Free Web NovelChapter 2529: Chapter 1592: The Zhou of Xia, Shang, and Zhou (6k!)_2
"Aren’t you afraid your Sister Shurui will smack you?"
"Sister Shurui would never. She’s the gentle type."
Jiang Chen couldn’t help but laugh.
His schoolmate, the campus flower.
Gentle?
Why not ask the students from East University back then if they agree with that assessment.
"What about your Sister Liuli?"
"She’s not here either."
"Out on a date too?"
"Hehe~"
The Martial Saint didn’t continue to talk nonsense, "They went jogging, with me around, bro, don’t worry!"
Jiang Chen ignored his last comment.
Jogging’s great.
It’s good for health.
For someone sitting in the office all the time, you need to exercise.
As for the Daoist Sister, if she keeps eating junk food and binge-watching shows, leading to a gradual weight gain, then he... wouldn’t be able to explain to the old Taoist priest.
But speaking of which, she seems to have a natural gift. On the mountain it was because of limited conditions, but after coming off the mountain for so long, clearly living the good life with him and not dieting on purpose, apart from dressing more modern, her skin and weight seem unchanged.
It’s genetics, nothing to be jealous of.
"Why aren’t you jogging with them?"
"I have homework to do!"
The Martial Saint protested, then suddenly the video was interrupted, as a call came in for Boss Jiang.
"Mr. Jiang, someone named Zhou just arrived. Just entered the courtyard, alone."
Straight and to the point.
"Let him come up."
Hmm.
And the call ended just like that.
Jiang Chen acted as if nothing happened, sitting on the chipped and decaying "mahogany" sofa, picking up his water cup.
Young Master Zhou certainly wasn’t aware he was being watched, just like the second group who switched cars last time, not knowing why they ended up swimming in the moat.
Of course.
Different intentions, different outcomes.
Young Master Zhou had a smooth path, encountering no obstacles, but his pace was just too slow.
The reason being simply.
He wasn’t familiar with the terrain.
According to class division, this was equivalent to the territory of the Shudras, and he, a Brahman, in a normal world would never set foot here his whole life.
No streetlamps were around, only the messy clotheslines pulling the night along, and aside from the moonlight, the only other lighting came from some doors and windows letting through the light.
But that wasn’t a problem.
With advanced technology nowadays.
There’s navigation, you know.
Even if it’s the city center, in deep mountains and forests, as long as there’s a signal, once navigation is on, the mission will be accomplished.
Zhou Shaohua held his phone, following the navigation, while turning on his flashlight, with his other hand carrying something.
First time visiting, naturally he couldn’t come empty-handed.
This is traditional etiquette.
"You have successfully reached your destination, this journey has ended..."
Turning off his phone, Zhou Shaohua looked up, the rundown low-rise building before him was like an elderly person with skin ulcers, on their last legs, with the glowing windows like cracked scars.
"Tsk."
He couldn’t help but utter a sound without much meaning.
Some things, only when you see it in person, can you truly feel it.
Sha City surely produced an impressive recluse.
With heartfelt introspection.
He felt inferior.
Zhou Shaohua kept walking forward, gradually swallowed by the pitch-black staircase.
Not just jogging, climbing stairs is also exercise.
Guessing that Young Master Zhou hadn’t climbed stairs in ages, a slight sweat broke out by the time he reached the fourth floor.
New security doors lined both sides.
No house numbers.
So left or right, that’s the question.
Young Master Zhou looked left, then right, not wasting time unnecessarily, quickly made a choice.
He turned right, raised his hand, and knocked on the door.
"Knock knock knock... knock knock knock... knock knock knock..."
The series of knocks weren’t too heavy, but consistent in rhythm, quite loud in the quiet stairwell.
Soon after.
The door opened.
The person appearing wasn’t a woman, nor an elderly person, but a man younger than him.
The all-commanding Young Master Zhou in Sha City apologized with a smile, "Sorry, wrong door."
He turned to head to the other door.
The other person didn’t rush to close the door, probably on guard against a possible thief scouting, the light from inside cast Zhou Shaohua’s shadow, half lying on the floor, bleeding, and half on the wall.
Just two steps from the Fang Family, Zhou Shaohua suddenly stopped, stood there for a while, then turned back around just in time to find the person about to shut the door.
"Could I trouble you for a glass of water, if it’s convenient?"
Boss Jiang was certainly a polite person.
Though his home was quite bare, plain boiled water was certainly available.
The wrong-door-knocker, Young Master Zhou, acted as if nothing was wrong, carrying his stuff inside, subconsciously surveying the surroundings, seeing all the "relics," feeling even more deeply.
Is this.
A trip down memory lane, from hardship to sweetness?
Boss Jiang poured a glass of water, rest assured, not directly from the tap, it’s boiled.
Young Master Zhou thanked him with a smile, genuinely thirsty, he downed the water in one go.
"Want some more?"
Boss Jiang thoughtfully asked.
Never mind the "guest" principle, at least it was no big trouble, what’s the harm in doing a small good deed.
Don’t neglect doing good things just because they’re small.
Besides, with his skills, in a 1v1 situation, he really wasn’t worried about the other having ill intentions.
This wasn’t arrogance.
This was confidence.
He was just too familiar with Sha City.
"Thanks."
Young Master Zhou didn’t hold back, happily handing his cup back.
Boss Jiang refilled it for him.
After two cups, the heat from climbing stairs finally subsided.
"Next door, is that Lawyer Fang’s place?"
Young Master Zhou asked.
"You mean Fang Qing?"
"Yes."
Young Master Zhou nodded, "Do you know Lawyer Fang?"
Such a question was a bit naive and ignorant.
But thinking from another perspective.
It’s understandable too.
Nowadays, tall buildings act like private prisons, cutting off cultural warmth, neighbors on the same floor often not much different from strangers.
"I’ve lived here for twenty years, so has she, do you think we know each other?"
