【Local Desires Abound】(Episode 1) Author: Laughter from the Coffin

Author: Laughter in the Coffin
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Synopsis:

To fulfill his father's last wish, Zhang Dong arrives in a remote town with an old photograph. However, he takes
the wrong bus and arrives late at night, exhausted, and checks into a hotel.

While fantasizing about the young and lovely girl behind the counter, Zhang Dong unexpectedly has a one-night
stand with the sexy landlady after drinking, and subsequently discovers a series of mysteries…

To fulfill his father's last wish, Zhang Dong arrives in a remote town with an old photograph. However, he takes
the wrong bus and arrives late at night, exhausted, and checks into a hotel.

While fantasizing about the youthful and charming girl behind the counter, Zhang Dong unexpectedly had a drunken one-night stand with the sexy proprietress
, subsequently uncovering a series of mysteries…

Chapter 1: The Strange Town

The short journey, ridiculously short on a map, turned out to be
a bumpy almost like being on a boat. This was not only due to the uneven terrain, but also because this
so-called paved road, apart from some relatively smooth sections, was mostly gravel roads passing through villages, and more than
half was dirt roads.

“Young man, are you from out of town?” the driver asked Zhang Dong suspiciously, his attitude
cautious .

At this moment, Zhang Dong felt his stomach churning, his internal organs restless, vomiting violently. Not only was
his stomach empty, but he also felt as if he wanted to vomit out his internal organs to relieve this unbearable torment.

Zhang Dong vomited wildly into the plastic bucket, his eyes red and filled with tears, completely oblivious to what the man was saying.

A dilapidated minibus was traveling along a winding mountain road. This minibus was practically museum-worthy;
you'd almost never see such a living fossil except on television.

No GPS, no air conditioning, not even any audio-visual equipment. Besides screws, the only thing that made
noise was an old radio, but it was unclear which station it was. All they played were the Great Compassion Mantra and various
Buddhist scriptures – it was practically a death knell.

The old minibus even had countless pieces of luggage strapped to its roof. If Zhang Dong hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have believed
this thing was either in a museum or in an incinerator. How could such a 30-year-old relic still exist
? Was it being kept to increase its value?

Damn, this bus looks so completely wrecked, yet it still managed to travel such a long distance like a zombie! Zhang Dong
vomited uncontrollably, finally managing to catch his breath before gasping, "Hey bro, are we almost there
?"

"Almost there, almost there. Boss, take your time vomiting, there's still time, no rush."

The errand boy, whether out of his mind or just plain stupid, always said things that made you want to punch him.
Luckily, he looked honest and simple; otherwise, Zhang Dong would have already attacked, even if it meant taking them both down.
That jerk of a mouth was just too much to pass up.

The minibus's greatest value was probably as a prop for horror movies. The seat covers were rotten, leaving only metal frames. The so-called
seats were just broken wooden planks tied together with wire, hard and damp, making it extremely uncomfortable.

The journey was slow, stopping and starting, making everyone dizzy.

"Boss, feeling better?" The errand boy kindly handed him a bottle of mineral water.

"Thanks."

Zhang Dong patted his aching head, feeling the lingering stomach acid burning in his throat, making him feel incredibly uncomfortable.

"Thanks, three yuan." The errand boy smiled憨厚ly.

Zhang Dong rinsed his mouth, then spat out a mouthful of water. He picked up the bottle, looked at the unfamiliar
brand —clearly a recycled plastic bottle—and said irritably, "Damn! How come this stuff is so expensive? Where did this
famous brand come from?"

"A local no-name brand, but we don't have many out-of-town customers," the deliveryman chuckled, pointing to a full
case of bottled water in front of the truck. "People here bring their own water bottles. Look, we've only sold one bottle from this case so far."
The case was damp and rotten, a dark, unrecognizable mess; it was obviously been sitting there for a long time. Zhang Dong
couldn't help but curse, "Damn! Is this some kind of 1960s-era bottled water collection?!"

"What?" the deliveryman asked, completely bewildered.

"No, you guys who add tap water to bottled water, go to hell," Zhang Dong cursed, pulling out
some change and tossing it to the deliveryman.

The truck bumped along the muddy road for hours, and by evening, almost everyone
got off at the small villages along the way.

The forest began to thin out. Zhang Dong was so carsick he was practically half-dead, too weak to appreciate the natural scenery.
In his hazy state, the unchanging green he saw subtly changed, replaced by a crystal-clear blue
. On

the other side of the dirt road, the waves surged, crashing against the shore
with blew in, a shocking but not refreshing experience.

Zhang Dong slept for a while longer, not knowing when the car finally stopped.

"Big brother, big brother!"

The driver, seeing Zhang Dong sleeping so soundly, nudged his shoulder anxiously, fearing he'd die in
the car and have to pay compensation.

"We've arrived at Xiaoli Town?"

Zhang Dong groggily opened his eyes, rubbing them and yawning, his head still spinning.

"Yes, we've arrived at Xiaoli Town. We're at the old station." Seeing Zhang Dong was still alive, the driver breathed
a sigh of relief.

Located on the border of Fujian and Guangdong provinces, this small coastal town is surprisingly remote, even within these two prosperous coastal provinces
.

Zhang Dong patted his throbbing head, and as he stood up to stretch, his bones creaked.
The bus station he was looking for was nothing more than an empty space where a few dilapidated minibuses had parked.

It was already night, and the streetlights were dim, using old, outdated bulbs—extremely environmentally unfriendly.

Carrying his luggage, Zhang Dong walked out of the station, still feeling dizzy. He took out his phone, glanced
at the unfamiliar number, hesitated, then put it back and headed
towards .

"Young man, where are you going?"

The driver, an old man, spoke with a thick local accent that made his Mandarin sound somewhat comical.

"Where's the best restaurant in Xiaoli Town?"

At this point, Zhang Dong looked around, hesitated, and thought: the bus station? This is the town...
A train station?

Logically, such a place should be bustling, but even though it wasn't late, the area was eerily quiet,
almost frightening. Aside from a few tricycles parked at the entrance, there were only a handful of pedestrians on the road; it was so remote that not even a stray dog
could be seen.

"Ah, it's far away, I won't go. You can call a motorcycle," the old man called out immediately, and
a motorcycle pulled up beside him.

The rider was a man in his early fifties, with a fairly honest appearance.

Zhang Dong didn't think much of it and got on. The man revved the engine and drove off.

The man was sullen and didn't talk much. Zhang Dong chatted with him for a while before finally learning some
things about the area.

The old train station in Xiaoli Town was actually a slum. Most of the locals were farmers or seafarers. The eastern area
was slightly more prosperous, with various small businesses concentrated there. Although not exactly thriving, it was the liveliest part of the town.
The locals usually referred to that area as the new town and this area as the old town.

What made Zhang Dong most furious was that he had gotten on the wrong bus. The buses at the old station were all private vehicles that traveled through the surrounding villages,
making the ride bumpy and the mountain roads long and winding, more than doubling the distance.

Actually, Zhang Dong could have taken a bus from the provincial capital, as the new town also had a new station with many
decent buses, and the neighboring town had a highway exit; it was only
a three- or four-hour drive from the provincial capital. But he had been treated like a sucker, changing buses twice, taking a long and winding route, and enduring a bumpy ride of over
ten hours.

"Damn it!"

Zhang Dong couldn't help but curse. He thought: No wonder that guy on the bus tried to sell me three-yuan bottles of mineral water;
who else would he rip off if not this kind of easy target?

The so-called new town of Xiaoli was actually worse than the suburbs of many big cities, and the so-called "
prosperity " was just that the roads were slightly wider and there were slightly more shops. The only difference from the old town was that
there wasn't cow dung everywhere, nor were there chickens and stray dogs running around.

Is this what you call a new town? Zhang Dong was speechless.

The people's clothing and the environment here felt like a slightly better small town from the 1980s. The shops
along the roadside looked very old, and their shabby decorations looked utterly incongruous.

The motorcycle slowly came to a stop, and the middle-aged driver turned around and said, "We're here."

The journey wasn't short, and although the place was dilapidated, the fare was probably not cheap, at least ten yuan.

Zhang Dong got off the motorcycle, looked up, and immediately gave a bitter smile, utterly speechless.

The street was indeed bustling with people, very lively, and decorated everywhere, but it still looked incredibly
backward . The so-called "best restaurant" in front of him had a dilapidated exterior, with the bricks long since fallen off and uneven,
looking very run-down.

The door was an old-fashioned sliding door, there were no waiters, and the steps were short, not grand at all. How dare they call this a restaurant?

Zhang Dong sighed, stepped inside, and as soon as he pushed open the dirty glass door, he was immediately hit with a jarring
noise , very loud and jarring.

Zhang Dong controlled his emotions, walked to the counter, and asked somewhat dejectedly, "Miss, I'd like a single
room ."

"Who's calling me 'Miss'! You're the 'Miss'!"

The middle-aged woman behind the counter immediately glared at Zhang Dong, her tone anything but polite. She held an
old-fashioned keypad phone, seemingly trying to pick up some sexually frustrated guy.

"Excuse me, do you have any single rooms?"

Zhang Dong was utterly exhausted and didn't care about the woman's rude attitude.

"Let me see... really," the woman muttered, casually flipping through a thick notebook on the table.

The woman had a fleshy face and a body as fat as a fattened boar. Her face was covered in so much powder that it could be rubbed off and used
to make ten steamed buns; he wondered where she got the confidence to paint her lips like stale pig liver.

Zhang Dong watched speechlessly as the woman flipped through the notebook. Even the smallest hotels these days are computerized; why was this
place still using such an outdated method?

While waiting, Zhang Dong asked a few questions out of boredom, but the woman's replies only made him more frustrated and want to curse. This
so-called best hotel had no Wi-Fi, no internet connection, and even hot water in the rooms was only available for limited hours.
The facilities were worse than some urban village hotels.

"That's all." The aunt's attitude was very perfunctory.

At this moment, the aunt's phone rang with a text message notification. She immediately closed her notebook and started playing with her phone. "Then, are there any
other rooms?" Zhang Dong was immediately annoyed.

