Chapter 66. Dinner at the No. 2 canteen of Huada University that evening…

We ate dinner at the second canteen of Huazhong University of Science and Technology that night. Jiang Can ordered two casseroles, one with beef and one with crispy pork, and added a pancake for Shen Lang.

There were a lot of people around, and Jiang Can ran into several classmates. Shen Lang was especially gentle, serving Jiang Can food, wiping the grease from the corners of her mouth, and even helping her tie her hair.

This caused quite a few people to frequently glance in this direction.

Jiang Can: "Want another kiss?"

Shen Lang was pleasantly surprised: "Really?"

Jiang Can: ...

Of course you can't kiss in the cafeteria.

I reckon the news that she has a boyfriend will spread throughout the department very soon.

After dinner, Shen Lang wanted to stroll around the sports field. He expressed his desire to see how Huada University's sports field differed from Yuda University's. On the sports field, he held Jiang Can's hand and walked around the campus together. When they got tired, the two sat on the rubberized surface of the field. The ground was a bit hard, so Jiang Can could sit on his lap. The two snuggled together and talked softly.

A night breeze blew by, blowing Jiang Can's stray hairs across Shen Lang's face, making him feel a little itchy.

It itched to the core.

In the distance, two boys were playing guitar and singing a love song. Many people were drawn to listen, and they could hear them very clearly because they were not far away.

Same sky, same face

I am right in front of you, just like you.

Same road, same shoes

I can't live without you.

Jiang Can looked up and secretly kissed Shen Lang on the cheek.

It's so dark, no one will see it.

Shen Lang looked at Jiang Can with a smile in his eyes and a dazzling light in his peach blossom eyes. No one could resist him.

Jiang Can's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of his chest.

Jiang Can looked away, her face burning hot.

The two listened to the song for a long time before holding hands and leaving the playground, leaving the school and going home.

Shen Lang went to check if the clothes were dry. It was so hot, and with the fan blowing on them, they were all dry!

Jiang Can: I understand, I understand, I'll wear it.

The light blue printed four-piece bedding set that Shen Lang had washed in the afternoon was dry, so he changed into it.

The 1.8-meter Simmons bed is so soft and bouncy, it's so comfortable to sleep in.

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The next day, Shen Lang and Jiang Can went to a real estate agency to inquire about information on second-hand homes.

The two planned to take their time choosing and buy when they found something suitable.

As a result, I met many Beijing residents selling houses at the real estate agency.

They all sold their houses to go abroad.

The real estate agent who greeted them was named Wang Aiguo, a man in his thirties wearing black-rimmed glasses. He led Jiang Can and his companion inside and served them tea.

Jiang Can stated his needs: he wanted a second-hand house or land in the suburbs.

Get a bargain.

She was a hamlet, waiting to build a factory or be relocated.

Wang Aiguo said with a smile, "Our company has all kinds of properties, we guarantee your satisfaction."

He showed Jiang Can and Shen Lang a stack of house floor plans.

In a village on the outskirts of the city, many people are buying houses and land to go abroad and make their fortune. If Jiang Can wants large tracts of land, that place would be perfect.

After introducing the land, he enthusiastically promoted the courtyard house to Jiang Can, saying, "These are houses passed down from our ancestors. Even decades from now, they'll still be comfortable to live in. They're spacious, the courtyards are cozy, and the layouts are particularly well-proportioned. Look at this one, it has two courtyards, and it's very well preserved. There are flowers, a pond, and fruit trees in the yard, it's incredibly cool. The location is also great, in Tongluoguxiang. If you want to go to Tiananmen Square to watch the flag-raising ceremony, it's just a short walk away." He said, "Buying this house is a sure win."

His eyesight is so sharp; he's already recognized Jiang Can. And looking at Shen Lang's attire, both of them are clearly well-off.

However, whether they actually have the money or not remains to be seen.

Don't let it be a case of all that looks good on the outside but is actually bad on the inside.

Manager Wang then introduced another property: "This one has a small entrance and a small yard. However, the owner takes good care of it, and the yard is full of fruit trees."

To be honest, both Shen Lang and Jiang Can were a little tempted.

It has a good location and a spacious yard.

Most importantly, it's close to the city center.

Shen Lang and Jiang Can both believed that China would definitely rise, and that Beijing, as the capital, would definitely develop rapidly in the future, with land and real estate prices only going up.

Seeing that the two were interested, Manager Wang drove them to see the house.

The car is a somewhat old Santana, probably quite a few years old, and the engine is a bit noisy.

