A life of success begins with being a landlord.

I originally had a good impression of Huang Aijun.

But he disturbed the peace time and time again, causing complaints from upstairs and downstairs neighbors, which made me lose all goodwill towards them!

If things really turn sour, I can call the police and wipe them out in one fell swoop.

"Brother, you're exaggerating."

Huang Aijun, being a refined man, shook his head and sighed, "We'll finish immediately and won't disturb your rest. Please go back."

Then, Huang Aijun waved his hand towards the house: "That's all for tonight."

Dozens of men and women filed out of the room, all glaring at me or sighing.

I just stared at it with dead fish eyes.

If you're not happy about it, then just bear with it. You can complain all day long, and you can complain blindly at night!

In the blink of an eye, almost everyone in apartment 402 had left, leaving only a few tenants.

Huang Aijun smiled and said, "Landlord, would you like to come in and sit down? Let's have a chat?"

Gao Jianfeng also advised me, "Fellow villager, come in and have a cup of tea to calm down."

I wasn't afraid at all. I put on my shirt and took Chunyan into room 402.

The house was fairly clean, and the household items were neatly arranged.

Huang Aijun sat with me, and Gao Jianfeng served tea.

"We know we've disturbed everyone by holding this meeting here, and I apologize," Huang Aijun said with a sigh, taking out a cigarette.

"But our work is people-oriented. We often get together, share and exchange ideas. When the atmosphere is right, we naturally applaud and cheer. In any case, please understand."

I shook my head: "Please, in any case, don't disturb the neighbors."

Gao Jianfeng said, "Fellow villager, you're doing well here. How about you find us a more convenient place to live? We'll have more and more business partners in the future."

"Sure," I thought for a moment and smiled.

"There are two plots of land in Sanlichuan that are currently open for investment. You could buy one and build a large building, complete with meeting rooms and dormitories. I'll help you make the connection with the street administration and introduce you to them."

Huang Aijun and Gao Jianfeng both fell silent, knowing I was teasing them.

"I'm leaving now. You guys get some rest." I stood up and smiled at General Manager Huang and Gao Jianfeng.

"As long as you don't make noise or disturb the neighbors, I can buy one of your products, join your business, and become business partners!"

Gao Jianfeng was overjoyed: "Fellow villager, are you serious? Then you'll be with me from now on!"

Huang Aijun glared at Gao Jianfeng and saw me out.

It's obvious that Mr. Huang looks down on me and doesn't want to hang out with me!

Sigh, I'd better just stick to being a building manager and collecting recyclables, and stop daydreaming. That monthly salary of 170,000 is beyond my wildest dreams.

Back in 302, I quickly took a shower.

Of course, Chunyan still gave me a bath, and she wasn't shy at all. She washed me thoroughly, inside and out.

Being married makes all the difference; everything becomes so much easier!

After I took a bath, Chunyan changed my dressing again, but instead of sleeping, she dragged me to watch DVDs.

In a hidden drawer inside the TV cabinet, Chunyan found some DVDs and blushed, asking, "What...what kind of DVDs are these?"

I took a look, and I was immediately captivated.

This must be one of Sister Li's treasured possessions; I have to take a look!

I drew the curtains, turned off the main light, and admired Sister Li's treasured collection with Chunyan.

Chunyan blushed, hid in my arms, covered her eyes, and peeked through her fingers...

The mind is like a horse roaming freely on a plain; easy to let go, hard to rein in.

We spent two hours watching it and learned a lot, which immediately enriched our lives and completely changed our previous monotony.

I didn't get up until eight o'clock the next morning.

Looking at Wang Yaozu in the bathroom mirror, he actually looked somewhat... haggard!

"Old Wang, what are you doing today?" Chunyan asked me about my plans for the day.

"I've already arranged with Dao Zixiong to go to the hospital at nine o'clock to see Awen."

After I finished washing up, shaved my beard, and changed into a clean shirt, I asked, "Chunyan, are you coming?"

Chunyan thought for a moment and shook her head: "I think I'd better not go. I don't know how to talk."