"No, there are no rooms left."

The aunt played with her phone, not even looking up, and seemed very impatient.

Feeling almost like he had been kicked out, Zhang Dong was already fuming as he left with his luggage.
He thought: What kind of attitude is this? Even if there are no rooms, at least be nice. This tone is like
chasing away a beggar!

Once outside, Zhang Dong was still full of anger and had nowhere to vent it when a middle-aged man ran over, smiling
and enthusiastically saying, "Brother, you look like you're from out of town, right? Looking for a hotel to stay in?"

"What's it to you?"

Zhang Dong was in a bad mood and immediately glared at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man wasn't annoyed. He smiled and said, "This restaurant is the town's guesthouse. It used to be the best
restaurant, but it's state-owned. It doesn't matter if you're here or not. Why don't you come and see my
place? My place is much better, and the service is good too."

"State-owned?"

Zhang Dong glanced back at the unlit sign and immediately understood. He spat in annoyance.

"Brother, don't worry. My restaurant is just ahead, with lots of people coming and going. I wouldn't dare run a shady business." The middle-aged
man seemed to sense Zhang Dong's wariness and immediately assured him confidently.

The restaurant the middle-aged man mentioned was indeed quite close, just a few steps away.

The lights were bright, and the facade was clean. Although the decor wasn't luxurious, it was like a budget hotel—
clean comfortable. There were no waiters to greet you upon entering, but
it was much quieter than the guesthouse, not noisy at all. "Ling'er, greet the guests."

The middle-aged man led Zhang Dong in, called out, and then ran out again, seemingly to wait for the guests who had been kicked out of
the guesthouse .

"Understood."

A ponytail swayed behind the counter.

"What rooms are available?"

Zhang Dong was exhausted and didn't have time to think. What he needed most right now was a hot shower and a good night's sleep
.

"What kind of room would you like?"

A slender figure sat behind the counter, looking up to reveal an oval face and delicate features.

The girl was about eighteen or nineteen years old, youthful and vibrant, quite charming, and remarkably
sweet .

"Something nice. Do you have Wi-Fi?" Zhang Dong asked hesitantly.

He hadn't seen many cars along the way, and he wondered if this underdeveloped area even had such
a service.

"Yes."

The girl paused for a moment, but upon seeing Zhang Dong's luggage and attire, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief. However,
she patiently explained, "Sir, there's something I need to tell you first. Our room rates are higher; the room you requested
is much more expensive than that guesthouse, but the decor and facilities are excellent."

"What kind of rooms do you have?"

Zhang Dong's heart skipped a beat: Had he stumbled upon a rip-off?

"You need Wi-Fi..."

The girl frowned slightly, took out an old-fashioned laptop, and typed on the keyboard
as she said, "There's a room on the third floor with the best equipment, but it's 128 yuan a night."

"This one."

Zhang Dong nodded without thinking, thinking: What a joke! This price wouldn't even
get you a budget hotel in a big city, how is this expensive?

"The Wi-Fi signal might be a little weak," the girl added cautiously.

Looking at Zhang Dong's attire, the girl's tone was very polite.

"No problem, I'll be grateful if I have it. What's the room number?" Zhang Dong was already impatient, asking while carrying
his luggage .

"No room number, come with me."

Seeing this, the girl got up, locked the counter and cabinet, and walked towards the stairs.

"Oh, okay."

Zhang Dong hesitated for a moment before following, thinking: Doesn't this hotel require identification and a deposit?

The stairwell was a bit old, but it looked fairly clean. As
Zhang Dong walked up, he and realized why the girl was so surprised. The rooms on the first and second floors looked tidy, but most of them were
single rooms with only one bed, or even single rooms with multiple people sleeping together, costing twenty or thirty yuan a night. They were occupied by villagers who came to
the city to do business but were delayed and had no choice but to stay overnight. Although it looked much better,
the level of the people who paid for it was not high, at least the price was much cheaper than in Zhuanggou.

On the second floor, there was a movable gate. When the girl took out the key from her pocket, she hesitated and glanced at Zhang Dong
. As she opened the door, she politely said, "Sir, it's a bit inconvenient to get in and out of this floor. If you need anything,
just call the front desk."

"Okay."

Zhang Dong was taken aback, feeling somewhat confused. This floor didn't look like a hotel at all. There was a shoe rack at the corner of
the stairs , filled with many old-fashioned shoes. Peeking through the gaps, he saw that the corridor floor was all
concrete, and the walls were bare, without wallpaper or tiles, just unfinished concrete walls. The iron door had two locks on it...
Zhang

Dong thought: Could this really be a shady establishment? Although the first and second floors also had cheap rooms, the decor was
decent enough. This third floor, however, was all gray and looked strange.

The girl opened the door and ran inside, slamming the first door shut. Looking at the mess,
she forced a smile and said, "Alright, sir, you can come in now."

Zhang Dong went in and was speechless. The place was incredibly chaotic.
Not only were there piles of random things on the floor, but the corridor was also covered with laundry hanging to dry. Everything was rudimentary, looking like an unfinished
construction site .

"This way. Don't worry, the rooms are quite nice," the girl smiled, leading Zhang Dong inside.

There were only three rooms on this floor. The other two had old, closed wooden doors with peeling paint,
but the last one was different. Although it still had concrete walls, it had a newer stainless steel door, making it look
much .

The girl panicked for a moment, then fumbled for her keys in her pocket to open the door, apologizing, "No one has ever stayed in this room,
but don't worry, we always keep it very clean."

As soon as she finished speaking, the lock opened, and a woman's voice suddenly came from inside: "Ling'er?
You lazy brat, are you being lazy again? Why aren't you watching the counter properly?"

Next to the room was the bathroom, which was now open, with the sound of running water. From inside the open door,
a head wet black hair swayed, and a face somewhat similar to the girl's, but more mature, peeked out,
saying irritably, "What are you doing up here at this hour? Aren't you afraid the money at the counter will be stolen?"

Before she could even see the woman's face clearly, a scream rang out, and the door slammed shut,
shaking the thin walls.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, my sister is taking a shower in there!" The young girl named Ling'er blushed instantly and
hurriedly apologized to Zhang Dong. She then immediately assured him, "But don't worry, no one is staying here.
My sister just came in on a whim."

"When can I check in?"

Zhang Dong was completely speechless, but he was exhausted and sleepy, and all he wanted to do was go to sleep.

"Soon. Please wait a moment!" Ling'er smiled apologetically, immediately opened the door and rushed in, then
slammed the door shut.

Not long after, a commotion came from inside: "You brat, are you in heat? Why did you bring a
man back?"

"And you're talking to me! Why are you taking a shower here? There's plenty of room to shower in. He's a guest, you know, he's going to stay
here."

"The room is small and cramped, what's wrong with taking a shower here occasionally? What guest? Does he really want to stay here?" The
commotion gradually subsided, and after a moment of silence, the door opened with a creak.

Ling'er smiled apologetically, "Sir, I'm sorry, you can check in now."

Zhang Dong lazily grunted in acknowledgment, then looked up and nearly had a nosebleed.

The woman before him was about the same age as Ling'er, but her figure was so voluptuous it made one's mouth water. Her wet black hair was
casually scattered across her snow-white skin, and a silk nightgown concealed her fiery curves, exuding endless allure and sparking
countless fantasies. Her full breasts seemed about to burst out, and her buttocks were firm and pert—extremely sexy!

The woman frowned at Zhang Dong's stunned expression, seemingly quite displeased, and gripped
the basket containing the underwear tightly. However, she quickly forced a smile and said, "I'm sorry, sir, you can check in now."

"Ah? Oh."

Zhang Dong stood there, stunned, unable to recover for a long time.

The two sisters, Ling'er and Ling'er, left, chatting and laughing softly, entering another room in the corridor.

Zhang Dong finally came to his senses and entered the room. His mind was a little hazy; he wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but
he faintly smelled an indescribable fragrance as he entered, like a woman's natural scent.

The room wasn't large, but it was cozy, with a standard double bed that was both soft and large.

Zhang Dong had expected to be exhausted from his long journey, that seeing a bed would be like a dead man seeing a coffin
—he wouldn't even want to get up. But instead, he was filled with restlessness and had little desire to sleep.

Xiaoli Town was a place where Zhang Dong's life should never have intersected with anything.

Frustrated, Zhang Dong smoked a cigarette and took a crumpled envelope from his heavy suitcase. Inside
was an old, yellowed letter and a photograph. The woman in the photograph had braids, a shy smile, and
her clothing, typical of that era, looked extremely rustic.

This old photograph, yellowed and marked with unsightly white spots, was preserved by Zhang Dong's father for over thirty years.
Until his death last month, he held it to his chest, his aged face streaked with tears of guilt.

In the narrow old town of Guangzhou, all of Zhang Dong's childhood memories lay, the alley where he and his older brother
ended their childhood.

The old town was constantly changing, undergoing dramatic transformations. Like all
children his age, Zhang Dong lived a monotonous and unchanging life, going to school and studying.

Zhang Dong and his older brother, Zhang Yong, had a good relationship since childhood, but an unbridgeable barrier remained: they
were half-brothers.

In his early years, Zhang's father had been sent to the countryside, where he met Zhang Yong's mother, whose name he couldn't even remember.
However, their romance ended without fruition.

On their return to the city, Zhang's father was already holding Zhang Yong in his arms. Zhang Yong's mother, however, cruelly abandoned her child,
choosing to return to her hometown, a small town in the northwest whose name he didn't even know. Until his death
, Zhang's father didn't even know which province she was from.

In that crazy era, perhaps everyone had their own unspoken helplessness.

Zhang Yong was a good older brother, mature beyond his years, and although lively and active, his grades were always top-notch.
After graduating from high school, he applied to military academy and, in an era when regulations weren't so strict, successfully enlisted. After serving in the army
for many years, he was suddenly transferred to civilian life, but to Harbin, a thousand miles away. No one
knew his specific position.