Shen Lang got into the car, looked down and saw a small clump of brown curly hair under the car, then looked at Manager Wang who was driving.

When they arrived at the location, Manager Wang used the key to open the door. This courtyard house was very different from the courtyard houses in Liaoxian County. The old courtyard houses in Liaoxian County were either mud-brick houses or brick and tile houses, and the courtyards were not very well-maintained.

This is a two-courtyard siheyuan (traditional courtyard house), very large in scale and with an elaborate layout, just like the mansion of a high-ranking official in a TV series, complete with covered walkways and hanging flower gates!

The courtyard is deep and secluded, with many rooms, and it is very tranquil.

You can't hear any sounds from outside from inside the courtyard.

In the past, this house was the residence of high-ranking officials of the third rank or above; how could it not be exquisite?

Shen Lang loved it. It was so quiet, and no matter what he was doing, no one outside could hear him. If he brought Tiger to raise, with such a big yard, Tiger could run around however he wanted.

Jiang Can also quite likes it. With such a large area, how much compensation would he have to pay if it were demolished in the future?

This house is so close to the city center. If it develops in the future, won't this area be demolished and replaced with commercial housing or a commercial district?

Jiang Can: "How many square meters is this house? How much does it cost?" Manager Wang: "This courtyard house has a total area of ​​628 square meters and a building area of ​​308 square meters. The courtyard is included as a gift, and it costs 3,100 yuan per square meter."

Jiang Can: "It's too expensive. A commercial apartment costs 2,800 yuan. This courtyard house is nowhere near as convenient as a commercial apartment. There's not even heating in winter. People would freeze to death."

When Manager Wang heard her complain about the price, he knew there was room for negotiation: "This is different. The location is great! And what's so convenient about this big courtyard?" He praised the convenience of the courtyard house.

The final price was negotiated down to 2900 yuan.

The total price is 893,200 yuan.

Manager Wang: "It's because this family is in a hurry to go abroad that they were able to get such a great deal. Otherwise, who would be willing to sell their ancestral home? If you are sincere, we will keep all the furniture in the house for you."

Next, I looked at the courtyard house with one courtyard entrance. The layout was similar, but it lacked an outer courtyard. Entering through the gate in the northeast corner led directly to the inner courtyard.

It can't compare to the two-courtyard house we just saw.

This apartment occupies 330 square meters of land and has a building area of ​​170 square meters. The price is also half off, with a total price of 493,000 yuan.

They then probed whether Jiang Can and Shen Lang had the money to buy a house.

Shen Lang said, "If you like it, buy it."

Jiang Can remained silent.

After viewing the two courtyard houses, Manager Wang took the two to the suburbs to look at houses and farmland. The prices there were much cheaper, with each courtyard house costing just over 20,000 yuan. If they wanted to buy the surrounding land as well, they would have to discuss it with the village chief.

They've already run off to almost half of the village. They don't care about the houses that haven't been sold yet; they're going to the US to make big money first.

Manager Wang: "Everyone says that you can earn over a hundred yuan a day in the US, which is three or four thousand yuan a month. If you're lucky, you can earn over ten thousand yuan a month. The US has mountains of gold and silver waiting for them to make their money. If my mother weren't so old, I would want to go abroad myself."

The location here is quite good, on the outskirts of Beijing, just two kilometers from the meat processing plant. There's a bus stop right at the village entrance that leads to the city.

Jiang Can wants to buy land to build a factory, but she needs adjacent houses and land.

After discussing with the village chief, they sold the large tract of land that was used for threshing the grain to Jiang Can, and included several houses around it. In the middle was a pond of 1,000 square meters, which was about 4,000 square meters in total.

The total amount given is 400,000 yuan.

It went even more smoothly than expected.

Just in time for the wave of going abroad, people with a little ability and connections bought houses and land and flocked overseas to make big money, eat foreign food, and wear fashionable clothes.

To become a foreigner.

Jiang Can and the village chief discussed the subsequent transfer of ownership, and they would go to the real estate bureau to pay and transfer the property when it opened in the afternoon.

After leaving the village, Manager Wang asked, "We bought these houses and land, but what about the courtyard houses?"

Shen Lang: "Name your lowest price. 2900 is too expensive. You might as well buy an apartment building."

Jiang Can: "The apartments are clean and bright, and comfortable to live in. Why would you need a courtyard house! If you want a house, you can build one here for only two thousand yuan."

Manager Wang gritted his teeth: "2800 yuan, that's the lowest I can go. If you don't want it, I'll ask the homeowner to wait a little longer."

Shen Lang: "2500 yuan, I'll take both sets."

