As usual, Chen Jianguo carried the black faux leather briefcase containing the oversized double-layer lunch box, got off the bus and walked home.

The director of Dafeng Factory knew the Chen family's background and knew that Chen Jianguo's daughter was now a senior military adviser. Even the city's top leader went to his house to express his condolences. Therefore, he treated Chen Jianguo with special favor from then on and even wanted to promote him to deputy director.

Chen Jianguo was an honest man, believing he had risen through the ranks gradually through merit. The offer of a promotion and raise was clearly due to his daughter's connections. He didn't want to take advantage of this, and he didn't want anyone to use the matter as a pretext for negatively impacting his daughter. So, he politely declined the factory director's offer and continued to work his 8 a.m. to 5 p.m. shift in the production workshop.

The factory couldn't persuade him, so they had to secretly adjust the policy, exempting Lao Chen from the night shift and sending an assistant to assist him in his work, making his work much easier.

Old Chen, carrying a briefcase and humming a little tune, slowly appeared at the gate of the community. Shunzi, who was standing guard, saw Chen Jianguo coming from a distance and quickly ran to him with a flattering smile on his face, saying:

"Uncle Chen, are you off work?"

Chen Jianguo was startled by the sudden appearance of the person before him. He thought it was a robber. Only after seeing the security uniform clearly did he breathe a sigh of relief: "...Uh...ah, ah, it's time to get off work. You are..."

Shunzi bent his waist, trying not to be taller than Chen Jianguo as a sign of respect: "Uncle Chen, I'm the security guard of the Garden Community. Shunzi, don't you remember me?"

Chen Jianguo really didn't remember, but he was afraid that the young security guard would be embarrassed, so he stammered, "Uh...ah, Shunzi, I didn't recognize you at first..."

"Uncle Chen, you are a noble man who forgets things easily. I understand, I understand!"

After saying that, Shunzi took the faux leather briefcase from Chen Jianguo without saying anything and held it in his hand.

"Uncle, I'll take you back!"

Chen Jianguo was a little confused. He had lived in the garden community for half a year. When he passed by the gate, the security guard would at most salute him. When would there be a service like escorting owners home?

"Ah, well, no need. You're quite busy at work, I can go by myself..."

Chen Jianguo snatched his bag from Shunzi's hand, and under his burning gaze, he walked into the community gate full of doubts.

Chen Jianguo is definitely a quirky individual among all the owners in the garden community. He wears the light blue work clothes of Dafeng Factory every day, carries a tattered briefcase, and takes the bus to and from get off work.

Other owners often laughed at him behind his back for being poor. Although they would greet each other when they met, most people were just polite and tried to save face. But today was different. The neighbors he met along the way were all smiling and took the initiative to talk to Chen Jianguo. Their enthusiasm was as if they were meeting an old friend whom they had not seen for many years. Old Chen was flattered and even a little panicked.

Neighbor A: "Hey, Brother Chen, are you off work? Where did you buy that cotton jacket? It's a beautiful Tiffany blue. It must be expensive, right?"

"Uh...the factory gave them these as work clothes. I didn't spend any money on them..."

"...Oh, Brother Chen, you have such a great figure and temperament. Even your work clothes look like they belong to famous brands. I'm really envious!"

"...You're so kind, so kind..." "When you're free, please come visit me!"

“It’s a must!”

Chen Jianguo: ...Who is this person?

Neighbor B: "Brother Chen, I heard you like drinking tea. Look, my kid went on a trip to Fujian Province and brought back a bag of premium black tea. Take it back and try it. Don't hesitate!"

"Hey, hey, hey, no, this is so embarrassing!"

"Take it, take it, don't think it's too little!"

Chen Jianguo: ...What’s going on?

Neighbor C: "Brother Chen..."

Neighbor D: "Xiao Chen..."

Chen Jianguo was sweating profusely, and he returned home while entertaining guests.

Only after the door of Villa No. 8 was closed did Chen Jianguo breathe a sigh of relief, wipe the sweat from his head, and slump down on the sofa.