Compared to Zhang Yong, Zhang Dong felt like a scoundrel. He was always fighting and causing trouble since childhood, dropping
out of high school before finishing, and was practically the ringleader of the neighborhood. Although he never committed murder or arson,
he a aimless and irregular life, and in the eyes of the older generation, he was just an idle loafer.

Zhang Dong had run mahjong parlors, smuggled cigarettes, and helped people with visas, making a steady stream of small money, but
always operating on the fringes of the law. Zhang Dong was very self-aware; he couldn't afford to get involved in anything dishonest,
and he certainly wasn't someone who made a living through those kinds of businesses.

When Zhang Dong's father was dying, Zhang Yong was on some mission and couldn't be contacted. His sister-in-law was also busy
with work and couldn't come to pay her respects.
Zhang Dong took care of him day and night. Even at the burial, Zhang Yong's family didn't come to pay their respects. Although Zhang Dong knew he wasn't unfilial, this incident
still bothered him.

His father's biggest regret was not having a grandson. Zhang Yong and his
sister-in-law, whom Zhang Dong had never met, were both civil servants and could only have one child, a daughter who was very popular in Northeast China. Zhang Dong, on the other hand
, had worked hard for many years and didn't want to be tied down by marriage. Even with arranged dates, he hadn't met anyone suitable and
remained single . No wonder his father was worried before he died.

"Is this the address?" Zhang Dong muttered doubtfully, picking up a tattered piece of paper from the envelope.

He wondered if his father was destined to be a jinx or a cursed loner. Not long after returning to the city, he met
a country girl working in the old town.

What educated youth who went to the countryside wasn't sweet-talking? At the time, Zhang Dong's father was young and energetic. Seeing
the girl's delicate appearance, he was naturally irresistible. He used some unknown means and easily won her over.

Thanks to Zhang Dong's father's talent for seduction, otherwise Zhang Dong wouldn't have had the chance to be born.

Zhang Dong's mother was named Chen Xiulian, a very elegant and refined name, but she was anything but ladylike.
After marrying into the family, she kept her husband under strict control. He couldn't play mahjong or drink alcohol. However, she still possessed
the virtues of a traditional Chinese woman, managing the household affairs meticulously. Even Zhang Yong respected his stepmother; at least
she hadn't mistreated him.

Sanlu milk powder, the stepmother's choice. Zhang Dong couldn't help but sneer.

Not two years later, Zhang Dong was born, further increasing the family's burden. To make ends meet, Chen Xiulian used connections to
get a job in a state-owned factory. Even though the factory was on the verge of bankruptcy at the time, the fixed
salary was still the envy of many.

But her good fortune didn't last. While on night shift, Chen Xiulian encountered thieves. Impulsive and hot-headed, she
risked her life for public property.

The thieves were a group of desperate criminals, and the outcome was predictable: Chen Xiulian and the security guard both fell in
pools of blood.

At that time, acts of bravery were considered major events, and because it was a state-owned enterprise, they held
a grand ceremony . However, people joked, "Old Zhang, your wife went to the underworld with another man for the sake of the country's money
! The country has lost out!"

Chen Xiulian's death caused a huge uproar. Newspapers and news outlets featured extensive photos and articles,
with editors using flowery language to describe her as a heroine, a modern-day grassland heroine, and so on
. It's unclear whether they were genuinely moved that the state's property was saved, or simply out of respect for the deceased and fear of Chen Xiulian waking
them .

To put on a show, the notoriously stingy village head, unusually generous, gave the Zhang family an old house as a
reward.

Actually, the building was already dilapidated and uninhabitable. The department, seeing this, exclaimed, "Damn it,
we didn't even make such a big fuss about the death of someone from our unit! Why are you trying to steal our thunder?" So the factory manager, with a stroke of his pen, allocated one room each to the three
families .

However, perhaps because the neighborhood chief had a grudge against the factory manager, the neighborhood chief immediately arranged a formal job for Zhang Dong's father,
and in addition to the building, even gave him a small shop facing the street.

The factory manager was even more furious. Normally, the death of someone from the unit wouldn't warrant such a grand commotion, but someone trying to steal the limelight...
No, he immediately gave Zhang Dong's father a small, abandoned warehouse in the factory as compensation, ostensibly in response to
the call for reform and opening up, and to support workers going into business.

In this power struggle, the Zhang family inexplicably gained a bunch of benefits. Zhang Dong's father was all smiles,
but the thought of his deceased wife made him laugh and cry at the same time, leaving Zhang Dong and his brother uneasy, wondering if he had gone mad
.

Later, Zhang Dong's father, drunk one night, said that he didn't know what policy they were responding to, but it was all about
setting an example of protecting public property. Chen Xiulian's death was very opportune; the village
head , was bound to make a big deal out of it, which is why the Zhang family got such a windfall. Otherwise, if a worker died, they'd just give some money and
be done with it, maybe even get their children a job in a state-owned factory. How could there be so many benefits? To put it bluntly,
Chen Xiulian died at a good time, thanks to the leaders' so-called "spirit," otherwise, where would such a huge
benefit come from?

In those impoverished times, human life was ridiculously valuable, even the neighbors were envious, wishing someone
in their own family would be stabbed a few times.

With so many houses generating rent, Zhang Dong's father lived comfortably in his later years, at least supporting his two sons'
education was no problem. After all, with Chen Xiulian's honor, obtaining school registration and other similar things
was easy.

Zhang Yong was more promising, with good grades, and from his schooling to his marriage, he didn't cost Zhang Dong's father a penny, making
his father very happy. Although Zhang Dong was mischievous and wild, he at least didn't do anything outrageous, so
overall, Zhang Dong's father didn't have to worry about him much.

"Is Mom from around here?" Zhang Dong muttered, puzzled. He thought: Everyone says women from Guangdong and Fujian
are gentle and kind, but in the neighbors' impressions, his mother was fierce, the kind with a fiery temper. How
could she possibly be raised in this kind of environment?

Zhang Dong's only frustration was that he had never met any relatives on his maternal grandmother's side since childhood. Uncles, aunts, and the like
were all vague and distant figures. The New Year celebrations at home were always quiet, with few relatives to visit. Even his father's
side rarely saw visitors; he'd heard from others that they'd all starved to death during those years.

From his father's fragmented narration before his death, Zhang Dong could at least glean one thing—Chen Xiulian had been sold to another family as an adopted daughter
at a young age. Those were poor times, and the family only had a mentally challenged son. To ensure
the continuation of their family line, they had to raise a wife for themselves.

But the family underestimated Chen Xiulian's fierceness. Just as they were raising her to adulthood
, when she was ready to carry on the family line, before the Chen family had even prepared for the wedding, Chen Xiulian packed her bags and ran away. She begged for food
and drink to Guangzhou, which led to her ill-fated relationship with Zhang Dong's father.

"Mom, you're great!"

Zhang Dong didn't know why, but he felt an urge to shout hysterically, praising Chen Xiulian's fiery and shrewish
nature.

Chapter Two, The sisters'

soft bed was very comfortable. Zhang Dong slept soundly that night, without a dream, like a dead man.

Although the place was simple, the decoration was nice, at least the soundproofing was good. With the thick double curtains drawn,
the sunlight was blocked, and the room was dimly lit, with only the corridor light on, creating a pleasant atmosphere. The sleeping environment was absolutely
comfortable.

He didn't know what time it was, but Zhang Dong was dreaming that he was entwined with two beauties on his left and right, both
naked . Although their faces were blurry, their hot figures were even more stunning than Lia Disan's
, with their curves making him want to die. At this moment, they were even posing seductively...

"Little swallow, wearing a flowery dress, comes here every spring. I asked the swallow why you come, and the swallow said,
the mountain road here has eighteen bends, the road here has nine interconnected loops..."

The two songs were completely unrelated, but the connection between them was perfectly rhythmic, making
it strangely eerie and suddenly disturbing Zhang Dong's rippled spring dream.

"Damn it, who is it!"

Zhang Dong rubbed his eyes, groggily reaching for his phone charging on the bedside table. He was annoyed at himself for choosing
such a unique ringtone; the chilling feeling it gave him, sending shivers down his spine,
was just too much.

The phone kept vibrating and ringing. Zhang Dong groaned in frustration, picked it up, glanced
at , and answered without even seeing who it was, grumbling, "Who is it?"

"Dongzi, are you still sleeping?" The male voice on the other end of the line was hoarse and deep, very steady, and had a particularly
magnetic quality.

"Brother! Weren't you fucking missing?"

Zhang Dong immediately perked up, sitting up in bed and yelling angrily, "What the hell are you doing! I tried calling you when
Dad was about to die, but I couldn't get through, and I couldn't find you anywhere. I almost called the police to see if you were so
dead you couldn't even find your body!"

"I had a mission, and I couldn't contact the outside world."

Zhang Yong's voice choked up, and after a pause, he asked in a trembling voice, "Have Dad's funeral arrangements
been taken care of ?"

"Nonsense! Did you think I'd handle this? Dad's already stinking."

Zhang Dong lit a cigarette and snorted irritably, "Damn it, the burial prices are outrageously expensive, even
higher than house prices. Dad was in the hospital for so long, it was exhausting. It's better he's gone, he suffered less. It's just that the hospital is
fucking rip-off; a shabby hospital bed costs more than a hotel room. Aren't those bastards afraid of retribution?"

Zhang Yong choked up, remaining silent for a long time before whispering, "Yeah, Dad's illness must have
drained , right? I'll have your sister-in-law wire you some money later. See how much it cost; I, as the eldest, will give it to you first."

"Bullshit! He's probably bankrupt by now."

Zhang Dong said angrily, "Dad was a bit confused when he was in the hospital, and he hid all those property deeds,
so even if you want to get a loan, you can't do it unless you're the owner. I sold the small casino and cashed out
my credit cards to get a little over 100,000 yuan to pay the hospital bills. I borrowed another 100,000 yuan from friends for the funeral
. If you don't find a way to pay off this mountain of debt, I'll have to jump off a building sooner or later."

"I feel sorry for you." Zhang Yong sighed deeply.

"By the way, we found those property deeds later. Dad locked them in his cabinet."

