"Are all rich second-generation kids so hardworking and resilient these days?" On the way back, Brother Wei clicked his tongue in amazement. "We're used to being poor, so it doesn't matter, but a rich young master is different..."

Lu Yan was also surprised.

Before today, he had always thought this "new neighbor" wouldn't last long before running home to his parents.

Not long ago, Xiao Heng was the owner of an awesome, roaring, modified luxury car, dropping one million two hundred thousand without batting an eye. ...

After sighing with emotion, Brother Wei asked again, "Drinking tonight? Let's go for one?"

Lu Yan: "Again?"

8 PM.

Rooftop.

Lu Yan went up early to set up the table.

Brother Wei not only carried half a case of beer but also brought a bag of peanuts. Following behind him was Zhang Xiaohui, who had just returned from the film studio. "Let me tell you guys, a few days ago I was on my motorcycle, chasing this son of a bitch from the south of the city all the way to the north, and he just kept running..."

Lu Yan had one leg bent, his foot propped on the edge of the chair. He shelled peanuts as he spoke, "Bro, have you considered installing a sound system on your bike? Chasing people while blasting music, how cool would that be."

Brother Wei heard this and immediately sensed something was off. "Don't think I don't know what you're plotting."

Sure enough, after shelling a peanut, Lu Yan said, "When the time comes, I'll copy a few of our band's songs for you, and you can help us promote them at the same time."

Brother Wei was amazed.

What kind of genius was this?

As a former member of the Women's Federation Committee, Brother Wei had always possessed a soft heart that yearned to unite the neighborhood. Halfway through their drinking, he had Lu Yan go downstairs and ask the new neighbor if he wanted to come up and drink with them.

"Is the rich young master off work? Go ask him. He's a new neighbor, we should show him some care, get to know him," Brother Wei said. "It's just that our residential area has declined. If this were back in the day, we would've definitely held a welcoming party."

"Alright, alright, care. I'll go down and ask."

Lu Yan tossed some peanuts into his mouth and got up to go downstairs.

Xiao Heng had just gotten back from the internet cafe not long ago and had just finished showering.

When he opened the door, water was still dripping from his hair. Sparing with his words as if they were gold, he said, "Speak."

Lu Yan rubbed his nose. "We're drinking. You wanna come up and have some with us?"

Perhaps the word "drinking" attracted him. Although his basic accommodation and job were temporarily sorted out, Xiao Heng's mood probably wasn't great. He asked, "Where?"

Lu Yan said, "The rooftop."

The two of them headed to the rooftop, one after the other.

Lu Yan casually explained, "If you ever need to dry anything, you can bring it up here. Over there, you just have to set up those few racks."

The "racks" Lu Yan mentioned were just a few broken bamboo poles tied together with iron wire into a long frame with four legs.

Xiao Heng, behind him, was seeing such a crude clothes-drying setup for the first time.

"Does it stand?"

"Depends on the weather. It'll stand if there's no wind."

"..."

When Brother Wei saw the two of them come up, he waved at them.

Lu Yan brought him over, and after they sat down, he said, "How about it, wanna introduce yourselves?"

"Surname Zhang, given name Xiaohui. A future famous actor, currently without any representative works. If you want to see a TV show I'm in, you can watch the fifth episode of 'Dragon Gate Assassin', pause at thirteen minutes and twenty-six seconds, and one of the fifty masked assassins is me."

After Zhang Xiaohui finished his brief self-introduction, he extended his hand to Xiao Heng. "Hello."

Xiao Heng: "..."

Lu Yan saw that Xiao Heng's expression was clearly unnatural.

It was Brother Wei's turn. Brother Wei smiled. "You can just call me Brother Wei like Yanyan does. I'm in the lending business, usually just go out to collect some debts."

The term "collecting debts" sounded rather sensitive.

Moreover, Brother Wei didn't look like a good person at all. He was all muscle, looking like the type to walk down the street with a group of underlings following him.

As someone privy to the previous Kang Ru incident, Brother Wei declared with dramatic cadence, "But I'm not that kind of unprincipled, immoral, bottom-line-less loan shark! I run a legitimate business, our company operates in strict accordance with national rules and regulations, so please don't misunderstand!"

"..."

This time, Xiao Heng didn't even have an expression.

Lu Yan, sitting to the side, hooked the pull tab of a can with one hand and opened a beer. The more he listened, the more he wanted to cover his face. "You two, just stop talking."

If they kept talking, people would probably think there wasn't a single normal person in this building.

Xiao Heng did indeed feel that the people in this building were not quite normal.

Next to him, a band's lead singer with bizarre guitar skills.

Across from him were two people: one a bit-part actor, the other a debt collector.

"Your turn, Yanyan," Brother Wei said.

Lu Yan: "I don't need to, do I?"

A characteristic of Lu Yan was that his bottom line could be lowered at any time.

Just a moment ago he felt embarrassed for Zhang Xiaohui and the others, but when he looked up again, his psychological burden had vanished. He pushed another can of beer over. "I'm Lu Yan, renowned band lead singer, the light of the Lower District, a musical genius. It's your honor to meet me."

After a long moment, Xiao Heng took the can of beer and, looking at him, said, "Xiao Heng."

A very concise introduction.

Lu Yan met Xiao Heng's eyes and, for no reason at all, felt that his self-introduction was indescribably formal.

It had a kind of... 'getting to know you again' feeling.

He couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Like a sharp blade.

It completely separated the person sitting next to him drinking, from the Xiao Heng he had met before who drove a modified car.