This actor is full of tricks.

Chapter 8 Drunkard
The structure of Xinqiao Apartment is that each floor is connected by a long corridor to connect all the rooms. Standing at the entrance of the corridor, you can have a clear view of the entire floor.

"There's only one person living on the second floor now. It's an unemployed homeless person living in room 204."

Standing at the stairs on the second floor, Mr. Zhu walked forward while talking.

"Room 201 is a storage room, filled with things I don't use. Apart from rooms 201 and 204, you can choose either of the two rooms in the middle. They are both single rooms."

He took Lin Jue to 202, took out a bunch of keys and opened the door. As soon as the door opened, a cloud of dust blew in.

Lin Jue stretched out his hands and fanned them in front of him, looking at the structure of the room.

A single room of about 20 square meters, with a toilet on the right side of the entrance and a straight-line cabinet on the left. Inside is a large room with a bed, an old-fashioned printed sofa, and a desk by the window.

"It's been a while since anyone has lived here, so it's a bit dusty."

Mr. Zhu walked into the room, dusted off the sofa, and said with a smile, "The furniture is quite complete. Just dust it off a bit, buy a set of bedding, and you can move in."

"Brother Zhu, let's take this one." Lin Jue took a look and felt very satisfied.

"Okay, I won't charge you a deposit, it'll be 500 yuan a month."

Lin Jue felt for money in his trouser pocket and took out a few hundred-yuan bills. At the same time, a few crumpled coins fell out of his pocket.

There are five yuan, one yuan, and ten yuan options.

Seeing this, Brother Zhu sighed and took four 4-yuan notes from Lin Jue's hand: "I'll take this much from you. You can keep the rest of the money to buy some daily necessities."

It's not easy for young people.

"How can I do this..." Lin Jue bent down to pick up the crumpled money on the ground, feeling a little embarrassed: "I forgot to take out these money when I was washing clothes before. I can use them again after they are dry."

"It's okay, it's okay. That's all." Mr. Zhu put the four hundred yuan in his pocket and said, "Let me see your ID card."

Lin Jue took out his ID card from another pocket, and a few coins fell out and rolled to Mr. Zhu's feet.

Mr. Zhu took the ID card and looked at it for a long time: "You are not from Sanjiang?"

"I'm from the north, and I got into Sanjiang University." Lin Jue bent over and picked up the coins: "Sorry, Brother Zhu, I made a fool of you. Few people use coins nowadays, but you can still take that bus."

"Don't pick them up. They're just ten-cent coins. Why would you keep them?" Mr. Zhu's eyelids twitched. "You don't have to buy bedding. I have an unused one downstairs. I'll bring it up for you later."

After saying that, he returned the ID card to Lin Jue and left in a hurry.

This guy named Wang Tianshu kept dropping small change, looking so pitiful that it tortured his kindness. He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he would have to pay more.

"Thank you, Brother Zhu. I really didn't mean to be pitiful. I've worn these pants for too long, and there's something wrong with the pocket."

Lin Jue looked at Mr. Zhu's hurriedly leaving figure and asked again, "Um, Brother Zhu, can I record the video in my room? I want to record my new life."

"Just don't take pictures of me and my wife." Mr. Zhu slammed the door.

The room became a little dark, Lin Jue's eyes became calm, and the expression on his face became restrained.

"This Mr. Zhu seems quite enthusiastic..."

He plopped down on the sofa. "What was his wife about to say? I haven't heard her speak since I met her. Is she mute?"

Lin Jue recalled the woman's silent mouth shape, which was two mouth shapes that opened and said "ah".

"Ah, ah...what does this mean?" He tapped his fingers on the armrest of the sofa when a knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

Lin Jue adjusted his expression, and his eyes changed from calm to decadent and lifeless.

When he opened the door, it was not Mr. Zhu outside, but a man who reeked of alcohol.

"Just moved in?" The man leaned against the door frame, holding an empty wine bottle in his hand.

Lin Jue frowned slightly: "Brother, what's the matter?"

"I'm the neighbor of Room 204. I didn't expect that there would be idiots who would rent this shabby house when it's about to be demolished." The man burped and raised the empty bottle to pour it into his mouth.

Not a drop of wine was poured out, and the man was a little irritated: "New here, lend me some money, I'll go buy some wine."

Lin Jue resisted the urge to punch the rude guy. He seemed a little frightened and took out a crumpled five-dollar bill from his pocket. "Brother, do you think five dollars is enough?"

The man reached out to take the money, but the other end was held tightly by Lin Jue.

"Here you go." The man grabbed it with all his might, cursing, "Are you so poor you can't even lend me five dollars? It's not like I won't pay you back."

Lin Jue watched the man put the money into his pocket eagerly, and asked casually, "Brother, is that Brother Zhu's wife whom I saw downstairs just now, a mute?"

Perhaps it was because he had received "protection money," but the man's tone was less arrogant than before. He replied, "I'm not dumb, but it's strange that Old Zhu has been keeping that woman locked up at home and won't even let her out for some fresh air."

Not dumb?

Why didn't you dare to speak? What were you afraid of?
Lin Jue was puzzled, but on the surface he sighed: "Brother Zhu is also a pitiful man. He has to take care of his wife and manage such a big house."

"This guy is pathetic!" the man cursed. "He was originally a son-in-law, and this apartment belonged to his father-in-law. But four years ago, his father-in-law disappeared inexplicably, and this house fell into the hands of him and his wife."

"Now this house is going to be demolished soon. What a huge sum of money this will cost. Poor guy!"

It turns out that the real landlord of this house is not Mr. Zhu.

Were the inexplicable disappearances caused by mysterious murders? After all, every time the fog invades strangely, there are always people who disappear, no one can see them alive or dead.

This drunkard seems to know a lot about Mr. Zhu.

Lin Jue was about to ask more when he heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Mr. Zhu came up with a set of bedding. When he saw the man, he said unhappily, "You, you're borrowing money from someone again?"

The man curled his lips and said, "This guy looks like a poor guy. How much do you expect me to borrow from him?"

"Get lost! Stop standing here." Mr. Zhu disliked the man very much. "I'll give you three more days to pay the rent you owe me!"

The man sighed and walked back to his home, swinging the empty bottle.

"Don't spend any time with this guy. He just drinks all day." Mr. Zhu kindly reminded him and handed the bedding to Lin Jue: "Use it first, and return it to me when you have money to buy more."

"Thank you, Brother Zhu. I feel so embarrassed..." Lin Jue took it with great trepidation. He said polite words, but his hands were not polite at all.

"Okay, contact me if you need anything." Mr. Zhu patted Lin Jue's shoulder and said, "You are still young. There is no rush to find a job. Don't be discouraged by a small setback."

In his eyes, Wang Tianshu was lifeless and had none of the energy of a young man. He was afraid that if this guy couldn't find a job during this period of time, he would get depressed and commit suicide by burning charcoal in the apartment.

(End of this chapter)