A life of success begins with being a landlord.

To be honest, it's a small business: recycling waste from printing plants and refining it into silver. It's a partnership with a friend.

Director Song laughed: "This kind of small business... probably doesn't make any money, right?"

"The profit margin isn't big, just a little bit," I said with a wry smile. "We still have to go door-to-door to secure deals, it's not easy to close them down."

Director Song thought for a moment, then wrote down a phone number for me without saying anything:

"This is my driver Xiao Pei's phone number. If you have any difficulties in doing business, just contact Xiao Pei and let him help you out."

"Thank you for your consideration, Director Song."

I was overjoyed and accepted Xiao Pei's phone number.

Since Director Song has said so, he can definitely help!

"I should be thanking you."

Director Song patted me on the shoulder: "Once Amei has fully recovered and the scars on her face have disappeared, I will definitely treat you to a meal alone to thank you properly."

"Director Song, you're too kind. Please go ahead with your work. I'll go check on Awen..."

"Awen?"

Director Song looked disgusted, hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Then go ahead."

I nodded and took the elevator to visit Awen in his ward on the third floor.

Awen also had a private room, but it was very small.

Dao Zixiong's presence here has filled the entire ward with the smell of smoke.

When he saw me, Awen's eyes blurred with tears. He pouted, but couldn't cry.

"Ah Wen, I've come to see you." I winked at Dao Zixiong: "Brother Xiong, I'd like to talk to Ah Wen alone."

Dao Zai Xiong nodded and left, closing the door behind him.

"Ah Zu, my life is ruined... Ah Mei will never see me again!" Ah Wen grabbed my hand and finally burst into tears.

I didn't say anything and let Awen cry for a while.

Two minutes later, Awen stopped crying.

"Ah Wen, I just came from Ah Mei's." I pulled my hand away. "Ah Mei has something for you."

Ah-Wen tensed up: "What did Ah-Mei say? Did she say... she'd never see me again?"

"How is that possible?"

I chuckled and said, "Amei said to put your mind at ease; she's in a better mood now. We'll rekindle our romance once you recover!"

Ah Wen became excited and grabbed my hand: "Ah Zu, you're not lying to me!"

"I'm lying to you, grandpa."

I chuckled and recounted the details of my visit to Amei, as well as the fabricated story, once again.

Daozai Xiong rushed in and shouted:

"Brother, Ah Wen is in this state because of Ah Mei. Ah Mei is threatening suicide and says she'll never see Ah Wen again. Ah Wen has started acting like that too, throwing tantrums every day..."

"Brother Xiong, I've already talked to Amei. She's very happy now and has agreed to actively undergo treatment while waiting for Awen."

I took out my phone and handed it to Awen: "Use my phone to call Amei."

Awen was so excited that his face turned red, and he dialed the number with trembling hands.

The phone is on.

"Ah Mei, this is Ah Wen, this is Ah Zu's phone..."

"Ah-Wen, Ah-Zu just saw me, I'm fine." Ah-Mei's voice was low but very happy: "Don't overthink it, wait until I recover..."

"Mmm, I'll wait for you, I'll wait for you..."

Ah Wen was so overjoyed that he cried and couldn't speak.

I shrugged and smiled at Daozai Xiong, then asked him, "What is love that makes people willing to die for each other?"

However, a jerk like Dao Zai Xiong wouldn't understand love.

Daozai Xiong was overjoyed and dragged me out for a smoke.

We sat in the corridor, puffing away, exchanging information as we went.

Dao Zixiong told me that Amei was an only child, and her father was the head of the Urban Planning and Construction Bureau, who doted on his daughter. But Amei fell in love with Awen, and was head over heels in love with him.

Director Song was furious about this matter and even suspected that Dao Zai Xiong was plotting something, deliberately letting A Wen get close to A Mei in order to curry favor with her.

Therefore, Director Song frequently targeted Dao Zixiong, making things difficult for him at every turn.

Dao Zixiong was rendered speechless by Director Song and resigned himself to his bad luck.

