26: C26 Give Me Five Hundred or Call the Police

C26 Give Me Five Hundred or Call the Police

Several times he had been a day or two late in paying his rent, and the contents of the house had been nearly thrown out, and he had been very fussy about it, and now that he thought about it, that was true.

If the landlord was good, he wouldn't have used such a rotten door to open the door for Lingchen.

"Are you moving?"

The landlord asked curiously, "You found a place to stay?"

"Yeah."

Lingchen looked at the people from the moving company putting the stuff in the car and said to the landlord, "Stay in the mansion."

"Villa?"

Fatty widened his eyes and said in disbelief, "How did you get the money to live in a villa? You used to be a pauper who had to put off paying a month's rent. "

"If you were rich, would your girlfriend run away with someone else?"

Lingchen looked at the fatty and suddenly understood in his heart. So this fatty already knew that Zhao Yim and Tang Zhenyuan were having an affair.

He patted the house on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Do you know that a person's knowledge will limit a person's IQ?"

"Just like now, you wouldn't believe me if I said that I live in a villa."

Lingchen waved his hand and called for someone to carry the items. "Where are we moving these things?"

"A villa in the villa" The person casually gave out the address.

"Alright, I'm fine now. Thank you."

Lingchen let this person walk away again, then patted Fatty on the shoulder and jokingly said, "Did you hear that? You are the person with lower IQ that I just mentioned."

"Why did you suddenly live in a villa?"

Although Fatty was depressed in his heart, he was still shocked.

Lingchen said matter-of-factly, "Because we have money."

This was because only with money could one afford a villa. There was nothing wrong with this logic.

The landlord choked on Lingchen's words.

This time, he was already starting to regret it. If he was nicer to Lingchen in the past, Lingchen might even give him some benefits. But now, it seemed that there was nothing at all.

Wait a minute, how do you know if it's there or not if you don't try?

Fatty's eyes lit up as he thought of this.

Then, he said to the grinning Lingchen, "Lingchen, look at how long we've known each other. Now that you're leaving, is there anything to remember our friendship?"

After saying that, he even laughed and rubbed his hands.

"Yes, of course."

Lingchen seemed to remember something.

"Heh heh …"

Fatty stretched out his hand and watched Lingchen take something out of his pocket and put it in his hand. He took it over and looked. It was a lock, a rusty lock.

He looked a little familiar.1

It seems like he locked the door for Lingchen.

"Five hundred."

Lingchen said, "Use a broken door for me. Accompany me for 500, otherwise, call the police."

Fatty: "…"

After a long while, the corner of his mouth twitched as he said, "Are you serious?"

You, a person living in a villa, actually want to fuss over these 500 points.

The fatty said seriously, "It's not that easy to get my money."

Lingchen looked at the fatty and said in a serious tone, "But mine is."

Fatty: "…"

He was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood, but he was in the wrong. The door he gave Lingchen was very old and would rot if he used even a little bit of force. Thus, he really didn't dare to let Lingchen call the police.

"Alright, alright, I'll give it to you."

Fatty felt his heart ache as he probed, "Two hundred?"

"A thousand."

Lingchen was expressionless.

"Four hundred!" The fat guy gritted his teeth.

"Two thousand."

Lingchen was expressionless.

"Five hundred is five hundred." Fatty did not dare to say anything else. He immediately took out his wallet and gave Lingchen five hundred yuan.

He really wanted to vomit blood. His entire body was hurting.

He shouldn't have come today.

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