Volume 5: A Good For Nothing And Has Too Much Time On His Hands to Do Nothing Top X A Mentally Challenged Idiotic Garbage-Picker Bottom
Lin Xian was quite a small town located quite far away from cities, but it was a place that was always bustling with people and noise, making it quite a lively town. On this particular day, an all-black car was parked by an old tenement building. With just one look, one would know that it must be quite expensive, which made it very different and out of place amongst its surroundings.
An old man was reading the news as he waited for new customers in his small little shop on the ground floor of the building. When he saw the mark on the front of the car, he sucked in a breath of cold air as he thought to himself, woah what a fellow, a car worth more than millions of yuan. Even if he didn't eat or drink, he probably still won't even be able to buy such a car for decades. When did this poor town attract such a rich man into coming here?
It was not only him as the pedestrians walking nearby were all looking. In the midst of these gazes, a man dressed in a full suit ensemble finally stepped out of the car. With fierce looking eyebrows and a pair of peach blossom eyes that leaned on the longer and narrower side, his face looked like he was smiling even if there was not a smile on his face, almost as if he was a wandering vigilante from a game.
Wen Chuo backed up a few steps and then looked up towards the top of the building. Through the dangling and clustered strings of electrical wires in the air, his gaze stopped at the fifth floor, and his chin lifted slightly as an expression of pride and superiority from coming back with a fortune and achievements under his belt seeped onto his face.
Not long after, a man who looked like a driver came rushing out of the building. Meeting up with Wen Chuo's eyes, he wiped the sweat off his forehead, looking a bit nervous,
"Chairman Wen Chuo, a widow currently lives there and even after asking a few times, she said there was no such person called Bai Yang. Have you, dear sir, perhaps remembered incorrectly?"
Wen Chuo slightly narrowed his eyes and coldly looked at him,
"That idiot lives here. I've only been gone for three years, so there's no possibility that I've remembered wrong."
Wen Chuo furrowed his eyebrows then and impatiently pushed him aside. He walked up into the building himself as the driver stood downstairs and watched him go; watching him walk up to the fifth floor, knock on the door of room 503 and walk straight in before getting pushed out by that shrewish widow who was now screaming so loudly everyone could hear.
"Are you insane! I've lived here for two years now and have never heard of Bai Yang whatsoever. Have you lost your mind huh!"
In this kind of place, doors were built right next to each other, so close they might as well all be living together on the floor, and not to mention the other buildings packed so close together. So before long, people were pushing their windows open to watch the spectacle. Wen Chuo's face darkened immediately upon her words and the driver tittered about, not daring to go up near him at all.
This newly appointed Chairman Wen Chuo was quite an amazing, ferocious character. Supposedly a child born out of an affair, he had been living in one of the countryside towns on the outskirts somewhere for more than ten years before he was taken back by the family head to be recognized. Only a few years since then, he had already won over his big brother of the main descent, becoming the Wen family's official heir.
Wen Chuo's temper wasn't the greatest and the driver had some inkling of an understanding of that himself. But after a long moment of hesitation, he finally bolstered his courage to step forward as Wen Chuo came down,
"Chairman Wen Chuo......"
Wen Chuo ignored him and walked over to the convenience shop on the ground floor. He bought the most expensive cigarette and leaned against the glass cabinet to ask,
"Shop owner, let me ask you a question. Where did Bai Yang, who lived up in 503, move to?"
The shopkeeper was a bit confused and suspicious, thinking that this name sounded so very familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was. Wen Chuo knocked on the table with impatience,
"That idiot who's always picking up bottles around here for money."
"Oh Bai Yang—-"
A fairly chubby lady came out from the back of the shop, brushing aside the plastic curtain strips used as a private doorway. Her hands held a basket of just plucked vegetables and she 'ah-oh'ed on the way down to sit on the little stool,
"Doesn't he have some problems with his brain. Hmm, had been here a few years ago...... oh three years ago, he had been dazedly looking around all over the streets for someone, but he wouldn't say who he was looking for. He ran out on a rainy day and never came back. When the rent was due later, San-shen2 couldn't find him so she rented it to someone else."
After the shop keeper's wife said that, she saw Wen Chuo not making a single peep and gave him a second glance, feeling that the sight of him was weirdly familiar,
"Ack, you......have I seen you before?"
Wen Chuo ignored her question and only asked her in response,
"......Who was Bai Yang trying to find?"
The shopkeeper's wife shook her head,
"Ha, how many years ago was this. I've already forgotten."
And then when she lifted her eyes, Wen Chuo had already left. He didn't even take the cigarette he had just bought with him, and the shop owner happily put it back in the cabinet,
"Rich people are just not the same. Hah, his car, do you know how much money that is worth? More than 500 thousand yuan. Why would he be here huh."
And then asked,
"Who did he ask you about just now?"
His wife didn't even lift up her head to say,
"Bai Yang ah. Really, your brain can't fit a single thing in there. The woman who hung herself and lived on the fifth floor. The police even came here a few times because of that incident. That Bai Yang is her kid."
The moment she said that, the owner remembered and slapped his thigh with force,
"Oh, Chen Mei Ying's huh. That woman is ruthless. I heard Bai Yang was scared crazy because of her."
His wife rolled her eyes,
"You can try being with your own mother's dead body for an entire night. How old was Bai Yang! If it were you, you wouldn't be right in the mind either."
"Hey, say what you want, but don't bring my mother into this."
The owner unhappily shook his newspaper and said as he continued to read,
"I just remember Wen Chuo. That young rascal couldn't learn to be on the straight and narrow, always racking up his tab with me here every day, fooling around with the troublemakers from the opposite street. Heh. I remember he was always with Bai Yang, that little idiot, and they had always seemed to get along. Too bad he disappeared not long after."
"What getting along. That young rascal was always trying to swindle money out of Bai Yang. What a lack of conscience he had, deceiving a mentally ill for their money."
