A life of success begins with being a landlord.

Some women are just not to be trifled with.

If you encounter this, it's not easy to handle.

I'm a soft-hearted person and don't know how to refuse women.

Ah Xiang has found unprecedented satisfaction with me and is determined to follow me. What should I do?

"Brother Zu, you don't need to be in a difficult position. I can secretly follow you without disturbing your life."

Ah Xiang looked at me pitifully: "Just give me a small house, and I'll stay there. If I run out of money, I can find a job."

"You don't need to work. Although I don't have Dao Zixiong's big villa, I can support you without any problem." I made up my mind: "I'll find you a place to stay in Hongxing Village first, and we'll talk about the future later."

"Thank you, Brother Zu." Ah Xiang cheered and kissed me.

We cuddled together for a while longer before finally getting up.

My chairperson and vice president, Sister Li, is in the courtyard, jumping rope with her secretary, Erxia, to exercise.

Both were wearing tank tops and short sleeves, showing off their great figures, their breasts surging with the rhythm of their jumps.

I admired it while brushing my teeth.

Erxia glared at me, then turned around and started jumping rope.

But turning around doesn't work either; her peach-shaped buttocks sway rhythmically with the jumps, making them look better and better the more you look at them.

Sister Li was sweating profusely from jumping around, but finally stopped and came over: "Brother, Li Hanwen called. He's coming over the day after tomorrow to sign the contract and give us the house."

I rinsed my mouth and smiled, "Congratulations, Chairman, your net worth has increased by another ten million!"

Director Song told me that houses in Dongguan are appreciating in value and have a lot of room for further growth.

It's a certainty that the 48 apartments in Building 27 will be worth 10 million in the future.

"It's all thanks to you, little brother." Sister Li patted my bottom: "You need to make time to get this done the day after tomorrow."

"I understand!" I nodded.

"I'm going back to take a shower then." Sister Li turned around, then suddenly turned back: "Taking a shower here is too inconvenient. Could you renovate the bathroom? Maybe install a solar panel or something?"

"Bear with it, Sister Li. Once we take over the Guofeng Woodcarving Factory, we can enjoy life properly."

I rolled my eyes: "Back then, we'd give you a 30-square-meter bathroom with a big bathtub, so you could take a bath and I'd scrub you; and a 300-square-meter swimming pool so you could soak in it every day."

Sister Li pointed at me: "You said it! The 300-square-meter swimming pool and the 30-square-meter shower room are all counting on you!"

Just as I was getting into bragging, my phone rang. It was a call from my hometown.

I remember the phone number of the public telephone on the street in my hometown.

I quickly answered the phone.

His father's voice came through: "Yaozu, how have you been doing out there lately?"

"I'm fine, Dad." I frowned. "Why are you calling so early in the morning? Is something wrong at home?"

"What do you mean, 'early morning'? I got up at five, carried several loads of manure to water the cotton, ate breakfast, and then came to the market. 'Early morning'? That's not early morning,' the old man sighed. "Nothing much at home, just asking how you are..."

"Dad, don't work too hard. My salary is very high now, 1,500 a month. I don't have to spend money on food, drink, or lodging. Sometimes... I even embezzle a little bit of the water and electricity bills."

I made up a story to fool my dad: "Tell me if you need money, and I'll send you some."

I now send 1,200 yuan home every month.

If I send too much money, my dad will suspect that I'm involved in some kind of criminal activity.

I added, "I'm currently partnering with a friend to run a small business that involves recycling wastewater and waste film from printing factories. We'll earn a few thousand dollars every month, and I'll send it all to you."

"It's good that you can make money, but don't mess around outside. It's dangerous out there, so be careful."

"Don't worry, Dad, it's very safe here, not chaotic at all."

I lied through my teeth: "The people here are very polite, and they chat and laugh when they meet. When the locals see us outsiders, they all call us 'handsome guy.' You know what 'handsome guy' means, right?"

Actually, I'm not entirely lying.

If you walk through the streets and alleys here, many beautiful women will greet you warmly: "Handsome, come in and have a seat..."

They never look down on you because you're from out of town or because you're a migrant worker.

Their service was warm and professional, and they treated people with sincerity and without reservation, giving those adrift in a foreign land a great deal of warmth.

Upon hearing this, my dad laughed: "Is it really that good? What you've said makes me want to work for you..."

"No, no, no!"

I was startled: "Dad, you should just stay in your hometown and keep carrying manure. If you need money, just tell me."

My dad wants to come and work for me? Isn't that ridiculous?

What if I get led astray? How am I going to explain this to my mom?

These honest, simple farmers can easily lose themselves once they enter the dazzling world!

Sister Li was eavesdropping on my phone call, trying to suppress her laughter, her pretty face turning bright red.

In her wicked mind, the following scene must have appeared: My dad, all rustic and unsophisticated, standing in front of a hair salon, haggling with the shampoo girl: "Fifty is too expensive, isn't it? The one next door is only thirty... Can you give me a discount? I'll patronize your business more often in the future..."

I glared at Sister Li, interrupting the wicked images in her mind.

On the other end of the phone, my dad suddenly sighed: "Oh, by the way, something minor happened at home last night..."

I asked in surprise, "What is it?"

The old man was silent for a moment: "It wasn't anything serious, just that the haystack in the house... suddenly caught fire. It was around 3 a.m., and the whole village rushed to put it out, but they still couldn't save it."

"Ah, the haystack is on fire?" I immediately thought of Liang Laosi!

In my hometown, every household has two haystacks.

One is cooking grass, which is usually wheat, rapeseed and corn stalks, as well as some weeds and wild grass;

The other is cattle feed, which is rice straw. Every farming family raises cattle, and the old cattle need to eat grass every day. Twenty acres of rice straw, plus the usual cattle grazing, are needed to ensure a cow's feed for a year.

In the past two years, hand-held tractors have begun to appear in rural areas, and many families have sold their oxen, so they no longer need fodder for them.

Moreover, gas cylinders and gas stoves have become popular, and there are also a large number of biogas digesters that can produce biogas for cooking, so less straw is needed for cooking.

For rural families today, a fire in a haystack does not result in a significant loss.

But it's really disgusting!

Rural people have a strong sense of fire prevention because everyone's houses and haystacks are close together, making it easy for a fire to spread rapidly. If one house catches fire, the entire village is destroyed.

At this time of year, when it's neither a holiday nor a festival, and no one sets off firecrackers, why did my haystack catch fire in the middle of the night?

If it wasn't done by the Liang brothers, then it's really weird!

On the phone, Dad sighed, "This is really strange. How could a haystack catch fire in the middle of the night?"

I feigned innocence and turned the tables, pinning the blame on my father: "Dad, did you offend someone at home? And then, they came after you?"

Sigh, I really am a very filial son!

"You're talking nonsense!"

My father, unwilling to take the blame, scolded me, "I've done good deeds my whole life and never offended anyone. Even if I did, what grudge could you possibly have that would allow you to set my house on fire?"