Chapter 15: Two Directionally Challenged

Night.

Inside a Western restaurant opposite Jinhuxiaoqu.

Lin Feng and Liang Shishi were eating steak, drinking red wine, and chatting casually.

"Are you just planning to be a landlord, living off the few hundred apartments you own?"

Liang Shishi asked.

She wore a black evening gown, sexy and elegant, yet gave off an aura that kept people at a distance.

Even though it was an upscale Western restaurant, it attracted quite a few 'gentlemen' with aggressive gazes.

If Lin Feng weren't here, someone would have already come over to hit on her.

Lin Feng smiled slightly, "What's wrong with being a landlord? You just lie at home and collect rent. Besides, no matter how the world changes, most people can't afford to buy a house."

So, even a hundred years from now, being a landlord will remain the easiest and most promising profession.

What Lin Feng meant to say was, in his previous life he suffered a lot; this life he just wants to rest properly.

As long as he doesn't have to worry about food and clothing, being like now is fine.

Living leisurely each day, he occasionally gets surprises like opening a blind box.

Liang Shishi shook her head helplessly.

Lin Feng smiled again and asked, "Auntie, with your current wealth, you could easily buy a big villa in the suburbs, right? And you're taking advantage of me."

"I'm not as lacking in ambition as you are." Liang Shishi said: "Great Flag Media's operations have run into trouble; I took out some money and bought the equity of a branch company, spending several tens of millions!"

By the way, besides the house, your parents left you a lot of cash, right? Take out some spare money and invest it for your aunt—how about that?

"No way!"

Lin Feng shook his head firmly.

Even if he were to invest, he wouldn't put it into his aunt's company.

Relatives who go into business together usually end up as enemies.

Because once something goes wrong, one side always ends up losing.

Besides, the return rate of media companies is too low.

However, taking the money out to invest reminded Lin Feng.

He has over two billion yuan sitting in his bank account!

Even with interest, it can't keep up with the depreciation speed of paper money.

His parents left him over a thousand apartments; it can't possibly stay that way forever.

The country's economy can still develop rapidly for at least ten years.

Taking this opportunity, he should buy more properties.

Let the ranks of tenants grow ever larger.

This is the ideal and pursuit a landlord should have!

"Forget it! I don't want your money, you idiot!"

Liang Shishi gave Lin Feng a white-eye look.

Actually, she doesn't need Lin Feng's investment; the company can operate normally.

Pulling Lin Feng into a partnership is just meant to give him a layer of 'gold'.

For example, later when going out, saying he's the boss of some company would be quite prestigious!

Landlords who simply live off rent collection are usually labeled in people's minds as 'tuhao'.

In the two characters 'tuhao', there is indeed a 'tu' character.

In the eyes of many elites, tuhao are people who can't get onstage.

Although these so-called elites are not wealthier than tuhao.

"Wen Keke and Zhu Li, you two, you need to look after them more; I don't want them to be fired by you soon, because I still rely on them to earn money to pay rent!"

Lin Feng reminded with a solemn expression.

Liang Shishi laughed, 'Having a landlord like you is a blessing they cultivated in their past life!'

After finishing the meal, Lin Feng sent Liang Shishi home before driving away.

Over the next few days, the tenants finally settled down.

Lin Feng took this opportunity to buy a computer, organizing all tenants' information into files and storing them in the computer.

He classified tenants with high quality and strong financial strength as first-class tenants.

Tenants whose jobs are unstable and could quit at any time were listed as second-class tenants.

The worst are those with relatively low quality, often in arrears on rent or not fond of cleanliness, listed as third-class tenants..

There is also a small portion of special-class tenants.

For example, Guo Yanru, Wen Keke, Zhu Li, and Qi Yao are like that.

Actually, their common point is……beauties!

Who doesn't love beauties!

Of course, to become a beauty in Lin Feng's eyes, besides good looks, one also needs quality.

Such tenants naturally deserve professional, meticulous service.

April 13,

After finishing his work, Lin Feng found time to go to Zhao Xiaoyang's Fierce Tiger Gym for a workout.

In the afternoon he received a phone call.

It was Zhu Li calling.