Manager Wang frowned: "No, the price is too low! The homeowner will never agree to 2750 yuan. Leave all the furniture. If you can pay in full this year, it will be 2600 yuan."

Shen Lang: "Okay!"

Manager Wang immediately beamed, "Great! Lunch is on me, let's have roast goose!"

Jiang Can had no desire to go to dinner with him. She found him annoying and inexplicably disliked him, so she declined the offer.

Manager Wang: "You helped me close this big deal today. My commission this month will definitely be the highest in the company. I have to treat you to this meal. The geese there are free-range and have a particularly delicious flavor. Many people have gone to eat there."

Shen Lang looked down at Manager Wang's fingers as he rubbed them together, raised an eyebrow, and pulled Jiang Can into the car.

Jiang Can got into the car without refusing again.

There must be a reason why Shen Lang got on the bus.

Manager Wang drove Shen Lang and Jiang Can to the restaurant. The drive took about fifteen minutes. Along the way, Manager Wang was very excited and asked, "Did you bring enough money? Did you bring your household registration book and bankbook? If not, after we finish eating, I'll take you home to get the money. We'll go to the housing management center today to transfer the property and get this done."

Jiang Can's heart skipped a beat, and he felt increasingly uneasy.

Shen Lang: "I brought it. I can withdraw the money at the credit union."

Manager Wang even refueled once, and then ran to the toilet clutching his stomach.

Jiang Can whispered, "I don't think this guy is a good person. The way he looked at us when he got out of the car..." She thought for a moment but couldn't think of a suitable word.

Shen Lang rubbed Jiang Can's little finger and whispered in Jiang Can's ear, "Like a fat sheep to be slaughtered."

After saying that, he laughed and kissed Jiang Can on the cheek.

Jiang Can froze on the spot. A fat sheep? A fat sheep with millions in assets?

Murder and robbery?

The commission from each order might be a few thousand, at most a few thousand, but that's nothing compared to all the money in the world.

Jiang Can thought to himself, "How unlucky! I can't even run into bad people when I'm buying a house."

Oh, no, it's this Manager Wang who's unlucky to have managed to rob Shen Lang.

The car stopped in front of a restaurant that served stewed goose in an iron pot. Manager Wang led Shen Lang and Jiang Can out of the car. Once inside the restaurant, Manager Wang was overjoyed and called out, "Boss lady, bring me a stewed goose in an iron pot, and also brew me a pot of flower tea."

A sexy woman in a cheongsam with big, wavy hair walked out from behind the cashier's counter. She leaned against the counter and asked, "Would you like a private room?"

Manager Wang: "Yes!"

The proprietress brought over a pot of floral tea and, swaying her hips, led Manager Wang and the other two upstairs.

Manager Wang: "Tell the kitchen to prepare something delicious and quickly. Pick out two cold dishes and bring them over first."

The proprietress said, "Okay." She glanced at Jiang Can and Shen Lang, her gaze settling on Shen Lang, before she chuckled and swayed as she walked out.

Manager Wang poured flower tea for Shen Lang and Jiang Can, saying, "We've been looking at houses all afternoon and we're really thirsty. Have some flower tea first." Seeing that Jiang Can and Shen Lang didn't touch their cups, he said, "Drink up."

Jiang Can: "On such a hot day, who would want to drink this? I'd rather have an iced soda."

Manager Wang laughed: "Okay, I'll have some iced soda. I'm going downstairs right now. I'll also urge them to hurry up with the meal."

After he left, Shen Lang poured the water in front of him and listened to Manager Wang's call, then poured both glasses of water behind the curtains, leaving only a little at the bottom. Shen Lang stood by the window and looked at the security bars; he shook them, and they were very sturdy, impossible to open by hand.

Security windows were installed on the second and third floors.

Jiang Can handed the bag to Shen Lang; perhaps it was time to put her kitchen knife, which she hadn't used in a long time, to good use.

Shen Lang looked down at her. "Are you scared?"

Jiang Can shook his head: "I'm not afraid."

If it were her alone, she wouldn't go to see properties with a strange male manager; she would bring someone along.

She wouldn't take a stranger's car to an unfamiliar place.

Because Shen Lang was there, she wasn't afraid of anything.

Manager Wang brought over three opened bottles of soda, handed two to Jiang Can and Shen Lang, and drank one himself. "Ah, it really is refreshingly chilled."

Jiang Can was dissatisfied: "Why are you so slow? I was so thirsty, I've already finished all my water. If you don't want to buy us soda, fine, but what are you dawdling about?"

