A life of success begins with being a landlord.

I stood up, wishing Lanxin would leave quickly.

If she doesn't leave, I'm thinking of leaving.

Aunt Lan frowned at her younger sister: "What are you busy with all day? What brings you into all this trouble?"

"Sister, do you think I'm like you, finding a good husband and not having to worry about anything?"

Lan Xin rolled her eyes, then suddenly changed the subject, looking at me: "I heard that Xiao Wang can also treat illnesses, right? Give me his phone number, I'll contact you if I need anything."

I obediently gave him my phone number.

Last time at the Qingshan Club, I gave Lanxin a fake phone number.

There's no escaping it this time. That vixen Lan Xin, who knows how she'll torment me in the future.

Lan Xin was shrewd enough to call me right in front of me. After verifying that my number was correct, she waved goodbye and said, "I'm leaving now. Have fun."

Amei was quite sensible; she saw her aunt off at the door.

Aunt Lan shook her head and smiled bitterly at me: "Amei's aunt is over thirty years old, but she's still always wandering around and causing us a lot of trouble."

I took the opportunity to probe: "Where does your aunt work?"

"I don't want to work a regular job. I want to be a boss and a female entrepreneur, but I can't achieve anything. I'm stuck in a limbo."

Aunt Lan sighed, "I'm still not married, and I'm over thirty. I still want to snag a rich husband."

So you weren't married?

I thought she was a young married woman, but... this kind of woman is no different from a young married woman, except she's missing a marriage certificate.

They are not even as good as respectable women.

Half an hour later, Director Song returned from get off work.

Aunt Lan told me to start eating, and I drank two glasses of beer with Director Song.

Director Song is a shrewd person. He smiled and asked me, "Is there something wrong? Just say it, Xiao Wang."

"It's alright, Director Song."

I smiled and, bringing up Sister Li's situation, tentatively asked, "Sister Li and I are both young and from out of town. We're completely overwhelmed by this situation and feel like we can't stay in Dongguan any longer. So we wanted to ask Director Song for advice on what we should do in the future..."

"Would you like to hear my opinion?" Director Song smiled and asked a few more questions.

I told you everything.

Director Song picked up his wine glass and pondered, "The relationship between you and Dao Zaixiong is ambiguous and unclear; it's time to put an end to it."

I nodded: "Director Song is right. Dao Zixiong wants me to work for him, but I'm not willing. My relationship with Dao Zixiong is indeed very delicate right now. If I'm too forceful, things will fall apart."

My relationship with Dao Zaixiong is now neither like that of a ruler and his subject, nor like that of friends.

On the surface, things seemed amicable, but in reality, he was wary of me, and I was wary of him.

"What do you and your older sister think? Do you want to keep control of that house?" Director Song asked me.

"Of course I want to, that's my older sister's livelihood." I was secretly delighted.

In fact, the house in Building 27 is not only Sister Li's means of livelihood, but also her pride.

If you lose your house, you lose face.

Director Song's question might still leave room for reconciliation.

"In that case, I'll give it a try. I'll talk to Dao Zixiong and ask him to stop interfering with that house. I think he'll give me face." Sure enough, Director Song agreed.

"Director Song, won't this put you in a difficult position?" I asked.

"No, the land on Peninsula Slope hasn't been officially approved yet; there are still procedures to go through," Director Song said with a faint smile.

"Thank you so much, Director Song and Aunt Lan, for your care." I raised my glass in thanks.

I had two more drinks, and then dinner was over.

Just as I was about to take my leave, Director Song brought over a small briefcase: "Xiao Wang, you saved Amei's life and treated her scars. I must thank you. Here's some pocket money, take it."

They've been saying thank you for a while now, and today they've finally shown their appreciation!

"Director Song, Aunt Lan, I can't accept this."

I took a step back, shook my head, and said, "If I take this money, I will never be able to come to your house again."

Aunt Lan asked with a smile, "Why can't you come?"