"Handsome guy, you promised to take us out for a big meal on Saturday."

After the connection, the phone carried Zhu Li's flirtatiously charming voice.

Lin Feng said generously, "No problem! Wherever you want to eat, whatever you want to eat, just send me the address."

"Ok! By the way!" Zhu Li suddenly lowered her voice and said, "You ruined Keke's underwear by washing it; aren't you going to make it up to her?"

Lin Feng immediately felt a few black lines hanging on his forehead.

He hadn't decided how to reply when Zhu Li let out a giggle and hung up.

Lin Feng gave a wry smile and shook his head.

Back home, Lin Feng took a shower, changed into a clean bathrobe, and sat in front of the computer.

He was looking at stock market information.

To double the money in his hands, investing in the stock market is the best choice.

He wanted to see whether the market trend was the same as in his previous life.

After finishing, Lin Feng smiled and let out a sigh.

Nothing changed.

Familiar stocks, familiar prices, familiar trends.

An idea immediately formed in his mind.

Just as he was about to shut down the computer, a news item on the browser suddenly caught his attention.

The lithography machine manufacturer Asmai was on the brink of bankruptcy, actively seeking investment.

Saturday, eight o'clock in the morning.

Because they had a date with Lin Feng, Wen Keke and Zhu Li got up from bed at seven o'clock.

They spent nearly an hour on makeup and dressing.

"Zhu Li, this is too formal! I feel like we're going on a blind date."

Looking at herself in the mirror, Wen Keke said shyly.

This was her first time applying such delicate makeup and dressing so sexy.

A white bodycon skirt, white ***, and the seldom‑worn steep‑heeled high heels…

This whole outfit was arranged by Zhu Li.

"Too beautiful! Sexy yet pure; if I were Lin Feng, I'd be completely mesmerized by you!"

Zhu Li looked at Wen Keke's current appearance, a look of envy on her face.

Inside, she was actually very conflicted.

On one hand she harbored fantasies about Lin Feng, on the other she considered Wen Keke's future.

She herself wore something similar to Wen Keke's, only switching from white to black, trying not to be outshone by Wen Keke.

However, she also had an advantage; although her face wasn't as delicate as Wen Keke's, her body appeared more mature and sexy, with alluring brows and eyes.

That depends on what type of woman Lin Feng actually likes.

Wen Keke didn't feel the need to compete with Zhu Li, her expression a bit unnatural.

"Alright! From now on, go out like this often; you'll get used to it."

Saying that, she grabbed her bag and left the house together with Wen Keke.

Saturday morning, the road wasn't that crowded.

Even so, as a novice, Wen Keke still drove the car very slowly.

Ahead was an intersection; it was time to change lanes into the straight lane.

But a black sedan darted out from the side, causing Wen Keke to miss the lane‑change opportunity, forcing her to stay in the right lane.

"What to do! I can only turn right; going straight in this lane will cost points."

Wen Keke frowned, said a sentence, then turned the steering wheel and headed toward the right‑hand intersection.

She originally intended to drive a distance to make a U‑turn, but after a few kilometres still couldn't find a place to turn around.

The two directionally‑challenged people kept turning left and right, not knowing where they were going.

Ahead another intersection appeared, and an elderly woman carrying a black plastic bag stepped onto the crosswalk.

Wen Keke, still far away, slammed the brakes.

Suddenly, the elderly woman fell headfirst onto the ground.

Wen Keke opened the car door to get out, but Zhu Li grabbed her, frowned, and said, "Keke, we didn't hit her, don't get involved!"

Wen Keke, a bit anxious, said, "How can we ignore it! If she falls ill and dies because we didn't rescue her in time, that's a life!"

Zhu Li said, "Do you remember that news from a few years ago? It's best to stay out of such matters."

Wen Keke pointed at the traffic light ahead and said, "It's fine, there's surveillance!"

After saying that, she got out of the car, ran forward, and helped the elderly woman up.

Wen Keke called out a few times, but the elderly woman didn't respond.

Nearby, Zhu Li hurriedly took out her phone and dialed emergency services.

After a dozen minutes, an ambulance rushed over.