Manager Wang: ? ? ?

I don't understand why Jiang Can suddenly became so temperamental.

He looked at the half-empty cup, his smile widening. It doesn't matter what kind of water it is, just drink it.

Two cold dishes were served: one was cucumber and preserved egg salad, and the other was pork head salad.

Jiang Can picked through the food with his chopsticks, "Why put preserved eggs in it? It's disgusting. This pig's head meat is too fatty! And why does it smell like this? It's not fresh!"

She picked up a piece of meat with her chopsticks, frowned, and became increasingly dissatisfied, eventually throwing the chopsticks down.

Manager Wang frowned again, but quickly relaxed. He picked up his chopsticks, took a piece, put it in his mouth, smacked his lips, and squinted his eyes: "This is the taste, it's delicious."

He smiled at Jiang Can and Shen Lang: "You guys should try it too. Only this restaurant can serve such delicious food."

Shen Lang picked up his chopsticks, but Jiang Can slapped them away, and the chopsticks hit Manager Wang in the face.

Manager Wang reached out and wiped the grease off his hair. Not annoyed, he leisurely said, "We'll have braised goose in a hot pot later." As he ate the braised pork head, he happily hummed a little tune.

Jiang Can and Shen Lang both understood that this was their hideout.

After more than ten minutes, Manager Wang had eaten half a plate of pig's head meat. He looked at Shen Lang and Jiang Can again, wondering why they hadn't fainted.

Jiang Can covered his head: "Ouch, I feel a little dizzy."

Shen Lang: Are you alright? Did you get heatstroke?

Jiang Can slumped onto the table. "Let me catch my breath."

Manager Wang chuckled and said, "Being dizzy is exactly what's going on."

A slightly overweight middle-aged man brought out the braised goose, and the proprietress swayed in as well, closing the door to the private room behind her.

She walked up to Shen Lang, placed her hand on the table, bent down slightly and chuckled, "Little brother, how old are you? Your face is so tender it looks like you could squeeze water out of it."

She was wearing a cheongsam, which accentuated her beautiful curves. The neckline was fastened with Chinese knot buttons and had a hollowed-out design. As she leaned forward, her cleavage appeared particularly deep.

Jiang Can: Damn it! She's got her eye on Ah Lang!

Shen Lang patted Jiang Can: "My wife is dizzy, I'll take her to the hospital." He was about to stand up when he also felt dizzy and almost fell over, so he sat back down.

The proprietress covered her mouth and chuckled, "Since you're here, don't leave." She reached out to touch Shen Lang's face, "Oh my, this kid is even more handsome than Hong Kong stars."

Shen Lang reached out and slapped the proprietress's hand away, "What do you want to do!"

The slightly overweight middle-aged man laughed loudly, "The boss's wife wants to sleep with you, huh?" He pulled up a stool, sat down, and started eating. Manager Wang next to him also picked up a large piece of meat with his chopsticks and ate it, "Boss's wife, these two are worth at least a million! They even have their identification documents with them."

The slightly chubby middle-aged man grinned and said, "Sure, this lamb is both plump and tender."

Manager Wang said, "Dezi, don't argue with me. I have to play with this woman first." He picked up his wine glass and slurped down most of it in one go.

Dezi stared at Jiang Can: "I'm a celebrity, I want to try it too."

The proprietress looked down and touched her hand, which had a red mark on it from Shen Lang's recent slap. The mark had faded by now. She chuckled, "Little kid, you have no sense of propriety at all. It's your good fortune that I've taken a liking to you."

She suddenly grabbed a stool and smashed it down on Shen Lang's head.

The force was clearly intended to smash Shen Lang's head open.

The next moment, Shen Lang also picked up a stool and smashed it onto the stool that the landlady had thrown. With a crisp 'crack', the landlady screamed and covered her arm, "Old Wang, Dezi, kill him!"

Shen Lang kicked the landlady in the stomach, sending her flying. She crashed into the door with a 'bang' and fell sprawled on the ground, screaming and howling.

Manager Wang reached out to grab Jiang Can, but as soon as he stood up, he felt dizzy and collapsed to the ground.

Jiang Can flipped the table over, and the braised goose on it landed directly on the proprietress, causing her to scream in pain from the burns. "Is that all you've got? You dare to kidnap and extort money?"

Dezi drew a machete from his waist and slashed at Jiang Can. Jiang Can took two steps back, and Shen Lang picked up a stool and smashed it at Dezi.

Dezi nimbly dodged and charged forward with a machete. Shen Lang, wielding a kitchen knife, also swung it, knocking the machete from Dezi's hand and slashing Dezi's arm.