Zhang Dong hesitated for a moment, then said, "Brother, you should find some time to come back to Guangzhou. Dad
didn't say what would happen to these belongings when he passed away. We can discuss it again when you come."

"The death certificate has been issued, right?"

Zhang Yong pondered for a moment and said, "You took care of Dad when he was alive, and when he passed away, I, his eldest son..."
" I can't deliver it myself, so how could I dare to think about the family property? How about this, you write an agreement and send it over. I'll
just , and transfer all the other properties to your name."

Zhang Dong knew that Zhang Yong had made a lot of money in recent years, and he didn't know how much money he had on his own
. He didn't know if he felt guilty towards his father, but this amount of family property wouldn't tempt him. Besides, Zhang Yong had authority at home, and even if his
wife had ulterior motives, she couldn't do anything to him. In any case, Zhang Yong was a man of principle. "Okay, I can't have
it as good as you civil servants. I'll just collect more rent and live a comfortable life." Zhang Dong didn't stand on ceremony. Since Zhang Yong was so
generous, he agreed immediately.

"Sigh."

Zhang Yong sighed deeply and said, "You're not getting any younger. You should find a woman and settle down.
How much money can you make from those shady dealings all day? Anyway, you don't have many relatives in Guangzhou. Come to the Northeast, I'll buy
you a shop to do some business. It'll be better than this aimless life."

After all, an elder brother is like a father. Although they weren't born of the same mother, Zhang Dong felt a
lump but he still habitually smiled and said, "Forget it, I won't interfere in your lives.
I'm on the run with a mountain of debt. If you don't send me money soon, you'll have to bail me out of jail."

"You went to Xiaoli Town?"

Zhang Yong paused, seemingly surprised.

"Yeah."

Zhang Dong felt a heavy weight in his heart. He knew Zhang Yong had the same thoughts as him, but his mother was nowhere to be found in
the Northwest , some unknown pit.

"It'll be good for you to clear your head," Zhang Yong sighed. "Mom always says she feels guilty towards Grandpa and Grandma. After all, they raised
her. It'll be good for you to go back and visit them, consider it a family visit. If they're having any difficulties, help them out. It'll fulfill
a wish for Mom."

"I know," Zhang Dong nodded solemnly.

In Zhang Dong's memory, Zhang Yong was always so steady and decisive. Although he was furious
when he couldn't find him when his father passed away, they were like brothers, and
Zhang Dong He figured this would be a lifelong regret for him, so he didn't want to upset him further.

"Okay, I'll go back to work now. Let me know if anything comes up." With that, Zhang Yong hung up.

Zhang Dong couldn't help but curse, thinking: "Sure enough, bureaucratic style. His personality hasn't changed in recent years, but he's got
quite the airs. Does he think I'm reporting to him? So arrogant!"

As Zhang Dong cursed inwardly, his phone received a text message.

"Hello, your savings account ending in xxx has received a transfer of 400,000 yuan!"

400,000 yuan? Zhang Dong was dumbfounded, thinking: What has my brother been doing over there these past few years? I heard that even
selling heroin doesn't yield that much profit now. Could he have dug up someone's ancestral grave and gotten some antiques?

Zhang Dong checked the time; it was already past ten o'clock. Breakfast was over, but lunch was still a while away.

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, Zhang Dong took a shower while he still had some energy.

His clothes from yesterday were all sweaty and sticky, which was very uncomfortable. Zhang Dong felt much better after changing into clean clothes.
In the hot summers of the South, shorts, short sleeves, and flip-flops are always the most comfortable combination.

This outfit was very casual, but it also made him look rather idle. That's probably why I've always been so
unpresentable . Zhang Dong looked at his casual clothes with boredom, laughing self-deprecatingly, thinking: I really am
out of touch with fashion.

After slinging his shoulder bag over his shoulder, organizing his things, and closing the door, Zhang Dong went downstairs.

Behind the counter on the first floor, instead of the shy and polite young girl Ling'er from last night, and the middle-aged man who usually swarmed around
customers the young woman who had been bathing in the room the night before. She was now
listlessly watching a boring TV program, yawning even in broad daylight.

Black shorts clung to her firm, rounded buttocks, full and unusually voluptuous. She wore a t-shirt, and last night
it to tell that her breasts were so full; they were bulging, straining against the fabric, almost bursting out,
looking extremely impressive—at least a 38D.

The woman was nearly thirty, with a braid that gave her a playful and alluring air. Her skin was fair, and her
beautiful features exuded a subtle charm. She didn't look like a country woman at all. Although her attire was simple,
with a little effort, she could rival any so-called city lady.

What a beauty! Zhang Dong couldn't help but swallow hard. He walked over seriously, placed the room key on the counter,
and said in a gentle tone, "Please clean the room. Also, I'd like to extend my stay."

The idea of extending his stay was a spur-of-the-moment thing. He didn't know why, but when he saw this young woman, he
naturally felt this urge.

"Wait."

The woman recognized Zhang Dong and immediately stood up, waving the booklet in her hand. She said, "You can extend your stay,
but the paperwork from last night isn't finished."

The woman was wearing a tight-fitting t-shirt with a high neckline, barely showing any cleavage. However, when she
suddenly stood up, her breasts were surprisingly large and impressive; even through her clothes, one could feel the powerful
impact.

"What paperwork isn't finished?"

Zhang Dong unconsciously swallowed again, quickly averting his gaze.

This woman was no pushover; Zhang Dong didn't want to get a scolding.

"No deposit!"

The woman spoke without noticing Zhang Dong's gaze, angrily saying, "That girl Ling'er is really something,
letting people move in without even taking a deposit. If anything is missing, I don't know how many nights' worth of money will be needed to make up for it."

The woman's tone was almost like treating Zhang Dong like a thief. Zhang Dong immediately frowned, slammed his hand
on , and shouted, "Go upstairs and check! I'm packing my things and checking out!" "Huh?"

The woman was stunned, staring blankly at Zhang Dong.

"Check out!" Zhang Dong immediately shouted, thinking: What a joke! I was kicked out of the state-run guesthouse last night
, and now I'm being treated like a thief here. Damn it! I'm not rich and have nowhere to spend my money, why should I suffer this kind of humiliation
here !

At this moment, the noise seemed to have alerted others. The door behind the counter opened, and Ling'er
ran out wearing denim shorts and a shirt. She seemed to have just woken up, her hair was disheveled, her clothes were slightly wrinkled, and her pretty face had a
youthful yet charming sexiness.

"Sister, what are you doing?"

Ling'er immediately ran behind the counter. When she saw Zhang Dong, she was stunned for a moment and said, "Sir, is there something you need?"

"Check out." Zhang Dong said, clearly annoyed.

"Weren't you extending your stay? Why are you canceling?" the woman muttered irritably. "Crazy! She didn't even pay
the deposit and she's so rude."

"Sir, it's alright." Ling'er immediately interrupted the woman, glaring at her fiercely. She turned to
Zhang Dong and said politely, "You want to extend your stay? I'll help you with the paperwork." What a shrewd young businesswoman,
seemingly oblivious to the words "canceling."

The woman snorted in dissatisfaction, glared at Zhang Dong again, and
yawned saying, "Perfect timing, I have an appointment to play mahjong. You handle the counter matters. I'll head out now."

"Sister!"

Ling'er's face flushed with anger, but she had no choice. She quickly said to Zhang Dong, "Sir, regarding the extension,
I forgot to register last night. Could you please show me your ID? Also, I was in a rush last night and forgot to collect the deposit. Could you please pay it all at once if it's
convenient ?"

Seeing how sweet Ling'er's words were, this was how business should be done—at least making people feel comfortable paying. Zhang Dong turned his head, glaring
fiercely at the swaying, sexy buttocks. He immediately pulled out the two thousand yuan and his ID card from his wallet,
generously saying, "Consider this as a deposit. I don't know how many days I'll be staying, so I'll leave it here for now."

"Okay, I'll give you a receipt right away!" Ling'er took the money and quickly got busy.

"Do you have a bank here?"

Zhang Dong checked his phone while Ling'er was busy, only then remembering he still had a lot to
deal with .

"Yes, but the road is very remote."

Ling'er said without looking up while busy, "How about this, when my brother-in-law comes back, I
'll give you a ride. I'm going out to buy something anyway."

"Brother-in-law?"

Zhang Dong was stunned for a moment, then thought of that sexy woman, thinking: Damn, I really don't know which dead pig
can seduce this sexy young woman every night?

"Yeah, the man who brought you here yesterday." Ling'er said naturally without looking up.

Damn! That short, ugly, and seemingly dull guy from yesterday? Zhang Dong cursed inwardly: What kind of world is this
? With her sister's looks, even as a mistress, she could hook up with a high-ranking official at the municipal level. How could she marry such an
insignificant guy? What a bizarre match!

Just thinking about the two of them sharing a bed, that middle-aged man sleeping with such a beautiful woman,
made Zhang Dong inexplicably angry, and his face grew increasingly gloomy.

The electric scooter was a bit old, wobbling and uncomfortable to ride. Zhang Dong, who was over 170 centimeters tall,
always felt a bit unbalanced sitting in the back, worried that the wheels might roll off unexpectedly.

Ling'er drove carefully, her face flushed from the sun, her long hair glistening with fragrant sweat,
making her look even more charming and lovely. Her long ponytail swayed back and forth, the fragrance emanating from her hair intoxicating.
Her white t-shirt was covered in sweat stains, and you could vaguely see a skin-colored bra underneath, her snow-white skin peeking out.
That youthful, invincible feeling, even without touching it, one could imagine the incredible elasticity of her body.

"What's your name?" Zhang Dong, his heart itching from the touch of Ling'er's hair, asked, trying to make conversation.
"My name is Lin Ling."

Ling'er was focused on driving and didn't dare turn around when she spoke.

"Lin Ling, that's a nice name," Zhang Dong complimented.

"By the way, do you know Chenjiagou?" Zhang Dong asked after thinking for a moment.

"Yes, everyone around here knows it,"

Lin Ling nodded, saying somewhat strangely, "But that place doesn't have a good reputation. It's in a very remote
mountain area, a poor and desolate place, with hardly any houses. People say it's so poor that even birds wouldn't shit there, the men become thieves, and
the women become prostitutes. It's a really awful place."

