After I died, the scumbag went crazy

rental house.

When Lu Zhe brought A Xing and me to the vicinity of Tinglan Garden, we were really stunned.

This is Haicheng, where every inch of land is valuable. I never thought that there would be such a small alley that looks like a slum near the wealthy area.

This alley is very narrow, and it is difficult for two people to walk side by side. It is a small corridor between the new and old buildings in the community.

This alley seems to separate the poor and the rich in Haicheng.

Standing at the entrance of the alley, I looked at the tall buildings on the right, and then at the old and dilapidated houses on the left that had not yet been demolished.

The poor and the rich, although so close, are yet worlds apart.

"The rent here is cheap, more than 3,000 yuan a month, more than 3,000... is the average wage level in other cities. If you rent a house, you will lose everything." Lu Zhe said in a low voice and sighed. "So, on the cruise ship, the gap between the rich and the poor is so big that there will be such a big conflict. The poor have never seen the happiness of the rich, and the rich also despise the efforts and labor of the poor."

"We have complained so many times. This is Tinglanyuan, an upscale residential area in Haicheng. The people living in these old and dilapidated houses nearby are all migrant workers. Do you think this is appropriate?"

Many rich people are protesting. "It stinks every day when I pass by here. Do you know that they affect our housing prices?"

I look at those rich people who point their fingers at others and curse them. They may not be the richest people, but compared to the real rich people in the upper class, they, the middle-class people, seem to look down on the poor more.

"Move out now, move out!" A fierce middle-aged woman ordered the migrant workers to be driven away.

A suitcase was thrown out. The old suitcase was damaged and the zipper was broken. The clothes inside were scattered on the ground, as well as pancakes and pickles wrapped in several plastic bags.

The man who was kicked out looked quite old, probably in his sixties, with dark skin. He packed his things awkwardly and nervously.

His clothes weren't very nice, but you could tell they were washed very cleanly.

His stubble was turning a little grey, and there were a lot of white hairs.

“I’m telling you, move out of here, you stinky migrant workers, just like beggars.” The woman was still cursing, covering her nose in disgust, and was about to kick the man’s pancake.

I walked over, grabbed her collar, and dragged her to the back, frowning and saying, "Do you want to stay in jail for a few days?"

"I'm a policeman." Lu Zhe said in a deep voice and showed his police officer ID.

"Tsk, the police are so great. We have already bought this place and are preparing to demolish it. It is only natural for us to let them go." The middle-aged woman was arrogant.

"We have paid one month's rent." The man said honestly, his voice choked with sobs.

"Don't you understand? Your landlord sold the house, and now this is mine." The middle-aged woman was still shouting.

"Sales do not break leases." Ah Xing said in a low voice.

The middle-aged woman was stunned for a moment and frowned. "I am the owner of the house, I have the final say."

"Then call the police." Ah Xing looked at Lu Zhe. "I'll pay for the lawyer's fees. She can't win if she's sued."

The middle-aged woman's face darkened. Seeing Ah Xing's extraordinary temperament, she gritted her teeth. "Mind your own business."

"Without the lower classes, how can you rich people sit still?" I sneered. "Without the poor, the farmers, and the migrant workers, who would build houses for you?"

Without the gap between the rich and the poor, the rich would be restless.

The rich use every means to create a gap between the rich and the poor because they need the poor to work for them, but at the same time they look down on the poor.

Haha... this is the general situation in this society. I have to rely on you to survive, but I also look down on you for being poor and at the bottom of society.

Seeing that she couldn't win the argument, the middle-aged woman left angrily. "Uncle Li, we'll help you." Lu Zhe squatted down and helped the man clean up.

Li Fugui quickly waved his hands, stood up and thanked them repeatedly. "Thank you, thank you."

I looked at the honest man in front of me, Uncle Li? Is this Li Xiulian's brother?

"Are you Li Xiu Lian's brother?" I looked at him and asked.

Li Fugui nodded quickly. "I am..."

He really looked honest and simple, not like a bad guy.

Li Fugui looked at me for a long time before he smiled and was too embarrassed to speak. "She looks a bit like my sister..."

"Li Xiu Lian has been missing for so many years, why did you call the police now?" I interrupted the other person and asked.

Li Fugui waved his hand. "Everyone in the village thinks my sister went to a big city, married a rich man, went abroad, and never came back... I think so too."

He also always felt that Li Xiu Lian had gone abroad.

I no longer recognize this family.

"In the early years, she kept sending letters and money home, and later she also remitted money, but gradually we lost contact. I looked for her and asked others to look for her, and the news I got back was that Xiulian married a rich man, went abroad, and never came back." Li Fugui looked a little embarrassed, his hands had cracks from working, and it seemed that he was someone who had been doing hard labor for many years.

"I just wanted to avoid being a burden to my sister. We come from the countryside and we are uneducated... If my sister has the ability to marry a rich man, we won't go... and become a burden." Li Fugui said bitterly, grabbing the edge of his clothes.

He doesn't look like he's lying.

"Some people say that Li Xiu Lian married a rich man. Do you know who she married?" I asked again.

Li Fugui shook his head. "My sister sent me a photo a few years ago. It was a photo of her and a man. I don't know if she married this man."

Li Fugui took out an old photo from his pocket. The photo was a little yellowed and wrinkled.

I reached out to take the photo, looked at the young man in the photo, and frowned. "Look at this man, is he Fu Zhengming?"

Ah Xing took a look and shook his head.

"No." Xing Ang also shook his head. "This person looks a bit like Dad."

Xing Ang looked at Ah Xing.

Li Mingcheng?
Li Xiu Lian has been missing for forty years. She was eighteen years old forty years ago.

If he were still alive, he would be fifty-eight years old...

Li Mingcheng is Axing's father. If he were still alive, he would be around 58 years old.

Ah Xing looked at the photo carefully. "It should be Li Mingcheng."

Oh...this is about to become interesting.

Li Xiu Lian, a woman from a small mountain village, met Li Mingcheng at the age of eighteen. After they were together, they took photos, which Li Xiu Lian was able to send back home, indicating that she had set her sights on Li Mingcheng.

But Li Xiu Lian disappeared at the age of 18, which means that she disappeared not long after being with Li Mingcheng.

Li Mingcheng, however, seemed to treat her as a passer-by in his life. Not only did he get married and have children, but he also got a gene-edited child, Ah Xing, through a genetic tissue experiment. (End of this chapter)