"I'm too ashamed to come."

I gave an awkward smile: "Director Song and Aunt Lan have taken such good care of me, helping me plan my life, just like my... parents. I can't accept this money."

After I take this money, Director Song and Aunt Lan will no longer owe me anything.

How am I supposed to get things done from them in the future?

"I know you won't take it, so there's really only pocket money in here." Director Song laughed and opened the safe.

Sure enough, there was only some loose change inside, about three or four hundred yuan.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Director Song and Aunt Lan were testing me, and I luckily passed.

"Yaozu, you can go back now. If you need anything in the future, just let me know." Director Song's way of addressing me had changed.

Don't call me Xiao Wang, call me Yaozu.

I nodded and took my leave.

Aunt Lan made an excuse to go for a walk and saw me out of the neighborhood.

Walking down the street, Aunt Lan asked in a low voice, "How's that boy from the Zhan family doing lately? Is he still in contact with Amei?"

"Auntie, I was just about to tell you."

I smiled and said, "Ah-Wen has published two poems in a magazine and is now determined to become a writer. He's very enthusiastic about it. So recently, he hasn't been in contact with Ah-Mei. Judging from this situation, in another two or three months, they will completely lose contact."

"That's good, it's all thanks to you."

Aunt Lan was quite satisfied. She looked around and said in a low voice, "In the next few days, someone will be looking for you and asking you to contact Lao Song. If you're unsure, you can call me when you have time."

I was dumbfounded, completely bewildered: "Aunt Lan, how did someone find me?"

"You silly child..." Aunt Lan smiled, "Just remember what I said."

"Oh, I understand." I think I get it.

It must have been Aunt Lan and Director Song who took care of me in some way.

Aunt Lan saw me out of the residential area and waved goodbye as she went for her walk.

I took a taxi back to Sanlichuan.

But Sister Li and Erxia went to Hongxing Village instead of 302.

I briefly reported the situation to Sister Li over the phone to reassure her.

Just after I finished making the phone call, Bobo and Aping showed up at my door.

I asked, "Bobo, is something wrong?"

"I've sold my hair salon."

Bobo sighed, "Sister Li arranged for us to stay in room 404 temporarily, which is the house that fatso Kuai Dafa used to live in. I'm bored at night and can't sleep, so I'm playing cards with you."

"You think you can fall asleep just because you're looking for me?" I rolled my eyes. "I need to take a shower and wash my hair. Ping came just in time, so she can wash my hair for me first."

The wound on my head hasn't healed, so I have to trouble someone to wash my hair every time.

Bobo grinned mischievously: "Why wash your hair?"

"What do you mean by washing your hair? You know perfectly well what you're asking."

I pulled A-Ping into the bathroom.

Bobo seized the opportunity, grabbed my phone, and slipped out: "Yaozu, you and Aping play for a while, I'm going to the rooftop to make a call."

I turned and left the bathroom: "Bobo, stop messing around. I'll get a call soon. There's a landline in the house, can't you call the landline?"

But Popovich had already left 302 and closed the door behind him.

Is this woman going to run away with my phone?

I receive a lot of phone calls now and can't live without my phone.

If someone calls and Bobo, that nagging woman, answers and starts spouting nonsense, I'll be in big trouble!

Ugh, Popovich is my nemesis!

"Brother Zu, let me wash your hair first," A-Ping tugged at me.

"Okay." I nodded and went into the bathroom.

Ah Ping, wearing a tank top, carefully and gently washed my hair, asking me in a low voice, "Brother Zu, have you made any progress on finding me a job?"

I hunched over, with nowhere to hold onto with my hands, so I put my hand on Ah Ping's slender waist: "Ah Ping, take a couple of days off, you'll get work, it's not a big deal."

"But... my family is still pressuring me to bring my younger sister along to work."

"You have a younger sister?"

I was a little surprised and looked up at A-Ping: "Is your sister...as pretty as you?"