"Oh," Zhang Dong responded, thinking thoughtfully.

At this moment, the car stopped on a slightly busier street.

"We're here."

Lin Ling seemed a little listless. Turning around, she said, "Brother, I'll give you the restaurant's address. You can go back after
you . I still need to buy some things."

"Okay." Zhang Dong got out of the car and said gratefully, "Thank you, Ling'er."

"It's nothing."

Lin Ling hesitated for a moment and said, "If you want to go to Chenjiagou, you can't today. It rained the day before yesterday, and the road
there is blocked by collapsed sand and gravel. Even if it's cleared quickly, it will take two or three days. Try your luck again in a couple of days and see
if you can get through."

"Okay."

Zhang Dong nodded, looking at this refreshing and lovely girl, and couldn't help but ask, "By the way,
what are you going to buy?"

"Some soap and daily necessities. Brother, I'm going now." After saying that, Lin Ling seemed a little embarrassed and ran off
in a flash .

Such a charming and lovely girl, with a little dressing up, would be a top-notch pure goddess in the city. In this
rural place, it goes without saying that even though she was without makeup, her delicate and cute face attracted many people's attention along the way.
"A young girl like her isn't bad either."

Zhang Dong chuckled, stroking his chin, his eyes lingering on Lin Ling's retreating figure with lustful intent.

The small town actually had some more bustling areas, at least an old-fashioned nightclub-like entertainment venue.

This West Street was supposedly the liveliest place, lined with shops on both sides, but the goods sold were rather
shabby , mostly cheap street vendor items at very low prices.

But though small, it had everything it needed; despite being a small place, it had several banks. Being state-owned
enterprises, regardless of their profitability, their facades were quite grand, even better than so-called restaurants.

Around noon, only one teller sat behind the counter, yawning.

As soon as Zhang Dong entered, he took out his card, called to confirm the account number, filled out a remittance form, and handed his gold card to
the counter.

The teller glanced at the gold card, somewhat stunned. After swiping it, her eyes lit up, and she looked up, saying, "
Sir , withdrawing and transferring money from another city like this is very expensive. I suggest you open a card here, transfer the money here first
, and then send the transfer. The fees will be much cheaper."

"No need, it's not much money," Zhang Dong said, playing on his phone without looking up.

"Oh,"

the teller said, somewhat disappointed, but still proceeded with Zhang Dong's request.

After waiting a while and transferring all the money, Zhang Dong tidied his backpack and realized he had no cash on him . He then took out another
20,000 yuan and put it in his pocket before leaving.

When Zhang Dong walked out of the bank, he felt completely relieved. He had paid off all his debts and credit card bills, and
had over 200,000 yuan left in his account, enough for him to squander for a long time.

Thinking back to his time in Guangzhou, watching business owners lavishly spend money in entertainment venues, surrounded by scantily clad women
, the extreme temptations of such extravagance made Zhang Dong's blood boil. He gritted his teeth and shouted,
"I want to live that kind of decadent life too! That's what a human life should be like!"

Although West Street was lined with shops, it was rather backward. The clothing stores mostly sold outdated styles,
failing to entice him to buy anything. After wandering around, Zhang

Dong felt no interest whatsoever. He wanted something to eat, but most of the street vendors sold greasy snacks like egg pancakes.
There were plenty of local stir-fries and bento boxes, but they were crowded, requiring long queues. The customers were all laborers who had worked hard
all day; the overwhelming stench of sweat repelled Zhang Dong even before he got close.

Hungry as he was, the food here just didn't appeal to him, leaving Zhang Dong extremely frustrated. He hailed a
motorcycle and prepared to return to the hotel to buy instant noodles.

Back at the hotel, the honest, taciturn middle-aged man was at the counter.

Seeing Zhang Dong walk in listlessly, the middle-aged man immediately stood up, offering him a cigarette
while laughing, "Big brother's back? You must be hot!"

Damn, "Big brother!" Even knowing it was just politeness, Zhang Dong almost spat out blood.
He thought: This guy has dark, dry skin and a face full of wrinkles. Although he didn't know his actual age, he looked like
an old farmer who'd been farming for over forty years. Only

when the middle-aged man stood up did Zhang Dong realize he was less than 160 centimeters tall, seemed to have
some kind of leg defect, and his posture was a bit awkward. The only redeeming quality was his honest and simple appearance; at least his smile was
pleasant to look at.

However, the thought of that glamorous young woman being his wife made Zhang Dong's mind race, and a fire
ignited within him. Of course, he couldn't beat him up over such a trivial matter.

Zhang Dong took the cigarette, lit it, and silently brooded over some inexplicable anger.

Envy? Jealousy? Hatred? Behind every woman you want to sleep with, there's always a man who's had enough of sleeping with her.
"What's your name?" Zhang Dong asked politely, but the more he looked at the middle-aged man, the more irritating he became. He thought, "Is it really true that
fools are lucky? This man seems utterly useless. What tricks did he use to win over such a
beautiful wife?

" "My surname is Chen, and my name is Chen Dashan," Chen Dashan chuckled, his name as old-fashioned as his appearance.
"How old are you?"

Zhang Dong asked, puffing on his cigarette, adopting a casual, conversational stance. "I'm thirty-one this year,"

Chen Dashan replied, his smile always harmless, even a little awkward.

"Damn!" Zhang Dong couldn't help but curse, thinking, "He looks only thirty-one? What a joke!
He must have been thirty-one twenty years ago! I'm twenty-eight this year, and everyone says I look older than I am
. I'm already middle-aged, and nobody believes I'm under thirty. But this Chen Dashan is even more outrageous. He's thirty-one but
looks like he's over fifty. Isn't he aging way too fast?" Last night I thought he was Lin Ling's father
!

Just as Zhang Dong was chatting with Chen Dashan, trying to find out about his wife's background, the door was pushed open.

Lin Ling, covered in sweat and with rosy cheeks, looked extremely cute as she carried a box in, calling out loudly,
"Brother-in-law, come and help!"

"Okay!" Chen Dashan responded and ran over.

"Big brother, you're back too."

Upon seeing Zhang Dong, Lin Ling's pretty face immediately turned red, appearing very shy. The box in her hands was
brightly colored, with the three words "Durex" in vibrant colors standing out, completely at odds with her innocent appearance.
"Yeah, I'll help you."

Zhang Dong hesitated for a moment before offering his assistance.

"No, no need!"

Lin Ling hurriedly shook her head, but Zhang Dong had already snatched the box from her hands. In that instant, he
touched her sweaty hand, feeling its exceptional softness and comfort.

Chen Dashan diligently carried the things into the house, and Zhang Dong also put his things in. He was surprised to find
several .

After finishing, Lin Ling quickly poured Zhang Dong a glass of water, saying shyly, "I'm sorry, brother,
thank you for your help."

"It's nothing."

Zhang Dong waved his hand, curious about why they bought so many condoms, but looking at the
pretty , he couldn't bring himself to ask.

"Ling'er, you haven't eaten yet, have you?" Chen Dashan, gulping down cold water beside him, panted heavily. "Your sister
didn't cook again. I bought egg pancakes for lunch. If you're hungry, go buy something to eat outside."

"Okay, brother-in-law, you can keep an eye on things."

Lin Ling nodded, clearly having also missed lunch.

"Um... Ling'er..." Zhang Dong was a little hesitant because Chen Dashan was nearby, worried about appearing to be seducing someone's sister-in-law
. However, patting his empty stomach, he still said, "I haven't eaten either. Take me with you, it's my treat."

"Oh, okay."

Lin Ling seemed surprised by Zhang Dong's offer, and after a slight pause, she agreed.

In the high temperature, Lin Ling's shirt was damp with sweat, clinging to her supple skin, making her
lingerie appear even more alluring.

Once outside, Lin Ling wiped the sweat from her flushed face with a tissue and softly asked, "Big brother,
what do you want to eat?"

"Your local specialties, the more unique the better."

Zhang Dong was slightly taken aback, thinking: When did I become interested in young girls? However, Lin Ling's pure and lovely appearance,
along with her sweet and charming looks, could indeed satisfy the darker desires of some sister-obsessed men.

"This..."

Lin Ling said hesitantly, "I can't go far; I have to watch the shop at noon. There's a decent
restaurant nearby, but it's quite expensive..."

"No problem, it's on me."

Zhang Dong immediately patted his chest, confidently declaring, "Don't let my good physique fool you, I'm a total
foodie. I don't care about good food."

"Cheers..."

Lin Ling was about to say something when her stomach rumbled, and she blushed instantly, feeling a little awkward for
some .

"You must be hungry, right? Lead the way, I want a big meal."

Zhang Dong feigned hunger, secretly chuckling to himself; it seemed Lin Ling was starving. Lin Ling
wanted to say something polite, but subconsciously gripped the thin wad of cash in her pants, then nodded, seemingly afraid of...
If Zhang Dong asked her to treat him, he wouldn't have the money to pay.

Zhang Dong and Lin Ling walked one after the other into the alley next to the restaurant.

The alley was lined with old houses, and a particularly eye-catching shop was a bustling one, also
converted from an old house. There wasn't even a sign in front, but both sides were densely packed with bicycles and motorcycles,
indicating good business.

The small storefront was piled high with boxes of beer and drinks, and the rest of the space was occupied by refrigerators and storage cabinets.
There wasn't a single waiter at the door. As

Zhang Dong and Lin Ling entered the shop, a commotion immediately ensued.

It was a fairly large courtyard, filled with square tables, all occupied, with several waiters carrying dishes
weaving through the crowd.

The shop was doing very well; many tables seemed to be shared, making it look rather chaotic. "

Business is so good?"
Zhang After waiting for a while, someone finally came to serve them, but by then there were no seats left.

The young waitress seemed to recognize Lin Ling. She looked at Zhang Dong with a puzzled expression and said, "Ling'er, why
aren't you ordering today? There are no seats left. Wait

a bit, I'll call you when a seat becomes available." The courtyard was noisy; some people were even squatting on the ground eating. However, there were several relatively clean doors in the dilapidated courtyard
. Zhang Dong was momentarily puzzled; it seemed there were private rooms. He thought to himself: I wonder what their specialties are
. It's almost afternoon, and the business is still so good.

