Chapter 15

On the weekend.

At the corner door of the rental house.

Zhang Ye was resting today. "Ghost Stories at Midnight" was a program that aired every day of the week, but he had already recorded the shows for Saturday and Sunday in advance. The female assistant, Xiao Fang, would handle the broadcasting, allowing Zhang Ye to sleep in, a rare luxury. He didn't get out of bed until a little after ten, stretching lazily. The first thing he did was to open the game ring and check the results of the past five days. His reputation points were at 100,000. Apart from the first episode, which increased by over 10,000 points, the second episode saw a smaller increase, but the remaining episodes each added 20,000 points to his reputation. Watching the reputation points increase daily gave Zhang Ye a great sense of satisfaction.

With enough points, he could draw a prize again.

Without hesitation, Zhang Ye spent 100,000 reputation points to activate the lottery option. "This time, I don't need a special category. A property or skill category would be fine. I've drawn twice already, and I haven't seen what other categories contain yet!"

He spun the wheel!

The pointer flew around!

Property... Special... Skill...

The pointer slowed down, sweeping through these areas. Just as it was about to stop at the skill category, it moved a tiny bit forward and didn't stop!

Just a little more!

Well, it's a consumable again!

Zhang Ye accepted it, opened the small treasure chest, and inside was a transparent small wooden stopper bottle!

[Invisibility Potion]: Drinking it will make you invisible for five minutes.

After reading the game ring's description of the item, Zhang Ye indifferently put the potion bottle into the ring. The item slot was like a spatial storage bag. He was clearly not very satisfied with the item he drew. What could he use it for? To sneak into the women's restroom? Don't be ridiculous. Zhang Ye had always been a gentleman and would never do such a dirty thing, not even in his thoughts. Besides, the effect only lasted five minutes, which wasn't enough for anything!

Outside the door, some noise could be heard.

After washing up, Zhang Ye opened the door and saw a group of tenants blocking the hallway.

"Landlady, the rent is already expensive. Why are you raising it again?" a college student said angrily.

"Right, are you trying to make us homeless? This is exploitation!" a white-collar woman shouted.

Rao Aimin, standing in the middle, had a cold expression. She narrowed her eyes and confronted the crowd, "Housing is so expensive now, and everyone is raising their prices. Do you think I run a charity? If you can't afford it, don't live here. There are plenty of people who want to rent. Humph, you, Xiao Zhao, when you owed money and people came to collect, who lent you the money to pay them off? And you, Xiao Xue, when you couldn't afford your tuition last year, who paid it for you?"

The college student immediately lost his nerve and said softly, "I've already paid you back, haven't I?"

Rao Aimin glared with her beautiful eyes, "Paid back and that's it? Have you forgotten all the good I've done for you? You ungrateful wolves! If you don't want to live here, get out!"

Many people fell silent and quietly returned to their rooms.

The other tenants who hadn't received help from the landlady still resisted the rent increase, but Rao Aimin scolded them one by one. Her mouth was so venomous that no one could argue with her!

When everyone had left, Rao Aimin noticed Zhang Ye, "Hey, Xiao Zhang, come here!"

Zhang Ye couldn't avoid her, so he reluctantly followed Rao Aimin to her place.

The door closed, and Rao Aimin, wearing slippers, picked up a cultural newspaper with a small circulation from the living room coffee table and opened a page in the corner. "I saw this by chance when I bought the newspaper this morning. Not bad, you made it into the news." She shook the newspaper and read in a sarcastic tone, "Recently, the cultural frequency of the Beijing Radio Station's 'Ghost Stories at Midnight' broadcast a story called 'Ghost Blows the Lamp,' which has gained significant attention from listeners within a certain range. It has set a record for the highest listenership in the late-night program of this frequency, achieving great success. It even has the potential to break the monopoly of physical publication and online serialization in the horror novel genre. According to our reporter, this story is actually an original work by the program's DJ, Zhang Ye, so the program's success is somewhat non-replicable."

Zhang Ye, who had never known he was in the news, quickly stepped forward, "Let me see."

"Although the newspaper's circulation isn't large and the page is a bit obscure, it's still not bad, right? You've achieved this just after joining the radio station?" After praising him, Rao Aimin sat down with her legs crossed and quickly changed the topic, "When are you going to pay the rent? If you can't pay, you can do housework to pay off your debt. The house needs cleaning again!"

Her mood changed faster than turning a page!

Zhang Ye pursed his lips, "Landlady, look, I'm in the news now. I have an identity and fans. Can I..."

Rao Aimin cut him off, "What identity do you have? Your current identity is that of a debtor!"

Zhang Ye tried to bargain, "I can do housework, but you have to provide me with meals at noon and night." He couldn't even afford instant noodles anymore.

Rao Aimin gave him a sidelong glance, "You're making demands now?"

Zhang Ye complained, "I haven't had lunch yet. I can't work if I'm not full."

Rao Aimin, clearly unwilling, pursed her lips and went to the kitchen to look around. She finally threw a plastic bag of buns at him, "Here! I just bought them this morning!"

Zhang Ye didn't hesitate, eating them cold and hungry.

Rao Aimin sneered, "All you think about is eating. Did you not eat in your past life? But let me tell you, eating buns can be fatal!"

Zhang Ye had already eaten two buns and choked, "Eating buns can be fatal?"

"Why would I lie to you? A tenant in our building died last year because of eating buns. Everyone knows about it!" Rao Aimin recalled.

Last year, someone did die. Although Zhang Ye wasn't there at the time, he had heard about it after moving in. He was immediately terrified. In his world, there were issues like Sudan Red, gutter oil, and melamine, making food safety a serious concern. Zhang Ye was already on edge. Hearing that someone had died from eating buns, he turned pale and tried to vomit the buns out, but he couldn't. He felt like he was about to die and urgently asked, "How did that person die? Was it terrible?"

Rao Aimin flicked a speck of dust off her beautiful legs and sighed, "It was terrible, really terrible. He went out to buy buns and was hit and killed by a truck on the road!"

"Hit and killed?" Zhang Ye almost fainted, "What does that have to do with eating buns?"

"I didn't say it had anything to do with it." Rao Aimin laughed, clearly teasing Zhang Ye.

Zhang Ye: "..."

Rao Aimin was in a good mood and patted Zhang Ye's head, "Alright, finish eating and clean the house. Also, draw me a bath. I'm going to soak."

Her smile was like a blooming flower, full of charm!

She was a woman who exuded femininity from head to toe!

Although Rao Aimin often teased Zhang Ye, had a bad temper, was older, moody, cold, and greedy, Zhang Ye couldn't help but feel a natural liking for her.

Because she was so beautiful!

Zhang Ye dreamed of marrying such a beautiful woman!

But thinking about it, it didn't really matter. What good is a beautiful wife? After a while, you get used to it, and it doesn't matter whether she's beautiful or not. Don't believe it? Here's an example: Before marriage, everyone thinks their wife is beautiful and loves her to death. But after seven years of marriage, if you can look at your wife for more than a minute, it's a sign of your deep affection. Of course, if you indignantly shout, "Nonsense, even after fifty or five hundred years, I still think my wife is the most beautiful woman in the world," then without a doubt, your wife is right there with you, reading a book!