Chapter 149: The Landlord's Foolish Son Making Money from Money

Wucheng is not like Shanghai or Guangdong, where every inch of land is worth gold. If you’re rich enough, buying a few mountains is no big deal. No wonder it’s called Xishan Villa—the entire western mountain range in Wucheng belongs to Qian Duo Duo !

The villa was located halfway up the mountain, resembling a castle. Jing Shu found it quite impressive, and she couldn’t help but recall the ridiculous plan during the Zhengtian robbery, where they had talked about robbing Qian Duo Duo . They probably wouldn’t even have been able to find his house, which is why they switched to targeting the oil base instead.

“Calling No. 13, where is the young master? Over.”

“No. 11 here, the young master is in the haunted house! Over.”

Jing Shu was then taken to the so-called haunted house. In reality, it was just a place filled with props, but it was still decorated as luxuriously as it had been before the apocalypse.

According to the driver, back when there was sunlight, the daily expenses for water, electricity, and staff were around 300,000 yuan. If they held an event or a party, the costs would be even higher. After the apocalypse, they had cut back on some of those expenses.

“Criminal, it’s you!!”

A sudden shout startled Jing Shu. A figure who had been sitting with their back to her at the dining table suddenly turned around, pointing at her dramatically.

Jing Shu: "???"

“There’s no such thing as high or low in reasoning, nor is there victory or defeat. That’s because... the truth is always only one!” A boy of about fourteen or fifteen was completely immersed in his own world.

Jing Shu suddenly realized—this must be the landlord's foolish son. Unlike his father’s big burly appearance, he looked delicate and refined, standing at about 1.6 meters tall, the same height as Jing Shu.

But this kid had an aura that made you want to punch him.

“Why aren’t you applauding?” The landlord’s foolish son, disappointed by the lack of praise, became unhappy.

Dealing with a child who seemed mentally off required patience and tolerance!

*Clap, clap, clap* Jing Shu enthusiastically applauded, even adding, “Amazing!”

Only then did the foolish son, Qian Shengqian, smile a little. See? He’s easy to please… *or not!*

Oh, and according to the driver, Jing Shu learned his name was Qian Shengqian (literally "money making money"). He also had a sister named Qian Qianjin (literally "thousand pounds of money").

“Is she really that heavy?” Jing Shu asked, intrigued.

The driver gave her a strange look, and Jing Shu understood—this family’s names were really something...

“Where’s your dining set?” Qian Shengqian asked.

Jing Shu placed the cooler on the dining table. “The ice cream is all inside.”

Qian Shengqian, however, pressed a button. A group of people dressed in strange costumes entered, each carrying a dish.

Jing Shu felt a bit confused. Weren’t we talking about the “tools” to eat with? Doesn’t that refer to ice cream? Wait, are we having an actual meal?

Qian Shengqian pulled out a small ivory-like bowl and chopsticks. “Without bringing your own tableware, you’re not allowed to eat. That’s the rule in our house. My dad said we should thank you for making such delicious ice cream, but I still have to follow the rules.”

He looked a bit smug.

So… I’ve been tricked.

Wasn’t the landlord’s son supposed to be “foolish”? Did I misunderstand the definition of “foolish”?

Fortunately, Jing Shu always kept a variety of things in her space.

She smiled and opened the cooler, pulling out a set of chopsticks and a bowl. “Good thing I brought mine.”

Qian Shengqian burst out laughing. “It’s fake…” He then flipped over the dishes, shaking them vigorously, revealing them to be props.

Jing Shu: "Haha." *I’m not going to stoop to the level of a fool, stay calm, stay calm.*

But it was getting hard to keep her composure! What’s with this kid’s love for playing pranks?

Next, Qian Shengqian clapped his hands, announcing they were switching scenes. Then, with a dramatic click, he declared, “Now it’s time for the *Tom and Jerry* plot. You’ll play Jerry the mouse, I’ll play Tom the cat, and I’ll start chasing you. Once I catch you, we’ll...@#￥%...?”

Jing Shu’s expression turned strange. “You… sure about that?”

…

Forgive Jing Shu for being the mouse, who accidentally beat the cat—Qian Shengqian—several times, purposely letting herself get caught and then flipping him over to the ground for another round of pummeling.

Qian Shengqian cried real tears, sobbing, “This isn’t how the story was supposed to go!”

Jing Shu sighed with satisfaction. “Doesn’t the mouse always beat up the cat when it gets caught in the cartoons?”

Qian Shengqian hiccupped through his tears, “I guess that’s true...”

Just then, a deep voice interrupted their fun. A burly man with a raspy voice burst into the haunted house, explaining the situation.

“My apologies, Miss Jing. Mr. Qian invited you for dinner, but somehow the young master found out and intercepted you. Mr. Qian has been looking for you for a while and only just found out you were here. The young master didn’t make you do anything strange, did he? Oh dear, why is he crying?”

Jing Shu suddenly felt like she had been tricked into a mental hospital, asked to do strange things, only to be told later by the real head doctor that the person who met her was actually a mentally ill patient…

Jing Shu calmly said, “Your young master was performing a crying scene. Doesn’t it look convincing? Shouldn’t you applaud?”

The burly man hesitated for a moment before clapping loudly. “Young master, that was an amazing performance!”

Qian Shengqian grinned widely.

Jing Shu facepalmed. She had been invited under strange circumstances, asked to perform strange tasks, only to discover that the landlord’s foolish son wasn’t just foolish—he might have some mental issues as well…

As it turned out, Jing Shu had been meant to have dinner with Mr. Qian. However, due to a delay and some last-minute changes, the dinner was canceled. But at least Qian Shengqian had been satisfied with the spicy-flavored ice cream, and to apologize, Qian Duo Duo had even offered more diesel as compensation, promising to properly treat her to a meal next time.

“Next time, you’ll be Tom the cat, and I’ll be Jerry the mouse!”

That’s what Qian Shengqian said as they bid farewell.

Jing Shu smiled sweetly and nodded. If there’s a next time, I’ll make sure it’s unforgettable.

For now, Qian Shengqian wouldn’t need any more ice cream, and Jing Shu didn’t need any more diesel.

Jing Shu’s stockpile of ice cream was sufficient for now. As the future months would grow colder and colder, she wouldn’t be eating ice cream for much longer. The milk stockpiled at home would soon be turned into powdered milk and milk tablets.

During this period, Jing Shu transformed into a hardworking little bee. In the final, hottest two months of the apocalypse’s first ten years, she worked to dry as many vegetables, fruits, and various foods as possible for future migrations and daily use.

For example, her mother’s favorite apricots—one batch was eaten, another dried. The yard was filled with dried apples, strawberries, and grapes from the greenhouse.

The coconut trees that had been growing for over half a year now ripened every five days, producing an amazing yield. Apart from drinking them constantly, Jing Shu processed the remaining coconuts into 3 cubic meters of coconut milk and fruit. Then, she cut down the six coconut trees and planted 6 cubic meters worth of other fruits, beginning a frenzy of fruit-drying.

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*Side Note:*

Thanks to *Wevo Ka*, *Yuyu*, and *Drunken Pear* for the support!