I nodded, and the phone rang again.

It was Ding Zhili. He arrived at Fatty Sister's Fried Noodles Shop early in the morning on his motorcycle, waiting for my instructions.

I told Chunyan secretly, "You stay home and do the laundry, I'll go downstairs and buy you breakfast."

Chunyan nodded.

Once downstairs, I beckoned Ding Zhili to the fried noodle shop. Seeing that no one was around, we whispered to each other:

"Last night, Mr. Fei from Wuhu Printing Factory called me and agreed to introduce Liangpin Printing to us."

Ding Zhili nodded: "Dragon Soaring and Phoenix Leaping are the real big prizes. When will we take them down?"

"Don't worry, I'll think of a solution slowly."

As I ate my fried noodles, I said, "Give me the motorcycle; I'm going to see a friend this morning."

Ding Zhili nodded repeatedly.

After having breakfast, I delivered some breakfast to Chunyan, and then rode my bike to the Second Hospital to visit Awen.

At the hospital entrance, I bought two portions of fruit, both apples. For peace and safety, I'll give one to Awen, and the other, if convenient, to Amei.

At the hospital entrance, Dao Zixiong was standing there with a bespectacled man, talking to each other.

That man, doesn't he look like Ah Mei's father, Director Song?

Yes, it was him. I still remember him.

However, at this moment, Director Song had a stern face and looked very angry and irritable.

"Brother Xiong, Director Song." I walked over and said, "I've come to see Awen and Amei."

Dao Zai Xiong nodded and smiled: "Brother, thank you for your hard work."

Director Song didn't recognize me. "Important people often have bad memories," he said, frowning as he looked at me.

"Director Song, this is Xiao Wang, who acted bravely that night," Dao Zixiong reminded him.

"Oh, Xiao Wang. That's why you look so familiar."

Director Song extended his hand: "I was preoccupied with something that night. Although we met once, I didn't remember you. I'm sorry."

"It's alright, Director Song." I smiled. "Awen and Mei, are they both doing well now?"

Director Song shook his head and remained silent.

Dao Zixiong pulled me a few steps away and whispered:

"Amei was stabbed in the face and is worried that she will be disfigured. She is depressed and suicidal. She cries all day long and won't eat."

"She's worried about scars on her face? Is that why she's throwing a tantrum?"

"Yes, just for that."

"Could I see Amei? Maybe I can talk to her," I said earnestly.

"Are you sure you can do it?" Dao Zixiong asked, pleasantly surprised.

"If it's just a scar issue, I should be able to persuade Ah Mei."

I smiled and said, "My family has a traditional remedy that can remove scars, and it works very well."

"real?"

Overjoyed, Dao Zaixiong turned around and walked to Director Song, bowed his head and whispered something in his ear.

After listening, Director Song smiled and walked towards me: "Handsome, it turns out you're a hidden master. Please help with Amei's matter."

I nodded and smiled: "Director Song, let's take a look at Amei first."

I think Director Song is a better talker than Dao Zixiong.

Dao Zai Xiong was worried about me and asked if I was capable.

Director Song didn't ask that question; instead, he directly asked for my help. This kind of trust is very pleasing.

Director Song raised his hand: "Thank you, Xiao Wang. Come with me."

Dao Zixiong also wanted to go, but Director Song stopped him: "Boss Zhan, you don't need to go. Just go about your business."

"Okay, Director Song, you're busy." Dao Zixiong acted like a dutiful grandson in front of Director Song.

We took the elevator up to the fifth floor and arrived at Lao Gan's private ward.

I never expected that Amei, who was only a teenager, would be admitted to the old-age hospital ward, saving her decades of detours!

Outside the ward, Director Song said in a low voice, "Xiao Wang, I'll go in first and say hello to Amei. Wait a moment."

I nodded.

Director Song entered the ward, leaving the door slightly ajar.

Not long after, they heard Ah Mei throwing a tantrum inside, crying and shouting, "I don't want to see anyone! I don't want to see anyone!"