As we were chatting, two pretty young nurses came over: "Smoking is not allowed here. Put out your cigarette!"

My face flushed, I threw away the cigarette butt, stomped it out, and apologized repeatedly.

Dao Zixiong glared at him: "You filthy bitch, tell your Dean Guan to come talk to me. You're barely grown up, and you want to boss me around?"

A young nurse's eyes reddened: "What kind of manners do you have?"

"Damn it, that's just my attitude!"

Dao Zai Xiong flew into a rage, grabbed the nurse by the collar, and yelled, "You bitch, what's your name? I'm going to sleep with you tonight and show you what real manners are!"

The nurse cried, but dared not fight back.

"Brother Xiong!"

I quickly squeezed through and blocked Dao Zixiong: "Ah Wen is still on the phone, calm down, it's not good if Ah Wen and Ah Mei hear us."

Dao Zixiong then released his grip.

I pushed the nurse away, apologizing repeatedly: "I'm sorry, my friend was in a bad mood, please don't take offense, I apologize on his behalf."

The young nurse wiped away her tears and went into the nurses' station crying.

Dao Zixiong lit another cigarette and handed one to me: "Brother, why do you care about that bitch? If you've got your eye on her, I'll get a few guys tonight to drag her out and give her to you."

Damn it, you beast!

I know why Ah Wen got stabbed. You're so arrogant, the retribution won't befall you, but your descendants!

"Brother Xiong," I shook my head and smiled, "You're destined for great things, so don't bother with this new temporary worker."

How do you know she's a new temporary worker?

"If they're long-time employees, wouldn't they recognize Brother Xiong?"

"That's true." Daozai Xiong laughed.

In the ward, Awen was calling me.

Dao Zai Xiong also had something to do, so he left the hospital first.

Ah Wen had finished the call, his face beaming.

"Grandpa, please sit down for a while. Thank you for coming to see me and Amei. If it weren't for your help, Amei and I wouldn't have made it through this."

"What nonsense! You're so young, what can't you overcome?" I put my phone away.

Ah Wen smiled, then sighed, "Ah Zu, Ah Mei's father dislikes me a lot. What do you think will happen to Ah Mei and me in the end?"

I countered with, "Awen, what do you plan to do in the future? What industry do you want to work in?"

"I don't know either, I'm completely lost." Awen shook his head gently.

"So what are you interested in?"

"I……"

Awen picked up a book of "Selected Song Dynasty Poems" from his side and smiled shyly, "I'm interested in Tang and Song Dynasty poetry, and I'm interested in literature in general."

I was surprised: "You want to be a writer?"

"I do want to, but my family laughs at me, my teachers and classmates laugh at me, and my third uncle even scolds me," Awen shook his head.

I laughed too: "What can you write? Let's see if you can become a writer!"

Nothing much to do this morning, so I can chat with Awen.

Ah Wei hesitated for a moment, then pulled a note out of the book and handed it to me.

The handwriting is slender yet powerful, somewhat resembling the "Slender Gold" style of calligraphy.

"Thousands of willow branches droop outside the curtain, inexplicably entangled by the east wind. We held hands by the small bridge to the east then, our hearts burning with passion, but a single glance was too fleeting. Since parting, longing has been like a dream, my spring robe still carries the fragrance. The slanting moon shines through the curtain at night, a heartbreaking poem is sung, standing amidst the wind of the crabapple blossoms."

"Holy crap, a great poet! A literary genius!"

After reading Awen's masterpiece, I was filled with admiration: "Awen, I support you becoming a writer. Once you're famous, I'll help you sell your books!"

Even if I thought about it for a year, I still couldn't come up with these few sentences!

"Once you become famous, you won't need to sell books anymore; people will be scrambling to buy them." Awen smiled shyly, then shook his head.

"It's no use your support, Ah Mei's father still looks down on me."

I thought for a moment and said, "That's not necessarily true. Amei's father said he'd invite me for drinks sometime. I'll talk to him and try to put in a good word for you."