When Zhang Dong asked if there were any private rooms, the young waitress immediately nodded and said solicitously, "
There's one left, just cleared out. Would you like it?"

"No!" Before Zhang Dong could speak, Lin Ling quickly shook her head and said, "We'll
just wait here for a bit. Let us know when a seat becomes available."

"Why not?"

Zhang Dong looked at the noisy environment and was immediately filled with doubt: Wouldn't it be better to have some peace and quiet? "It's very expensive,"
the young waitress said kindly. "Our private rooms are actually just rooms inside the main room. Each room costs ten yuan,
calculated per person, plus ten yuan per person for tea. There are only two of you eating; it's not worth wasting money."

"Yeah, it's not worth it," Lin Ling added. Paying thirty yuan for a seat before even eating
was definitely an outrageous clause in this small place.

"It doesn't matter, I'm hungry. A private room it is,"

Zhang Dong said, his stomach cramping slightly. Since he had a female companion, he couldn't be stingy, so he immediately
nodded .

"Okay, this way please,"

the young waitress immediately winked at Lin Ling, then led the way, wondering who Zhang Dong was,
thinking: Could he be Ling'er's boyfriend?

Lin Ling glared at the young waitress, but not wanting to offend Zhang Dong, she immediately followed.
It was called a private room, but it was incredibly shabby. Less than ten square meters, it was furnished with the same wooden tables and chairs as the outside rooms.
The space was so cramped that only a few people could sit there. The walls were damp and bluish-black, and the floor was concrete—
basically a concrete room, and an old one at that.

As soon as Zhang Dong sat down, he was immediately angry. He thought, "They dare call this a private room? Even a regular restaurant
wouldn't be this bad!"

Fortunately, there was air conditioning, and the cool breeze calmed him down a bit; otherwise, Zhang Dong would have really wanted to flip the table.

Outside, the sun was blazing, but the cool air in the small space was indeed refreshing. Lin Ling, though her face was still flushed, clearly took a deep breath in comfort after
sitting down .

At this moment, the young waitress, setting out the bowls and chopsticks, glanced at Zhang Dong with a teasing look, waved the menu,
and chuckled , "How about it, Sister Ling'er? How about the signature five dishes and one soup?"

"Get lost! Why would two people eat so much?" Lin Ling immediately glared
at and said, "We'll just order simple meals. Don't treat us like rip-offs, you gossip!"

"Oh, so you know how to save money for us!" the young waitress continued teasingly, "You eat
fried rice and congee all day long. Don't you know how to treat yourself? You can't lack nutrition during your developmental stage, or you might suffer
from maldevelopment."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Lin Ling's pretty face immediately turned red. She instinctively looked at her slightly flat chest, snatched the menu from the waitress's hand, and
said, "I'll have a chicken fried rice and a bowl of soup!" "What's the signature five dishes and one soup?"

Zhang Dong was interested, and seeing the somewhat ambiguous atmosphere created by the young waitress's teasing, and looking at Lin Ling's
delicate and cute appearance, he couldn't help but feel a little itchy inside.

"Don't listen to her, it's ridiculously expensive." Seeing Zhang Dong's interest, Lin Ling immediately said nervously, "This place is a rip-off
, their signature dishes are ridiculously expensive, there are only two of us, we can't possibly finish it all, we can't order that much."

"Is it really good?" Zhang Dong pretended not to hear and asked with a hint of craving.

"Guaranteed to be delicious!" The young waitress said confidently, patting her noticeably larger breasts, and
said proudly, "Our signature five dishes and soup sell out every day, not a single piece is left overnight. The restaurant only makes
that much each day, sometimes when business is good, we don't even sell dinner, we close at noon, so you tell me if it's good or not?"

"Okay, one order, please!"

Seeing how seriously the young waitress spoke, Zhang Dong's mouth watered, unable to resist trying this popular
local delicacy.

"Okay, three hundred and eighty-eight yuan, thank you for your patronage." The young waitress responded, immediately writing out
the bill , ready to collect the money.

Damn, this is such a rip-off, asking for money before even eating! " And in such a small place, five dishes and
a soup are ridiculously expensive! That's outrageous!" Zhang Dong was immediately annoyed and looked at Lin Ling with suspicion.

Lin Ling was clearly also a little tempted, but she nodded and explained, "This is the rule here.
You have to pay for everything first because it's very busy during peak hours and there's almost no one to supervise. In the past, many people
would eat and then run off in the chaos, so now you have to pay for everything first."

"It's like a king's business," Zhang Dong muttered unhappily, taking out his wallet, counting out four bills, and handing them over.
"Please wait, your money won't be wasted."

The young waitress took the money, carefully checked its authenticity, and immediately ran to call for the dishes.

Chapter 3, The Old Restaurant

After waiting for a while in the private room, the young waitress came in and gave Zhang Dong a little over a hundred yuan, saying that
three dishes were sold out.

The tea served in the private room was strange; many southerners might not be used to it, but Zhang Dong tasted it immediately.
"Oh, I thought it was something rare, but it's just barley tea, which is common in Northeast China. It might be a bit
unusual here, but in the north, it's the first choice for free tea, incredibly cheap."

Lin Ling seemed a little embarrassed, constantly pressing buttons on her phone.

Those old-fashioned keypad Nokia phones are rare these days; almost every young girl has an iPhone
. This surprised Zhang Dong, considering Lin Ling's family seemed quite well-off for this small town. To be able to
run a restaurant in such a small place, even if she didn't have much money, her sister certainly did, right?

"Ling'er, how's your business?" Zhang Dong started making conversation, as sitting together without speaking
made the atmosphere a bit awkward.

"It's alright,"

Lin Ling nodded, her expression somewhat awkward, unwilling to say more.

Zhang Dong didn't pry too much, since he wasn't familiar with the Lin sisters, and if he kept asking, it would seem like he had
some ulterior motive. So he changed the subject, talking about the rip-off restaurant, and Lin Ling started talking more,
though still softly, at least she spoke.

It turns out this restaurant was originally a state-owned restaurant, which was later sold to a private individual after the reform and opening up.

Zhang Dong muttered to himself: No wonder it's so arrogant. State-owned enterprises were all like that back then.
But this boss is arrogant enough. Isn't he afraid of offending customers by doing business this way?

When the restaurant was restructured, the head chef sold his house and land to buy it.
Most of the best-selling dishes here are made by him. In addition, nine out of ten people in the kitchen are his apprentices. This restaurant naturally became
a private business, and the business is even better than before.

"Damn, what did they do with all the money they made?" Zhang Dong looked at the simple decoration and couldn't help but curse: "Where
is the money?!"

Lin Ling's tone was a little envious and a little gossipy.

The chef was from the Chaoshan region, where people tend to have as many children as possible. Even during the
era of strict family planning, they were willing to be fined into bankruptcy to have more children. This chef was a typical Chaoshan man,
with four daughters and two sons. He was very traditional and conservative, with little entertainment, and a strong sense of male chauvinism. His wife
stayed home to take care of the children and rarely went out.

The chef was strict, but somewhat doting on his children. Although people in that region favored sons over daughters,
having two sons was troublesome, and he especially loved his daughters.

Although the chef was illiterate, he wanted his children to study hard and valued education highly.

After the restaurant came under his management, even the accountant couldn't calculate how much money he made each year, but everyone
knew he was wealthy. All four daughters were academically excellent and went on to study abroad after university. Except for one daughter who
worked in Hong Kong, the other three daughters lived in Western-style houses and some even married foreign husbands. The eldest son was also intelligent; after
studying abroad, he worked in Singapore and was said to be a CEO, earning a small fraction of what would be considered a high income in China.

Logically, such a family should be harmonious and happy, but every family has its own troubles. What
troubled was his overly spoiled youngest son.

Spoiled by his parents and siblings from a young age, this son developed a host of bad habits. He dropped out of junior high school after
getting into a fight a hoodlum. He stole money from home to eat and drink extravagantly, associating
with a group of bad friends who would get into fights and trouble. Before long, he was proficient in all vices, including drinking, gambling,
and .

Every year, the chef had to beg and plead to settle these matters, otherwise, the youngest son would have
been in jail for many years.

The chef had a bad temper and had tried beatings and scoldings, even reportedly beating his son with a steel pipe until he was hospitalized,
but he still couldn't change his bad habits.

In the coastal areas, there's a peculiar form of gambling called Mark Six, which has a huge number of addicted people, comparable to the number of
gamblers for the Double Color Ball lottery in the north. The youngest son was addicted to the Mark Six lottery. He rented a place and spent
all day playing mahjong, then stared at the Mark Six lottery, constantly fantasizing about getting rich overnight.

This youngest son had no other talents, but when it came to gambling, he was a genius. Mahjong, Texas Hold'em, Bullfighting,
Three Card Poker—anything related to gambling, he was good at. His hands were always busy, his mind never idle. He'd bet on
sports on the phone, and he was also involved in the Mark Six lottery. Few gamblers could be as well-rounded as him.

But nine out of ten gamblers lose. One after another, IOUs were written up, and groups of creditors came knocking on the door. It was said that the chef paid off
millions of dollars in gambling debts for his youngest son every year.

Others shook their heads and sighed. A fortune couldn't withstand a son's squandering. However, the chef's family was quite
wealthy ; despite such extravagant spending, he hadn't borrowed money from anyone. So, how much had he actually earned over the years was truly
unimaginable.

"Damn, if that were my son, I'd shoot him against the wall!" Zhang Dong cursed inwardly after hearing this: What a terrible gambler
! With so much money to squander, all you need is to eat, drink, and whore. Are you worried about not having girls to seduce? A million a year
just sits on your ass, and countless girls will wag their tails and come crawling to you. Why gamble?!

