"Hello?"

Lu Ban came to the balcony of the room and closed the glass sliding door between the balcony and the room. While watching Qin Tiantian, who was sleeping with a pillow and a quilt wrapped around her in the hot summer, she answered the phone.

The other party was silent for a moment.

Just when Lu Ban was wondering if there would be some strange noises coming from the phone later and that he would receive a videotape of Jing and the woman tomorrow, a voice came from the other end.

Congratulations, this is the voice of humanity.

"I'm sorry to bother you so late. May I ask if this is Mr. Lu Ban? Your username on the old video website is [Unmoved], right?"

“I don’t have a water meter at home.”

Lu Ban answered immediately.

"?"

The other party was obviously stunned for a moment, not knowing what topic Lu Ban was talking about, but he was obviously worldly-wise and quickly adjusted his mood.

"It's like this, Mr. Lu Ban. I'm Li Zijian, the secretary of the chairman of Jiangcheng Industrial. We saw the video of you exploring the Jiangcheng Grand Theater on the Internet. We would like to discuss this with you. I wonder if you have time tomorrow? I'm sorry to bother you so late at night."

One can hear a hint of helplessness from the man who calls himself Li Zijian, as if his immediate boss suddenly called him on New Year's Eve while he was having New Year's Eve dinner and asked him to go find a client to collect the payment. He obviously didn't want to disturb his own and the other party's Spring Festival mood, but he was forced by his shitty life to put on a business smile and go find the client.

"You're going to sue me?"

Lu Ban's first reaction was blurting out.

Jiangcheng Grand Theater is now rotting in the hands of Jiangcheng Industry and is the property of Jiangcheng Industry. Is this considered an illegal intrusion?

That's not right. There's no cordon or no-entry-or-exit sign next to it. It shouldn't be illegal to go in and take a look by myself, right?

I'll find some legal videos to study later.

"...No, no, you misunderstood. Our chairman saw the video and wants to ask you some questions."

Li Zijian on the other end of the phone was choked by Lu Ban and replied after a while.

"Your chairman?"

Lu Ban smelled something wrong.

"Yes, I don't know if you have heard of it, but our chairman's name is Song Yunyan."

Click——

Lu Ban's heart skipped a beat.

Song Yunyan?

Didn’t she... die in Jiangcheng Grand Theater?

"Mr. Lu?"

Li Zijian was a little confused by Lu Ban's sudden silence.

"…Well, what time do I have to be there tomorrow?"

Lu Ban collected his thoughts and asked.

"You don't have to run around. We will send a special car to pick you up at 10 a.m. Your current address is 1304, Building 4, XX Community, right?"

Li Zijian fluently reported Lu Ban's current address.

"……right."

Lu Ban responded.

"Okay, I got it. Then I won't disturb you, Mr. Lu, to rest."

The other party hung up the phone.

Lu Ban stood on the balcony, listening to the melody of classic Spring Festival Gala songs coming from the room, feeling a little confused for a moment.

Let’s not discuss why the other party can get your account, identity and address information. In the Internet age, privacy is completely vulnerable to capital. You can find these by spending some money to investigate the real-name authentication information of the old video network, and then find a real estate agent to check the rental information corresponding to the ID card.

Lu Ban was concerned about something else.

He picked up his phone and searched for news about Song Yunyan, while comparing it with the pictures of the old newspapers he downloaded.

Then Lu Ban realized that he had indeed been negligent.

The reports at that time focused on Du Danping's death, mentioning that there were five people in total, but did not say that Song Yunyan was also killed at the same time.

So, although Song Yunyan was present at the time, she was not burned to death by the fire?

She is the daughter of the former chairman of Jiangcheng Industrial. Now she has inherited her father's business and become a female president?

"Did Song Yunyan come to see me because she saw me exploring Jiangcheng Grand Theater and seeing Du Danping performing?"

Lu Ban roughly figured out the whole story.

"Fortunately, I didn't show the footage of smashing Du Danping's undead head, otherwise, would Song Yunyan have ground me to dust?"

He was a little slow to realize it.

"Or is it that Song Yunyan is indeed dead, and the current 'Song Yunyan' is actually something disguised as her?"

Another possibility came to mind.

"Forget it, I'll leave these worries to myself tomorrow, go to sleep!"

Lu Ban decided not to worry about it.

He lay in the chair and fell into a deep sleep while listening to the song "Gong Xi Fa Cai".

…

The next day, eight o'clock.

Lu Ban woke up on time, and the song in his ears continued.

"Run forward, facing the cold eyes and ridicule, how can you feel the vastness of life without going through hardships..."

He glanced at ** and saw Qin Tiantian sleeping like a dead pig, motionless.

Lu Ban sat up, washed, changed his clothes and went out to buy breakfast.

Two trays of steamed dumplings, two bowls of soy milk, and four fried dough sticks, all packed up and brought back.

When he got home, Qin Tiantian had just gotten out of bed. He looked half asleep and half awake, and he couldn't even open his eyes.

Lu Ban put breakfast on the living room table, thought about the methods he had seen before to increase the number of fans, and decided to establish his own personality.

To establish a personal image, you can't be too deliberate, you need to do it casually.

So he picked up his phone, took a photo of his breakfast, and posted a status on the old video network.

【Did you sleep well last night? Get up and have breakfast! 】

Such positive energy is sure to inspire people!

As soon as Lu Ban put down his phone and opened the takeout box, the dynamic notification vibrated.

He used chopsticks to dip the fried dough sticks into soy milk with one hand, and flipped through the comments with the other hand.

[It's all your fault for keeping me awake all night! ]

[Could this breakfast be the breakfast from the underworld brought from somewhere? ]

[Wait, look carefully, is there a human head in this soy milk? ]

[Fuck, are you taking revenge on society here so early in the morning? ]

[Soy milk must be salty! ]

[Come on, can I drink salty soy milk? ]

A variety of comments popped up in just a few minutes.

Lu Ban already has nearly 15,000 fans, and on the old video website, he is considered a small UP with his own circle.

“Is there something wrong with the photo?”

Lu Ban saw the comments and clicked on the photo to enlarge it and take a closer look.

He saw that there was indeed a face reflected in the soy milk! It was not Lu Ban's face.

"Don't stand there, eat quickly."

Lu Ban saw Qin Tiantian in the reflection of the phone, raised his head and urged him.

"It was such a pleasant sleep. Your bed is really interesting. I have never slept so comfortably at home."

Qin Tiantian stretched like a cat and sat opposite Lu Ban at an angle where he could not see anything.

"I'm going out soon, you should go home."

Lu Ban asked.

Does this woman want to take advantage of the bed?

At most, his bed is rubbed by the ragdoll cat with sea blue eyes. Woman, get as far away from him as possible!

"Of course I have to go back! I'll leave when you leave."

Qin Tiantian yawned, picked up the chopsticks and started eating breakfast.

The two of them finished their breakfast without much conversation, each looking at their phones.

After tidying up for a while, at exactly ten o'clock, Lu Ban's cell phone rang.

It's yesterday's number.

"Hello, Mr. Lu, I'm already downstairs and the car is ready."

Lu Ban responded and looked out the window downstairs.

Wow, is this the extended version of that luxury car?

At the side, Qin Tiantian, who was looking down, also saw the black luxury car that was out of tune with the surrounding environment of the community.

"Wow, is your family a hidden rich second generation?"

As he spoke, he hummed a little tune.

"Shut up."

Lu Ban, who was about to get into the black limousine, didn't want to hear a woman singing.