Good Man Operation Guide

Chapter 117.1: The Research Fanatic Who Lost His Child (3)

Wang Xuan was in a bit of a good mood today. On Monday, on the first day of school, students had money in their hands. In addition to that, it was cold out, and they would want to eat something hot He was selling well. It wasn’t even 12 o’clock yet, and he’d already sold all the ingredients he had prepared.

A rare smile appeared on his face as he pushed the cart back.

It was March now, and there was still some warm sun in the daytime, but it was extremely cold at night, with the wind blowing in chilling gusts. Even though Wang Xuan was wearing gloves, his fingers were chilly because he had to push the cold cart.

But it didn’t affect his good mood. There weren’t many people in the streets at night, but he didn’t feel afraid because he was a teenager. He pushed the cart all the way back.

Wang Xuan’s rented room was in a small, rundown building. He heard that it was originally a factory dormitory, but when the factory closed down and the owner ran away, the doorman who used to look after the factory took it for himself.

The place was worn-out, but the property was solidly built. The doorman became the landlord, but he didn’t have a real estate license at all. When the rent was collected, it was only once a month, or once a day or once a week. For Wang Xuan, who didn’t have much money to begin with, this was a very good place.

As the economy gradually shifted to the city, the area where he rented accommodation became more and more deserted. For many people, the reason they rented accommodation was to make it easier to work and it was very inconvenient for them to live so far away. Therefore, since the beginning of this year, people started to move out one after another, except for Wang Xuan who still occupied the ground floor of the building.

He had always had his own plans. Although the place was remote and it would take about 3 hours to get to the city and back when setting up a stall, the main point was that it was cheap.

It was cheap, and there was plenty of room for him to place his little money-making cart.

Most importantly, living in the city meant starting afresh with new contacts. Wang Xuan spent his initial savings on learning sign language, but just because he knew sign language, it didn’t mean that others did too. No one was patient enough to understand what a mute’s gestures meant. If he met some difficult neighbors again, it would waste a lot of his time.

It was different here. Neighbors here were all people who were struggling to make a living. Wang Xuan had lived here for a long time and knew them well. Although, occasionally, there were a few neighbors who irritated him, like the one who lived next door on the ground floor like him.

He was a street singer, who played and sung with his broken guitar all day long. He probably had enough talent to earn enough money to eat on the streets. But for Wang Xuan, who didn’t enjoy music at all, he was a nuisance.

But no matter how many times he complained, the man had the cheek to promise that he wouldn’t sing during his nights off. The next day, he would sing as usual, and their landlord, whose eyes lit up when he saw the money, would only answer perfunctory. He was afraid that if he actually scolded the guy, one of his few tenants would leave.

Wang Xuan wasn’t going to leave. According to his calculations, being here was the most cost-effective solution, even if he had to spend an extra 3 hours on the road every day, he could still conduct business along the way.

He had money. It might be a little less than the savings of a working person, but for him it was still quite a lot. Setting up a stall wasn’t as unprofitable as others thought. As long as one was willing to work hard, running from school to school, one could always earn money to live on.

This money, if saved up, would be enough for Wang Xuan’s living expenses for at least 2 years. That was why he could flatly refuse the police officer’s offer, to bring him to his biological parents.

Thinking about the various things to do after getting back, Wang Xuan finally arrived at the door. Unlike his expectations, that everyone was asleep; at the entrance to the ground floor, there were several people busy unloading things from a car. The chubby and stingy landlord had rarely bothered to turn on all the lights in front of the door before, but now with a smile on his chubby face, he was carrying things back and forth from the car with joy, and placed them in the room next door.

What was going on here?

Wang Xuan tightened his eyebrows, parked his cart and went up to gesture.

He had lived here for a short time so the landlord could roughly understand his gestures. When he saw him coming, the smile on his face widened, “Ah Xuan, Chao Hong had moved out and a new tenant is moving in. We’re in the middle of a move, so if you’ll excuse us, we’ll be done soon.”

Chao Hong was the original tenant who liked to sing in the middle of the night. He always dreamt of becoming a star with his singing. For that reason, he also changed his name to Chao Hong.

(TNote: Chao Hong = Super Red; red represents good fortune and fame.)

Wang Xuan was happy that he had moved out, but new occupants always made him feel a little uneasy.

He looked up and down at the car parked at the entrance. It was big, majestic, and luxurious looking. The people moving their things out of the car were wearing moving company uniforms, and the boxes they were holding were sealed so well that it was impossible to see what was inside.

He didn’t need to think too much about it to see how the new tenants didn’t fit in with the worn-out building.

Because of his childhood experience, Wang Xuan was always vigilant. When strange things happen, something would go wrong. He was worried about what the new tenant might do to him.

When he was about to ask the landlord what the new tenant was like, a man came out of the room next door. He looked like he was in his early thirties, very young and refined, with an air of an intellectual. He was smartly dressed in well-fitting clothes, in stark contrast to the shabby house behind him.

Wang Xuan had seen similar people. Although they were only passing by on the street, they would be reserved and avoid physical contact with him unobtrusively. There was no negative emotion like contempt in the way they looked at others, only indifference.

Wang Xuan knew that people like him were from a different world than his own. Even if they didn’t reveal their disdain, they definitely wouldn’t want to mingle with him. It’s that that they looked down on him, they were just from different worlds.

As Wang Xuan thought so, he almost failed to react when the man, who had ‘I’m many times richer than you’ written all over his very being, extended his hand to him in a friendly and natural way and introduce himself.

“Hello, my name is Lin Shiheng. I’ll be staying here with my wife for a while. You’re our neighbor, right? Please take care of us from now on.”