The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard-Chapter 340

"Brother Gou? Brother Gou?"

"Chuan, if I tell you, you gotta keep it a secret for big bro."

"Of course!"

Zheng Ergou nodded and said, "Chuan, we’ll go big this time. Once it’s successful, I’ll give you this much." A finger was shown in front of Chuanzi.

"A thousand?" Chuanzi sounded indifferent.

"Look at you skimping."

"Ten thousand!" Chuanzi’s eyes lit up with excitement.

"One hundred thousand!"

"Deal!"

They quickly agreed.

This amount of money was nothing for Zheng Ergou; if things really worked out, he’d earn at least fifty times this number.

"Bro, tell me. How do we do this?"

...

When Ye Tian walked into the yard with He Ku, they saw Zheng Ergou urinating towards the He family’s house.

"You motherfucker, once wasn’t enough for you?" Ye Tian picked up an iron pick leaning against the wall and walked over, scaring Zheng Ergou so much that he shivered and frantically pulled up his pants, struggling with the zipper.

"What are you doing! Hitting people is illegal!"

"I’m hitting you!"

After striking him twice with the iron pick, Zheng Ergou ran away cursing, escaping the courtyard and yelling in the alley. Ye Tian actually chased him out, and Zheng Ergou ended up running with his pants halfway up, barely escaping a beating.

"Motherfucker, wait till I’m rich, I’ll crush you with my money!"

"Fuck off!" Ye Tian simply responded with two words, driving Zheng Ergou out of the alley.

Back in the yard, Ye Tian shoveled some dirt to cover the puddle of urine before heading back inside.

He Ku had already put the dumplings from the lunchbox into the rice cooker to heat up. These days, He Ku had been sleeping in Ye Tian’s room and wasn’t shy about using the stuff in the house, like washing his face and heating up food, just as if he was in his own home.

Ye Tian was happy to let the little guy tidy up; the room was much cleaner than when he had first arrived.

"Bro."

"Hmm."

"Let’s go together to bring dad some food later."

"Of course."

Now it was the busy time for water delivery, He Biandan started skipping lunch at home and grabbed something to eat at a nearby stall by the water delivery company. Earlier, Ye Tian took He Ku for dumplings, and there were quite a few left. The little guy was heating up dumplings for his dad.

They borrowed an insulated lunchbox from the landlord Old Liu and went out hand in hand. Chuanzi saw Ye Tian through the window crack, wanted to call out but didn’t dare. He felt he should tell Ye Tian about collaborating with Zheng Ergou, but then thought better of it; their conflict was their own. If he didn’t get involved, it shouldn’t be a problem, right? After thinking it over, he simply buried himself under the covers and went back to sleep.

...

Afternoon at one, the water delivery hadn’t begun yet.

Residents of the community were all working civilized people. They required a nap at this hour, and delivering water at this time would almost certainly displease them. Unless they called and urged for it, there was an unspoken rule that water would only be delivered after two.

He Biandan was holding a pancake wrap in one hand and leaning on the pole on his shoulder. A white porcelain pot, which had lost some paint, sat on the table, containing hot water obtained from the security guard at the entrance.

The security guard was an elderly man, and being familiar with each other from numerous visits, He Biandan often took breaks here during the less busy times. He Biandan knew the old man’s house was in this community, and claimed the title of a security guard because he couldn’t stay idle at home.

"Is that enough, or should I add more?"

Hearing He Biandan drink, the guard knew the pot was almost empty.

"That’s fine, add a bit more."

The old security guard refilled the porcelain pot with steaming hot water.

"Little He."

"Hmm?" Chewing a bite of the pancake wrap, He Biandan looked up at the security guard sitting on the chair.

"You’re wasting your talents like this. It’s such a pity with all your skills."

He Biandan laughed, a self-deprecating laugh, "What skills do I have? I can only tap on a keyboard few times."

"Eh, that’s something significant. Last time you fixed the computer monitor in the duty room, my son said if it were taken to a professional, it would not cost less than several thousand. With such skills, you could open a computer store, then where would those bastards go to eat? You are underusing your talents," the security guard said with a sigh.

He Biandan thought about it, said nothing, and continued to eat his pancake and drink the hot water.

The door of the duty room was knocked, "Hey, are you the water delivery guy?"

He Biandan glanced over at a young man in sunglasses, driving an SUV that hadn’t been turned off yet. Old He looked at him and felt he looked somewhat familiar, but upon closer inspection, he couldn’t quite place where he’d seen him before.

"What are you looking at! Answer me, are you delivering water?"

"Yes, yes. Do you need water?"

"Building Eight, Room 702. Be quick!"

Before He Biandan could respond, the car drove off, leaving a trail of black smoke.

Building Eight was also on his route, albeit a bit far. Considering the community’s rules, He Biandan’s electric tricycle wasn’t allowed inside. Seeing his reluctant expression, the security guard waved his hand, telling him to go on in but to be careful. He Biandan smiled but still didn’t feel assured, claiming it was just one barrel of water and not worth the risk. The security guard couldn’t persuade him, so he watched him finish his pancake wrap, gulp down more hot water, and carry a water barrel away.

From the entrance to Building Eight, there was a distance of about two hundred meters, interrupted by three rows of buildings and three levels of parking spaces. It was only when he reached under the fourth row of buildings that he saw the number 8 on the building sign.

He Biandan set down the water barrel on his shoulder to rest for a while and then continued upstairs. He pressed the elevator button, but it didn’t respond. A person coming downstairs told him the elevator was broken. He Biandan thanked him, and the person replied it’s not necessary, it has always been broken, neither delivery nor water people liked to come here, and mentioned that he was a good person too. He Biandan smiled, adjusted his glasses, and picked up the water barrel again.

He carried the water barrel all the way up to the seventh floor in one go. The room numbers were easy to find, as there were only two households per floor, X01 and X02.

He rang the doorbell, and an impatient female voice came from inside, "Coming, coming!" But after waiting for quite a while, no one came to open the door.

"Sir, hello, I’m here to deliver water, you..."

The door opened, but not by a sir, but a lady, "Why the knocking, in a hurry to see someone dead?"

Seeing her somewhat disheveled appearance and thinking of the young man who had just returned, He Biandan could guess something. He said nothing, silently carried the water barrel into the house, followed by the cursing woman.