The four-person group went to where Zhang Boer lived.
Zhang Boer did not live on the large flat floor. In his own words, he lived alone, and such a big house was too insecure.
He always wondered if someone was hidden in other rooms. “Boss, you don’t know. Every night before going to bed, I have to check under the bed and in my wardrobe. After checking, I lock the bedroom door so that I can sleep.”
Feng Yin, who was walking in front, turned around and looked at Zhang Boer.
“Did you have this habit before you have money, or after you have money?”
“Boss, what’s the matter?”
Feng Yin nodded meaningfully and said, “Before, it means that you are not only poor but also thinking a lot. After that, it means that you are a rich paranoia. Although you are tired of living, you have reason at least.”
“Oh—–I am the one before.”
Li San wrapped his arms around Zhang Boer’s shoulders one by one, and said earnestly: “Brother, it’s really not easy for you to live until now.”
“Yes! I feel so too!”
Zhang Boer’s affirmation made the four people laugh and took the elevator to where Zhang Boer lives.
At this time, it is eight o’clock in the evening.
The moment the four-person group came out of the elevator, the sound of a chainsaw exploded in his ears.
Zhang Boer
Li Sanyi lowered his head, looked at himself being pushed out of the elevator, and turned to Zhang Boer and said coldly: “What a good brother!”
“Hehe, I didn’t mean it!”
Zhang Boer smiled flatteringly and walked out after Feng Yin.
He poked his head and looked at the corridor, without the chainsaw murder he imagined.
Chainsaws, electric drills, and ding-bang sounds come one after another, all from Zhang Boer’s neighbors.
“Why are you renovating again! I communicated with him once yesterday.”