Chapter 123
The person sitting next to Pig Hu is a security guard from Hunan, who reportedly has a relative working in the property management here. He looks down on Pig Hu’s sloppy style and that greasy, middle-parted long hair; he also despises the old man’s laziness and rascality, along with his petty attention to detail. He could even dig out a used aluminum toothpaste tube from under the wall corner cabinet, claiming he was going to sell it for scrap, which made him despise Pig Hu even more. However, Pig Hu doesn’t care; thinking himself as Hu Xiaoye, after all, he is someone with a reputation in the worldly society, able to secure a meal wherever he goes. But he came here for Ye Tian, who resembles his younger self—stubborn as a mule and quite daring. They say people die for wealth and birds die for food, but a loyal official also needs a heart full of loyalty and courage. Ever since Ye Tian pulled him out of detention, he has seen things in a new light. Following this youngster might not bring him a fortune, but at least it wouldn’t leave his life bland and dull.
Loyal officials and righteous masters, that’s settled.
Zhang Houtu has the heaviest duties, but he is also the most pleasing one. Many residents have written letters of commendation to the property management, praising this big guy standing at the gate, and the letters often highlight fine details: his salute is very standard, he has a nice smile, his teeth are white, and even some mischievous ladies wrote in their hearts, "I like his smile, warm like the sun in winter. I like it even more when he blushes on the sides of his cheeks while talking to me, like fiery clouds on the horizon, this adorable big boy."
"Hahaha..."
That night, Ye Tian vividly read the content of the letters, causing everyone to burst into laughter, except for Zhang Houtu, who was nonchalantly cooking.
"Old Zhang, you’re famous now. It looks like it won’t be long before some dames drag you into bed. With your physique, at least a ’nine times a night lad’!" Pig Hu joked shamelessly, his center-parted long hair swaying disgustingly with the movement of his body.
Zhang Houtu sat on a stool, waving for everyone to come over and eat, even carefully spreading his jacket on Liu Zhongshi’s stool to make it warmer to sit on.
"None of the people living here are good."