Lin Ling instantly understood Zhang Dong's meaning, blushed slightly, and felt a little awkward, but still
nodded saying, "Yeah, we've all been saying that if Old Lang hadn't had this son, he might be the richest man in this town."
Those past few years, the chef had been complaining about being poor, but just supporting his children's education abroad was a huge sum every year.
You might believe he hadn't saved much money, but to say he hadn't made any money was unbelievable.

"It's good it'll be flushed down the drain," Zhang Dong muttered jealously, thinking that this restaurant was a goldmine
; with just a little renovation, its standards would be completely different from what they are now.

Lin Ling had said all that because the restaurant was going to be sold, and this matter had been making headlines recently.
The youngest son was so problematic, and with so many bad influences in the town, the chef, wanting a peaceful
retirement , made the difficult decision to sell the restaurant. After all, his four daughters were abroad, his eldest son was in
Singapore, and his children were generally filial, wanting him to come and enjoy a comfortable life with their grandchildren.

Although the chef was reluctant to leave, he had no choice but
to move . He hoped that in a foreign land, the son would change his ways.

"He's really willing to sell?"

Zhang Dong stared, wide-eyed. This was a golden goose; the chef had been rich from it for half his life. Was he really that bold
as to sell it ?

"Yes, he really wants to sell, but the asking price is high, and there are other conditions. It's scared everyone away," Lin Ling
said in a low voice, like a gossipy old woman. "His house, including the land deed, is worth no more than two hundred thousand yuan here."
"Including these tables, chairs, kitchen utensils, and such that we don't know how long they've been used, it's worth at most 250,000 yuan. But guess
how much he wants?"

"How much?" Zhang Dong asked, wondering why the property prices in this area were so low. But thinking about it, it made sense; this
restaurant wasn't on the main street, it was in an alley, how much could it be worth?

"500,000 yuan!" Lin Ling gestured, feigning shock, and said, "Think about it, who would want to take over with these
conditions ? There are rich people in this town, but
nobody would be willing to come up with so much cash to take over this shop all at once. The location is just too remote."

"Damn, this is robbery!" Zhang Dong couldn't help but curse, thinking: This owner really dares to ask for an exorbitant price. Even if
the restaurant is doing well, he can't ask for such an outrageous price! The selling point of this restaurant is its long history and great reputation, at most the kitchen's skill level is good. What if the kitchen staff abandons the business

after taking over ? Wouldn't that make him a sucker?
In this rural area,
the relationship is very close. With the head chef around, he can manage everyone. Who knows, if he leaves, the kitchen staff might start their own.
What's the point of paying for an empty shell then?

"The food's served!"

Just then, the door opened, and the young waitress came in carrying plates.

The five dishes and soup became two dishes and soup, enough for two people.

The young waitress deftly put the dishes down and was about to turn and go back to work when Zhang Dong, ever the gossip, immediately
called out to her, saying, "I have some questions for you."

The young waitress was pretty, with rosy cheeks. She wasn't exactly beautiful, but she was very cute. Seeing Zhang Dong call
her, she immediately wiped her sweat and smiled playfully, "No problem, ask away. I'm happy to enjoy the air conditioning here."
"What conditions did your boss include when he sold this shop?" Zhang Dong asked, immediately cursing
inwardly that the way he asked was inappropriate.

Zhang Dong turned around and saw that Lin Ling's expression was indeed somewhat embarrassed and displeased. Asking the question like that
was tantamount to not believing what she had just said, or suspecting she was exaggerating. Zhang Dong's heart tightened immediately: Damn it, when did I
ever act so thoughtlessly? I offended someone for no reason.

"Five hundred thousand, all cash!" The young waitress sat down, casually drinking her tea, and said,
"So you're here to look after the shop too. No wonder this stingy Ling'er came to the private room for a treat. Did I think it was a ghost?"

Lin Ling glared at the young waitress, then glared at Zhang Dong, sipping her tea,
too lazy to say anything.

"Isn't there anything else?" Zhang Dong could only pretend not to see Lin Ling's eye roll and asked, "Didn't you say there were
other conditions?"

"Yes, there is. The old man talked to a boss." The young waitress lowered her voice and
said mysteriously, "The people in the kitchen are all his apprentices. The old man said he could transfer them for a fair price of 250,000, but
the premise is that the contract must be registered with the industry and commerce bureau, and some kind of labor protection contract must be signed with his apprentices. I forgot how
many years is, but anyway, if they are willing to sign, he is willing to transfer them at a low price."

"I see."

Zhang Dong suddenly realized that this chef was also a meticulous person. He was going abroad to enjoy his grandchildren, but he was still
worried about these apprentices he had raised. Signing that contract was to protect their livelihood. He was probably afraid that the person
who took over would ruin his reputation and cause these apprentices to lose their stable income, so he wanted to arrange
their lives before leaving.

At this moment, someone outside the door called out something. The young waitress responded and ran out to get busy.
The private room fell silent for a moment. Lin Ling continued playing on her phone, seemingly still a little unhappy. She was somewhat emotional, and
all her feelings were written on her delicate face.

Zhang Dong turned around and felt a little embarrassed. He quickly called out, "Ling'er, eat."

"Okay, eat,"

Lin Ling nodded, but her tone was noticeably less enthusiastic than before.

Zhang Dong was a typical foodie, and the smell of the dishes made them look quite appealing.

The first dish was a seemingly ordinary stir-fried pork with chili peppers. In the south, where spicy food is less common, it was rare for chili peppers to be a signature dish in
a local restaurant, so they must have something special about them.

The second dish was a platter of braised meats, a specialty of Chaoshan, but it was pitifully small, seemingly leftovers from the kitchen:
goose liver, pig ears, goose wings, goose feet, and eggs and tofu that had been braised until they were almost black.

If a northerner saw this platter, they would probably be surprised, because the goose wings were rather
large. However, Zhang Dong had eaten this dish before when he was in Guangzhou, where there were many Chaoshan people, and he had been quite impressed then.

Lionhead geese are a specialty of the Chaoshan region. Adult male geese typically weigh between ten and twelve kilograms, their size
far surpassing that of ordinary northern geese. They are the largest meat geese in the world, and even in the Chaoshan region,
authentic . It's unexpected to see them in this remote place.

Zhang Dong picked up a piece of goose wing for Lin Ling, and her reaction softened slightly.

Although Lin Ling deliberately acted indifferent, her eyes lit up after taking a bite of the wing, her
playful demeanor making Zhang Dong chuckle.

Lin Ling blushed, glared at Zhang Dong, and then began to eat without ceremony.

The most important aspect of braised goose is the broth preparation, much like the chef's control of the heat. After just one bite, Zhang Dong's
eyes lit up . The goose meat was delicate, tender, and exceptionally smooth. Having eaten Chaoshan cuisine so many times in Guangzhou, he had never
tasted anything comparable to this nameless restaurant.

When Zhang Dong was in Guangzhou, a friend from Shantou brought back a whole braised goose after the Chinese New Year. It was indeed delicious
, perfect with both wine and rice. However, upon hearing the price, Zhang Dong hesitated. The friend had bought the goose from an old farmer
, and it cost two thousand yuan—a discounted price, after all. It felt like eating gold bars.

After ordering two bowls of steaming rice and taking a bite of the stir-fried pork with chili peppers, Zhang Dong understood why it was a
signature dish.

The stir-fried pork with chili peppers looked incredibly spicy, but upon tasting it, the flavor wasn't that overpowering; it was only mildly spicy,
a level that most southerners could tolerate.

The pork was tender pork shoulder, along with some heart meat. The chili peppers were local small sweet peppers,
as well as red peppers, Hangzhou peppers, and a type of small chili pepper commonly known as "rat teeth." There seemed to be some chili sauce added as well. The color looked
intimidatingly red, but the spiciness was subtle and fragrant, making it very
appetizing .

Zhang Dong ate it with great relish.

At this moment, Lin Ling picked up a piece of foie gras and handed it to Zhang Dong, saying somewhat shyly, "Brother, try this. I heard that
foie gras is all for export and is extremely expensive."

Zhang Dong was slightly taken aback, his heart bubbling with delight. He understood the reason for Lin Ling's shyness. He was only in a moment of distraction when
Lin Ling devoured half a bowl of rice, leaving only bones on the table. She
even eaten.

Lin Ling became even more embarrassed. After ordering another bowl of rice, she obediently picked up the empty bowl and served Zhang Dong soup,
saying shyly, "Big brother, please eat more. The food at this restaurant is very good."

"It is quite good," Zhang Dong said with a smile, looking at Lin Ling. He casually picked up a piece of pink foie gras and took a bite, immediately feeling
amazed.

The dark gray foie gras looked rough on the outside, and from a purely visual and aroma perspective, its appearance was extremely unappealing.
However, the moment it entered his mouth, the texture was exquisitely beautiful. It melted in his mouth, as if he hadn't swallowed anything at all.
The delicate, sweet aroma instantly lingered in his mouth, gently stimulating his taste buds, providing the
ultimate .

Zhang Dong ate in small bites, savoring the unique flavor. He thought to himself, "This is amazing! No wonder this restaurant
is so popular. Even in high-end restaurants in the city, you can't find this unique taste. Vegetables
grown with have lost their natural fragrance, and meat fed with feed has lost its natural aroma.

There's a reason why the food here is so expensive; the ingredients alone must be incredibly pricey. Although the service isn't
the best, the business is still booming. For this taste, even if there's a queue, Zhang Dong is willing to wait
for hours to satisfy his hunger.

" The soup was made with beef broth, topped with soft, tender white radish, and a few pitiful meatballs
floating on top—probably beef meatballs.

Zhang Dong couldn't help but think of the bursting, juicy beef balls in the movie "The God of Cookery," and immediately picked up the soup Lin Ling had served and started drinking.

The soup itself wasn't anything special, except for some yellowish particles floating on top. Zhang Dong recognized them—
the Chaoshan region likes to use minced garlic for seasoning, but unlike other places, they use garlic oil
. The garlic is fried in pork fat or goose fat until golden brown, producing a unique aroma.

Zhang Dong sipped the soup, feeling somewhat disappointed; it wasn't as amazing as he'd imagined. However, after picking up a beef ball and biting into it,
he was still quite satisfied.