Blood splattered from his arm like a burst water pipe, his skin was torn and flesh was ripped apart, and half of his bones were broken. The machete in his hand fell to the ground, and he screamed in agony.

The proprietress crawled toward the door, desperately trying to open it, but the door was locked from the inside. She was trembling with pain all over her body, and her hands were shaking too, so she couldn't open it.

Shen Lang picked up a stool and smashed it on the landlady's head, cracking her skull open and causing her to fall to the ground.

Dezi, clutching his bleeding arm, said in a trembling voice, "You can leave now. We admit defeat and let this matter go."

Shen Lang walked towards him and smashed another stool on Dezi's head, knocking him unconscious as well.

Jiang Can took out his mobile phone and dialed 110 to report the incident, making it sound very serious and asking the police to leave. He then dialed 120 to call an ambulance, worried that the short, fat man might bleed to death.

They pulled off his belt and tightened it around his elbow to slow the bleeding.

As the two opened the door, Jiang Can kicked the landlady in the chest again!

Shen Lang locked the room from the outside and went to check each of the private rooms one by one.

There were three other private rooms, two of which were occupied. When they saw Shen Lang with a cleaver in one hand and a kitchen knife in the other, covered in blood, they were terrified. "You, what do you want to do! We're calling the police!"

Shen Lang locked the door from the outside, preventing anyone from coming out.

He went downstairs and was terrified by the people there. He locked the door from the inside, and two young male waiters tried to run out, but Shen Lang knocked them unconscious with two slashes and tied them up with rope.

Jiang Can: "There's something wrong with this restaurant. We've already called the police. Everyone, don't panic. Wait inside the restaurant. Keep an eye on each other. Anyone who tries to run away right now is either guilty or a thief."

Many people know Jiang Can and have seen her TV dramas. Right now, they look at each other, not daring to say a word or go out, terrified.

Shen Lang and Jiang Can went to the third floor, where there was a large, sturdy iron gate.

Shen Lang took a pin from his watch, inserted it into the lock cylinder, and gently shook it. After a few tries, the iron gate opened with a click.

Shen Lang and Jiang Can went inside together. The layout was the same as the second floor, with four rooms and iron doors.

Jiang Can sniffed and pointed to the very back, "There's a bloody smell."

She has a very sensitive sense of smell.

Shen Lang pulled Jiang Can inside and used a needle to open the innermost iron door, where the smell of blood became even stronger.

A woman was tied to an iron chair. She was soaking wet and covered in injuries, looking particularly pitiful. Her mouth was wrapped with duct tape. When she saw Shen Lang, her eyes widened in horror as she struggled and tried to shake the chair.

Unfortunately, the chair was nailed to the ground, and she couldn't move at all.

Inside, a girl was screaming, and a man was spewing vulgarities. Shen Lang led Jiang Can towards the room.

Inside the room, a blond-haired young man grabbed a girl by the neck and pushed her into a bathtub full of water, where bubbles were bubbling out.

The girl struggled violently, but unfortunately her hands were tied and she had no strength at all.

Just as the girl was about to suffocate, she was brought to the surface again.

The girl's hair was disheveled and stuck to her face. She spat water at the blond-haired man, which angered him, and he slapped the girl several times.

They pushed her back into the water.

"If you don't make this call, I'll kill you."

The girl retorted, "My grandfather will kill you all."

The blond-haired man grabbed the girl and threw her into the bathtub, then reached out to tear at her clothes, saying, "Damn it, I can handle a blond-haired brat like you."

The girl screamed, "Let me go!" She opened her mouth and bit the blond man's hand with great force, tearing off a piece of flesh.

The blond-haired man gasped in pain, "Damn it, you bitch, I'll fuck you to death!" He reached out and slapped the girl twice more, then tore off the tape and stuck it over her mouth.

They pulled her out, pressed her to the ground, and were about to crush her.

Shen Lang kicked the blond-haired man away, grabbed him, and forced him into the bathtub.

Jiang Can quickly helped the pitiful girl up from the ground. Her short-sleeved shirt was torn, revealing a tank top underneath. He quickly took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders. "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, the police will be here soon."

The girl saw Jiang Can's face through her hair and burst into tears.

Jiang Can also saw the girl's face; it looked somewhat familiar. He reached out and brushed her hair aside, and she looked even more familiar: "What, it's you again?"

Isn't this girl's name Xie Yu?

She was kidnapped by human traffickers during the Chinese New Year, and only half a year later, she's been brought here again.

This is just too much misfortune and hardship!