A life of success begins with being a landlord.

Liu Haomei got into the car, hugged my waist, and whispered, "Brother Wang, you suspect the motorcycle owner is... addicted to that stuff?"

"What are you sucking up? He's just like Kuai Dafu, a wastewater collector!"

I started the motorcycle and rode slowly: "There's a faint smell of wastewater on this motorcycle and the lock; I can smell it."

It wasn't just the smell of the wastewater, but also the young man's accent, which was the same as Kuai Dafa's.

People from Jiangsu and Zhejiang have a slight accent when they speak the soft Wu dialect!

"What wastewater?"

"Wastewater from the printing plant," I said, then suddenly remembered something else.

What a coincidence, a printing factory?

Liu Haomei stopped asking questions, hugged my waist, and swayed slightly: "Brother Wang, it costs 150 yuan to get a residence permit, and I owe you 150 yuan. What should I do?"

"They don't want money, didn't you see?"

"But this is for your sake, so I still owe you money."

"Then treat me to a meal when you become rich."

We chatted all the way back to Building 27.

The young man who lent me my motorcycle is gone.

I told Liu Haomei to take her documents and go home first, while I sat in Fatty's shop and dialed the young man's number. He had given me his number yesterday, and I had called him once.

The phone is on.

I said, "Brother, I've brought your motorcycle back. Come and get it."

The young man replied, "It's alright, Boss Wang. If you like motorcycles, you can play with them for a couple of days first. I'm not in a hurry."

"But I'm in a hurry. I need to talk to you about something. I'll wait for you in front of Fatty's Fried Noodles shop. Hurry up."

After saying that, I hung up the phone and waited for the young man.

My fellow villager, Gao Jianfeng, a master of grappling, walked over and chuckled, "Hey fellow villager, what a coincidence!"

"What's so special about it?" I rolled my eyes at him.

"We live on the same street, in the same building, in the same stairwell. You live upstairs from me, and I live downstairs from you. Isn't it normal to run into each other? What's so coincidental about it?"

I've discovered that Gao Jianfeng's intelligence may be slightly impaired.

In my hometown, it's called "nine-tenths".

"We've all left our hometowns, meeting on this land thousands of miles away, at the forefront of our country's reform and opening up. Isn't that a coincidence?"

Gao Jianfeng can actually talk!

What hot land, what frontline position, they've got it all set up!

I chuckled and said, "If you say it's a coincidence, then it's a coincidence."

Gao Jianfeng sat down and tossed me a cigarette: "What's wrong? You seem a little unhappy."

I sighed listlessly, "What's the point of being happy if I can't make any money? Do you see any poor person grinning all day long?"

"Don't be discouraged, fellow villager. We are all young, and there will always be a future for us."

Gao Jianfeng's eyes lit up, and he craned his neck to say, "Would you like to learn more about our business? As long as you have perseverance, you're bound to succeed. We have many CEOs who used to eat steamed buns and drink cold water, but now they drive BMWs and ride in Mercedes-Benzes—they're living the high life."

"We're from the same hometown, and people from the same hometown don't lie to each other, so you can't lie to me."

I was waiting for the motorcyclist, and out of boredom, I started chatting idly with my fellow villager, who was quite the expert: "If I give you 3,900 yuan and trick a few more people into coming here, will I get rich?"

Gao Jianfeng hurriedly waved his hand:

"What do you mean by deception? This is called 'invitation,' inviting friends and relatives to do business together and make money together. You need to understand, we're giving our relatives and friends an opportunity, not deceiving them!"

I thought about it and said, "Like right now, you're giving me a chance, right? I should thank you, right?"

"Isn't that right? If I didn't guide you, you wouldn't understand this business, and you wouldn't even get started."

Gao Jianfeng maintained a smile, probably trying to project an air of elegance or personal charm in order to persuade and attract me.

But this guy has a fierce face, and his smile is worse than his not smiling at all.

I flicked my cigarette ash: "What I really want to know is, if I give you three thousand nine hundred and trick a few more people into coming here, can you guarantee I'll get rich?"

"This isn't called deception, it's called an invitation."

Gao Jianfeng took it seriously, patting his chest confidently: "As long as you spend 3,900 yuan to buy a machine, invite a few people over, and stick with it, you'll definitely make a fortune!"

"There are machines too? What machines?"

"It's a high-tech health device. We spent 170 million yuan to purchase the patent."

Gao Jianfeng started talking non-stop, describing the amazing features of the machine to me.

According to him, this machine is basically a cure-all, treating male infertility, female infertility, hunchback, tuberculosis, and other ailments. It can even beautify the skin, enhance breast size, and sculpt the body…

I'm tempted!

Buying a machine can treat illnesses and prevent them – you won't lose out!

After you buy the machine, you become a distributor and a business partner of Huang Aijun and his team. You can also introduce this opportunity to your relatives and friends and make money together. Isn't that great?

A monthly salary of 170,000, isn't that appealing?

Just as Gao Jianfeng was brainwashing me, the motorcyclist arrived and smiled at me.

I nodded: "I'm listening to the lecture. My fellow villager wants to help me start a business."

The young man patted Gao Jianfeng on the shoulder: "Dude, are you involved in pyramid schemes? Don't waste your life."

Gao Jianfeng, his throat dry from talking, was annoyed to be told he was wasting his life. He glared at Gao and retorted, "What do you mean, wasting life? We're condensing time and improving the quality of life!"

I suppressed a laugh and stood up: "Fellow villager, next time we have the chance, we'll continue to refine and improve."

Gao Jianfeng smiled and nodded helplessly.

I returned the motorcycle to the capable young man, and together we went to the Changhong Restaurant across the street, got a small private room, and sat down to chat.

The young man handed me a cigarette: "Boss Wang, just say what you need."

"You're the one who needs to talk, so tell me."

I fiddled with my lighter, saying casually, "I like to be straightforward. I'm giving you a chance now. If you don't speak up, don't bother later."

The young man chuckled awkwardly and stammered, "I don't know how to explain this..."

"Then I'll ask, and you answer." I widened my eyes slightly: "You're from the same hometown as Kuai Dafa, and you also collect wastewater, right?"

The young man stood up in astonishment: "Boss Wang, you really are a master."

Screw you!

I cursed inwardly, then asked, "What's your name?"

The young man took out his ID card and respectfully handed it to me: "Ding Zhili."

The registered residence on the ID card is a county under Wenzhou City in Jiangsu Province.

I pushed my ID card back: "What's your relationship with Kuai Dafeng?"

"Competitive relationship."

The young man sat down, looked me in the eye, and said, "Boss Wang already knows, so I'll be straightforward. Let's do business. You help me get rid of Kuai Dafa, and I'll give you a thank-you fee. I won't treat you unfairly."

"Looks like collecting wastewater is quite profitable." I laughed, pointing to building 27 outside the window:

"The night before last, Kuai Dafa treated me to drinks and asked me to go and chop up someone—his fellow villager and his rival..."

The young man's expression changed: "Kuai Dafa was talking about me. He really... told you to chop me up?"

I countered, "Do you think someone like Kuai Dafa could actually do something like this?"

"Yes. He's always wanted to get rid of me!"

The young man nodded and asked, "How much is Kuai Dafa offering? I can double it!"