Chapter 922: 565. Literary and Art Performance_2
Qing Chen needed ti, he needed more ti to recover from his injuries.
Zhang ngchan pondered for a mont, glanced at the sleeping Qing Chen, then called Lao Luo: “Please co over.”
When Lao Luo was personally guarding the building, Zhang ngchan ran all the way to the illicit clinic in the Ninth District. He hesitated for a long ti, and finally pushed the door open and went inside.
“Hello, I want to ask, do you sell eyeballs here? I want to transplant an eyeball,” Zhang ngchan said.
The old doctor in the clinic looked at him: “Eyeballs? Eyeballs are very valuable, kid, do you have money?”
“I do,” Zhang ngchan said stubbornly: “Do you have eyeballs that can be transplanted?”
The old doctor said: “Then, I need to draw blood for testing first, then send your compatibility to see if anyone is selling.”
The little boy struggled for a long ti: “Isn’t there anyone who donates?”
The old doctor laughed: “This thing is so valuable, people are keen to sell it for money, who would donate it for free? Even if soone really donates, it will be sold for money. Do you think a donation will directly end up in your hands?”
The little boy was silent for a long ti: “Then can I buy soone else’s donation?”
“Sure,” the old doctor said with a smile: “I’ll find a donor for you right away.”
Zhang ngchan imdiately understood that in this world, no matter what he said, the old doctor would send the compatibility information and bounty to those who sell organs, never seriously looking for an actual donor.
Zhang ngchan couldn’t even confirm if the eyeball ca from a donation.
Ultimately, he would beco the type of person he hated the most, at least an accomplice.
But… is it really impossible?
The video of the boss fighting seed to have opened a new world door in his life. If he could be as formidable as the boss, he could definitely visit many places, see many sights, and do many things.
Life would be different from then on.
But does it really have to be completed at such a cost?
Zhang ngchan was silent for a long ti: “I don’t want it anymore.”
With that, he turned and ran out.
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“Everyone gather downstairs, everyone gather downstairs, those sleeping, working, making babies, or cleaning kids, stop what you’re doing and gather downstairs,” Zhang Qinghuan said, walking around the Pigeon Cage Building with a gaphone.
The tenants in the building all looked bewilderedly, not knowing what was happening.
Qing Chen was also forced to get up and go downstairs.
Zhang Qinghuan continued: “Today we’re doing disinfection and pest control for the entire building, giving everyone a clean living environnt. Please cooperate or there might be bloodshed.”
The club’s way of doing things, even the disinfection, was full of their style.
Upon hearing Zhang Qinghuan’s words, the tenants ca out one after another.
And then they thought, could it be to search their hos for money?!
At this point, Zhang Qinghuan, with the younger mbers of the art club, said: “Don’t rush out, we’ve prepared seals for everyone. Co get one if you need it. We’ll spray insecticides and disinfectants in the corridors. Even if there’s a door gap, it can penetrate, so you can safely place the seal to prevent anyone from ssing with your belongings.”
Everyone skeptically took the seals, thinking that the art club was being overly considerate.
They asked, “But… you’re kicking us out. Where do we go?”
Zhang Qinghuan’s eyes lit up: “No worries, the disinfection and pest control will be done in an hour. Downstairs we have prepared a cultural performance to entertain everyone during this ti. The New Year is approaching, consider it an early greeting from the art club. We’ve prepared snacks and stools; feel free to head down!”
Upon hearing this, the tenants were surprised. Such a thing?!
This was certainly sothing new in the Ninth District!
Everyone ca downstairs to see the building being disinfected on one side, while outside, mbers of the art club stood in three rows in suits.
The art club mbers all had fierce looks and were wearing sunglasses.
The imposing scene made those unaware think they were about to wipe out the Pigeon Cage Building.
Qing Chen observed with interest. His internal organs were sore, and he didn’t want to speak a word.
Luo Wanya and Xiao Qi next to him were cracking sunflower seeds.
When Zhang Qinghuan saw everyone was seated and other building residents were also watching, he smiled at everyone: “This is our art club’s first cultural performance, forgive us if we are not up to par.”
He then stood in front of the choir: “Ready?”
“Boss, we’re a bit nervous,” soone said.
Zhang Qinghuan was displeased: “You can chop people without being nervous, but singing a song makes you tremble?!”
“We really can’t sing well,” the big guy said.
“No way, you’ve got to sing since we’re already here. If you can’t hit that high chorus note, just lip-sync; the other brothers will cover for you! That’s the power of teamwork, understand?” Zhang Qinghuan finished speaking and returned to the front of the choir, like a conductor, slowly raising his hand.
The choir started off well, but when it reached the climax, the entire choir suddenly fell silent, not making a sound!
However, everyone’s lips were still diligently singing.
Silence.
Luo Wanya was stunned: “Did they make deaf?!”
Qing Chen sighed: “This Zhang Qinghuan is really honest, saying he’s making a fool of himself, and he did.”
Zhang Qinghuan, at this mont, wanted to dig a hole and hide in it out of embarrassnt.
The residents realized what was happening, and burst into laughter, hitting the ground laughing uncontrollably.
No one rembered the last ti they laughed so heartily. The pressures of life nearly bent everyone’s backs, leaving no energy for laughter.
Slowly, Zhang Qinghuan scratched his head and laughed along, with a silly and naively simple smile.
At this ti, residents from the neighboring building ca over and said: “Can we move into the Pigeon Cage too?”
Zhang Qinghuan was stunned for a mont: “Of course, isn’t this a free place? Whoever wants to co can, there’re many vacant rooms inside.”
The resident said: “But the landlord suddenly raised the rent, tripling it!”
Luo Wanya raised his eyebrows. All the good deeds they did, and yet the landlord benefited without any efforts? These are the people at the very bottom, yet there are people above them sucking their blood.
A slight rent increase is understandable, but tripling it is inhumane!
This is not reasonable rent adjustnt; it’s the harshest exploitation.
“Let’s go talk to the landlord,” Xiao Qi said with a smile, carrying a tal rod and leading the brothers away.
After a few hours, Xiao Qi returned with the bloodstained rod: “We’ve co to an agreent.”
As Qing Chen suggested, if the club is going to have a way of doing things, it needs to stick to its style. You can attempt to be a good person, but you must not forget what resources support your good intentions.
Changing the world also requires gradual progress.
At this ti, Luo Wanya leaned over to Qing Chen and whispered: “We’re ready.”
Qing Chen nodded: “Then let’s start. In a month, I want the Ninth District to have a new look.”
Luo Wanya was exhilarated: “Understood!”
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