh."

Ke Cailian clearly knew Director Song, and after a pause, she said, "Wait, I'll call you back after I've found out."

I wanted to say thank you, but the other end of the phone had already hung up.

Looking at the time, it's time for lunch.

Life, oh life, all you do is eat and sleep, it's so boring.

Lei Zi, Lei Jiagang, arrived halfway through his fried rice with a young man with blond hair.

"Brother Zu, I'm back."

Lei Zi chuckled: "This is A Liang, a local. Xiong Ge told me and A Liang to usually follow Zu Ge."

The blond-haired guy nodded to me and offered me a cigarette: "Brother Zu, just call me Liangzai."

I nodded, about to exchange a few words, when I saw Kuai Dafa walking over from the west.

At the same time, Ding Zhili arrived on a motorcycle.

It's really a narrow road for enemies!

Ding Zhili hadn't noticed Kuai Dafa yet. He stopped the car, waved, and ran towards me, shouting, "Brother Zu, I'm back!"

I smirked and looked at Kuai Dafa.

Kuai Dafa also saw Ding Zhili, paused for a moment, then pounced on him: "Hey Ding, we're from the same hometown, we have no grudges against each other, you've stolen my business and ruined my livelihood, I'll fight you to the death!"

Ding Zhili was taken aback, then quickly hid behind me, shouting, "Brother Zu, how come that fatso is still in Dongguan? You promised me you'd get rid of him!"

That bastard is shifting the blame onto me!

Kuai Dafa rushed up to me, but ultimately dared not be presumptuous. He clasped his hands in a respectful bow and said, "Brother Zu, let's cooperate. Whatever that guy surnamed Ding paid you, I'll double!"