This beef ball seemed to have some tendon added, giving it an exceptionally crisp texture. Even after being minced, it possessed a
unique elasticity and aroma, truly unlike anything else.

Beef balls from the Chaoshan area are famous because the beef in the north is mostly from beef cattle or yellow cattle, producing more meat,
but the texture is somewhat coarse. In the south, water buffalo is more common. Water buffalo have a high daily activity level, sweat a lot, and
have firm muscles with tight fibers.

It's said that the beef balls are made only from the hind leg meat of the cow, continuously pounded into a paste with a special iron rod, resulting in
its amazing elasticity.

Zhang Dong recalled a friend from Shantou jokingly saying that there used to be an old man at the market near their village who spent
most of his life making beef balls.
He'd work himself to the bone all day, only managing to make about twenty jin (approximately 10 kg). Back when beef was only a dozen yuan per jin, his beef balls could sell for a whopping sixty-one yuan, and demand still far exceeded supply. Even more remarkably,
when Zhang Dong passed by on his way to school, all the beef balls the old man had made that day were already pre-ordered.
The money was in his pocket before the balls were even made; if you didn't order before seven o'clock, you wouldn't get any.

However, when the old man finished making the beef balls in the afternoon and cooked them, the aroma was so enticing it made your mouth water. After

chatting for a while, Zhang Dong and Lin Ling, both starving, immediately focused on the food and began to devour it
.

Zhang Dong thoroughly enjoyed the meal. The only downside was that he spoke without thinking, which
annoyed . Although her anger had subsided, she still stubbornly sulked. She looked cute, but Zhang Dong felt
somewhat helpless. After all, he hadn't interacted with a girl her age in a long time and didn't know what she was thinking.

Zhang Dong thought to himself, these days a generation gap is every three years, so the gap between him and Lin Ling must be an ocean trench!

After finishing their meal, Zhang Dong wanted to ask a few more questions, but he underestimated the restaurant's business… Although it was
nearing dusk and the sky was full of sunset colors, as soon as the customers who finished eating left, new customers came in,
filling every seat , and the waiters were working themselves to the bone.

Afterwards, Zhang Dong and Lin Ling returned to the restaurant.

Lin Ling went straight to the empty counter, looked up at Zhang Dong, hesitated for a long time, and then
said , "Brother, there's nothing to do here tonight, do you want to get someone to accompany you?"

"Huh?"

Zhang Dong was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding.

Lin Ling blushed, seemingly wanting to say something professionally, but just didn't say it.

At this moment, Chen Dashan walked in from outside, carrying several freshly washed quilts. He was almost invisible, but
still said solicitously, "Brother, how could you not understand? These long nights need someone to keep you company, otherwise, life is hard to pass."

"No, no! Don't bother."

Zhang Dong understood; it was pimping.

Zhang Dong's refusal wasn't to portray himself as a saint, but what good women could a place like this have?
Zhang Dong didn't deny being lustful, but he would never waste his sperm on ordinary women, let alone prostitutes.
After all, it would cost money and effort; doing something so foolish would be too stupid. It would be much more satisfying to masturbate; at least he could
control the rhythm and save money with each stroke.

Thinking of the nightclubs in Guangzhou and Shenzhen, Zhang Dong suddenly felt a pang of pain in his groin and couldn't help but curse inwardly: These are
absolutely outrageous places. Paying girls to keep you company—what if they don't drink and pretend to be innocent? What's the point of paying them
? Sitting there felt like attending a funeral, utterly lifeless and boring. But if she drank, she might have a higher alcohol
tolerance than you, and without even participating, she'd still drink like crazy, acting like the drinks at those shady places were cheap.
She was just ripping you off, and might even act high and mighty. You'd give her a tip, she'd touch you slightly, and then say, "Sir,
please show some respect."

Zhang Dong thought: Damn, all that talk about morality and virtue! It's not the prostitutes that are hateful, it's the prostitutes pretending to be virtuous.

The service in those high-class places was a complete disaster, leaving too many unpleasant memories. Thinking about it
, Zhang Dong couldn't help but spit out a curse, losing all desire for prostitution.

Zhang Dong looked up at Lin Ling, inexplicably feeling annoyed, perhaps because he was surprised that
this seemingly innocent girl would say such things.

For some reason, Zhang Dong suddenly felt a surge of anger and said irritably, "Get out of the way, I don't need it."

"Oh, okay."

Lin Ling panicked a little, quickly lowering her head, pretending she hadn't said anything.

Chen Dashan looked uneasy for a moment, but after a silly chuckle, he grabbed the blankets and went to make the bed. He then turned around and went
out to pack other things.

Seeing this, Zhang Dong thought: "This guy, aside from everything else, is quite diligent. His only flaw is marrying such a beautiful
wife. After all, he's short, ugly, and good-for-nothing. He doesn't seem to have much money either. Isn't he
afraid

of being cuckolded?" Zhang Dong couldn't help but feel contemptuous. He thought of that alluring and sexy young woman again and couldn't help but sigh that a beautiful flower
isn't just stuck in cow dung, it's practically a cabbage being rooted up by a pig.

Lin Ling seemed very embarrassed, not daring to look at Zhang Dong, her head down as she played with her old phone,
lost in thought.

Just then, the door opened, and a purple figure rushed to the counter like a ball of fire, saying, "Ling'er, is your sister
in?"

"Upstairs." Lin Ling quickly got up and greeted, "Sister Li, my sister and the others are waiting for you."

"I just came to say I have something to say."

The person definitely weighed 150 pounds, but was definitely not 150 centimeters tall. Thick fat covered his face, and when he moved
, his entire body of fat swayed like waves. He shook his head and said, "Something urgent has come up at the factory, and I have to go back. I wanted to
call your sister, but I don't know what's wrong with her crappy phone, I can't get through. It's making me have to
make a special trip. I'm leaving now, you talk to her!"

The unknown creature raised his hand to check his watch, and then rushed out again in a hurry, coming and going like the wind, as if he had never been there
. He had the figure of Lydia Shum but the agility of Brigitte Lin.

From beginning to end, Zhang Dong was still in a daze. The moment the person disappeared, he was even more astonished,
secretly sighing : "The physiological structure of these alien beings is truly incomprehensible to Earthlings. I could never be worthy of
such a superior being.

" "Brother, could you watch the counter for me? I'm going upstairs."

Before Lin Ling could say anything, the woman ran off, leaving her helpless and timidly looking at Zhang Dong.
"No need, I'm going back to my room anyway. I'll tell her what's going on."

Zhang Dong snapped out of his daze, his mind immediately flashing back to the incredibly alluring young woman, her fiery figure swaying with every step, and
he couldn't help but feel a stirring in his heart.

"Oh, okay." Lin Ling thought for a moment. The counter couldn't be left unattended, and Zhang Dong had only stayed for a day and wasn't
very familiar with the area. She hesitated for a moment, then took out a bunch of keys and handed them to Zhang Dong, saying shyly,
"Brother, these are the keys to the rooms upstairs. Just tell my sister that Sister Li can't come."

"Okay."

Zhang Dong took the keys and immediately rushed up the stairs.

A young woman, a young woman… He didn't even know her name! Zhang Dong felt like he had become a child again, running up to the third floor in one
breath without even panting. When he opened the iron gate, he could faintly hear women's voices, seemingly
more than one. Their tone wasn't very polite, but the voices were muffled, and he couldn't make out what they were saying. The door to the room at the end of
the corridor was tightly closed. Zhang Dong quickly went up and politely knocked on the door.

The room fell silent. After a few light footsteps, the door creaked open.

With a bare face, long wavy hair cascading down her back, a purple silk nightgown subtly revealing her sensuality,
fair skin, a hot figure, and a deep cleavage that was almost impossible to look away from—
who else could it be but the allure that everyone dreamed of?

The young woman opened the door with a look of surprise, then immediately breathed a sigh of relief, saying, "It's you. I was wondering
which old hag I knew was so polite, even knocking. Checking the water meter?"

"This… what should I call you?"

Zhang Dong was momentarily speechless, instinctively swallowing hard, realizing he didn't know how to address her.
"Go away! Stop being so pretentious."

Lin Yan smiled dismissively and said, "Alright, sir, my name is Lin Yan. You're older than me, so
dare you call me 'sister'? I'll slap you if you dare."

"Lin Yan..."

Zhang Dong looked at Lin Yan's sexy nightgown with a distant gaze, inwardly sighing at what a waste,
but outwardly he still said seriously, "Um, Lin Ling asked me to come up and tell you that Sister Li
isn't coming."

"No way, that old hag." Lin Yan immediately flew into a rage, saying, "Damn it! We've been waiting for her for so
long for our mahjong game, and now she's not coming without even calling to tell me."

"What is it? Yanzi, why are you so loud!"

At this moment, another woman's voice came from inside the room. Unlike Lin Yan's fiery voice, this voice was very gentle
and kind, with a steady tone, making it particularly pleasant to listen to. "It's all because of Old Li, he actually said he wasn't coming."

Lin Yan walked back, waving her hand irritably. "It's so damn strange. He called this afternoon
saying he was itching for a fight and asked me to come find you guys. Now we've been waiting for ages, and he's saying he's not coming. He's messing with me."

Her words were crude, but they had a strange wildness about them, and Zhang Dong didn't mind.

Before she could even speak, Zhang Dong shamelessly followed her in. Looking at Lin Yan's swaying hips and
voluptuous , he swallowed hard, imagining how comfortable it would be to enter from behind.

It seemed this was the living room. Shoes were piled up messily by the door, and the shoe rack was full of high heels and women's
slippers . Entering, there was a large living room. Although the furnishings were simple, they looked quite cozy. Opposite
the door against the wall was a leather sofa that looked a bit old, with various clothes and even women's
underwear . The table was also messy, with bags of various snacks scattered around, looking extremely cluttered.
One side of the living room was very clean, with only an automatic mahjong table.

At this moment, two people were sitting around the mahjong table. One was an old woman who looked to be over forty years old, with a bloated figure and
a repulsive face . Zhang Dong ignored her and turned his gaze to the other woman, and was immediately amazed by her beauty.

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