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Chapter 284: Parents of the Future (19th Update)

Chapter 284: Chapter 284: Parents of the Future (19th Update)

Xiao Zheng closed the car door and walked towards the old flat house with two people, talking along the way, with a hint of sadness in his voice.

Luo Yusheng expressed his confusion, "Sect Leader, have you ever considered? For two people to die without anyone knowing, that’s very abnormal, especially in Huaxia, where mercenaries and assassins are forbidden."

"Isn’t that the truth? The only thing that I can’t figure out a reason for is this!"

Xiao Zheng stubbed out his cigarette, ready to enter the house to take a look, but just then, a strange voice came from behind him.

"Is that Brother Xiao?"

"Uh... What are you doing?"

Xiao Zheng turned around, and what he saw was Long Qie holding a little fatty by the neck, lifting him into the air.

The little fatty struggled desperately, but it was all in vain; all that remained was his hoarse screaming.

"Long Qie, stop!" Xiao Zheng felt that this guy looked somewhat familiar but couldn’t quite place him, so he could only stop Long Qie first.

"Yes, Mr. Xiao!" Long Qie obeyed and let go of the little fatty, not by gently putting him down, but by simply releasing his grip.

"Thud!"

The little fatty fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust, faceplanting the dirt, taking a long time to get back up.

He looked at Xiao Zheng, his face growing more and more joyful, "Brother Zheng, it really is you, it really is you."

"Who are you?" Xiao Zheng still couldn’t make out who the visitor was, completely baffled.

The little fatty grabbed Xiao Zheng’s hand firmly and shook it, saying annoyed, "Brother Zheng, it’s Fatty, you actually forgot me completely, that’s such a waste of our friendship."

"You are, Shen Erpang?" Of course, Xiao Zheng knew Shen Erpang, not only as his childhood playmate but also as a persistent nuisance.

"What’s the matter? Don’t recognize me?" Shen Erpang was confused, could I have changed that much?

"It’s been many years, you’ve gotten even fatter than before!"

Xiao Zheng took a serious look at the features of his face, noticing some similarities to when they were children, but the cheeks were now covered in layers of fat, and the change was indeed significant.

When they parted, Xiao Zheng was sixteen, and Fatty Shen was twelve. In the blink of an eye, so many years had passed, and the little fatty had turned into a real fatty, the guy was really all rolls of fat.

"They say a boy changes dramatically as he grows, but you’ve changed for the worse..."

"Hahaha... My parents say the same thing about me; they even worry I won’t be able to find a wife, that no one will want me."

Fatty Shen offered Xiao Zheng a cigarette, and the two of them were there puffing away.

The two seemed to have returned to their younger years, to those endlessly joyful days of youth.

"Brother Xiao, you even taught me how to shoot back then; your marksmanship was just so accurate, wasn’t it?"

"Pfft, it was just a plastic gun, and you still remember? But every time we had a gun battle, we’d leave each other covered in lumps."

"Yeah, and the parents would come after us to our homes. My mom beat me so bad, it was pitiful..."

"What’s that compared to me? My dad even broke his walking stick, and yet, my butt was just fine."

"Hahahaha..."

The two laughed heartily, just like two kids.

Long Qie and Luo Yusheng had never seen Xiao Zheng in this mode, both completely bewildered, staring like fools, sometimes chuckling along foolishly.

So Mr. Xiao had such a wretched childhood, huh? Truly, appearances can be deceiving, as the ocean’s depth cannot be measured. There’s a saying that goes, "You can see the old man when he was three," and it really holds up.

As kids, they turned the village upside down, and as adults, they’ve stirred the world into chaos—that’s Xiao Zheng for you, no doubt about it.

While the two of them daydreamed and pondered, the other two chatted away animatedly, and time slipped by quickly, with the day soon coming to an end.

"Fatty, Fatty... something’s happened!"

A gaunt figure suddenly ran over, shouting at the top of his lungs, disrupting the peace.

Shen Erpang immediately stood up and looked at the newcomer, a middle-aged man with strabismus, hair in disarray, covered in dust.

"Uncle Yang, what’s the matter? Chased by a dog?"

Uncle Yang, face filled with urgency, pointed toward the back of the village and said anxiously, "Erpang, Erpang, time is of the essence and you’re still joking? There’s been trouble at the Wenlong family’s home."

"Uncle, don’t worry, take a deep breath and relax, the sky isn’t falling."

Shen Erpang chuckled as he soothingly patted his back, helping him catch his breath.

Xiao Zheng asked, puzzled, "Wenlong? Is it Shen Wenlong’s family?"

"Exactly! It’s his home! The demolition crew has come, saying they’re going to force the demolition, starting with their house," Uncle Yang finally got his words in order, his eyes red with indignation.

Shen Erpang quietly moved next to Xiao Zheng and whispered, "You still remember Little Snotty Worm, right? It’s her family."

"Little Snotty Worm? Little sister Jiayi?"

"Yeah, she’s a flight attendant now, just got back last night."

Xiao Zheng visibly noticed that Shen Erpang’s cheeks reddened for a moment—it was the first time ever; could this guy actually blush?

"We’ve got an emergency, let’s not veer off topic. Let’s go, Uncle, lead the way!"

"Who are you? You look kind of familiar?"

As Uncle Yang walked, he stared straight ahead, unable to place the face no matter how hard he tried.

Without stopping, Shen Erpang glanced teasingly at Uncle Yang and said with a mischievous grin, "Uncle, don’t stare so hard with your cock eyes out again."

"You little runt, who’s got cock eyes? This is the face of a gifted man, blessed with unique talents."

"Please, a gifted man? Then I’m the reincarnation of Maitreya himself—we’re both equally plump."

"You little runt, move aside, don’t block the way..."

Hearing their squabbling, Xiao Zheng didn’t try to stop them and could only smile wryly.

He suddenly remembered Little Snotty Worm, also known as Shen Jiayi; in their childhood, both she and Erpang had been his little tagalongs. Because she was prone to a runny nose, she earned that nickname.

Shen Jiayi was adorably cute when she was little, very kawaii, and he wondered if she had grown up good-looking or ended up looking unfortunate.

If she turned out to be as "uniquely featured" as Erpang, that would be quite amusing.

...

Meanwhile, at the entrance to the Shen Wenlong family’s home.

Many villagers had gathered, all looking toward the excavator and a group of thugs with trepidation.

As Zhonghai City’s available building space dwindled, real estate magnates gradually turned their sights toward the suburbs.

And Fenglin Town was home to many urban villages, making them prime targets for these developers.

The villagers of Yang Family Village had agreed to stand united and had come to a common resolution; if their compensation demands were not met, they would not allow their houses to be demolished.

Their demands were simple: the compensation for demolition per square meter could not be less than ten thousand yuan, and they also wanted an apartment allocated for each square meter.

Logically speaking, these demands weren’t high, especially in a place like Zhonghai City where land was worth its weight in gold.

However, all capital operations are ruthless, seeking to squeeze the villagers’ bottom line.

So, the conflict arose.

In the real estate industry, there is a buffer known as the demolition company.

Developers looking to demolish buildings wouldn’t do it themselves; they hired demolition companies. No matter what methods you use, as long as you achieve the results I want, it’s fine. Even if something goes wrong, it’s the demolition company’s responsibility; it has nothing to do with my real estate company.