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Zhang Yifan paused for a moment.

He really couldn't produce it.

His personal housekeeper called him, and he said he would come today to complete the formalities, but the formalities have not been completed, he has not received the keys, and he has nothing to prove that he is the owner.

He can't exactly say, "I have a system in my head, and this house is a reward it gave me."

If I told them, the security guard could just take him to a mental hospital.

Seeing that he couldn't answer, the security guard's smugness grew even stronger, and he let out a long, cold snort.

He started shaking all over: "Alright, alright, stop pretending."

A poor student who doesn't study properly comes here pretending to be a homeowner. He should take a good look at himself in the mirror.

Hurry up and leave, don't delay me from welcoming my important guest.

"If you don't leave now, I'll call for help. We'll drag you out, and don't worry about the embarrassment."

The driver, unable to bear it any longer, tugged at Zhang Yifan's sleeve and whispered:

"Young man, forget it, it's better to avoid trouble."

Even when beating a dog, you have to consider its owner; and we can't afford to offend the security guards in this community.

I appreciate your kindness, but don't get angry with someone like that because of me.

You can't reason with this kind of person. They think they're rich just because they have a coat, but they're really just a doorman.

The security guard had sharp ears and exploded before the driver could even finish speaking.

He whirled around, his face flushed red, his finger nearly poking the driver's nose, and his voice so loud it could be heard throughout the street:

"Who the hell are you calling a dog?! Who are you calling a doorman?!"

You, a penniless taxi driver, dare to curse me?

I'm telling you, you're finished! This isn't over yet! You just wait!

The security guard was a completely different person after he hung up the phone.

He shoved his phone into his pocket, straightened his back, and held his chin high.

He was just arrogant a moment ago, but now he's practically flying high. He stood in front of the taxi, arms crossed, and looked at Zhang Yifan, saying:

"Just wait, the manager will be here soon."

"Didn't you want to complain about me? When they get here, you can complain all you want. Let's see if they listen to you or me."

After saying that, he pointed to the driver.

"And you, don't go! If you leave, you'll be a coward."

"A lousy taxi driver dares to challenge me? Today I'll show you that this job isn't so easy."

The driver's face visibly lost its color.

He could still hold on with a burst of energy when he was arguing with the security guard, but now that he heard the word "manager," that energy seemed to have been punctured by a needle, and it was hissing and leaking out.

He's just a taxi driver with elderly parents and young children to support. He has to carefully budget every month. If some big shot records his license plate and causes trouble, he won't dare take any more fares in this area.

He tugged at Zhang Yifan's arm, his voice low and urgent, with a clear hint of panic in his throat:

"Young man, let's hurry up and go, don't be so reckless."

When the manager arrives, he'll definitely side with his own people. There's no point in us two outsiders arguing on their turf.

"I appreciate your kind offer, I really do, thank you so much, but let's not cause ourselves any trouble, let's go."

Zhang Yifan did not move.

Seeing that he didn't move, the driver became even more anxious, tightening his grip on his sleeve.

"Why are you so stubborn, kid! You're still in school, don't you know that some things in this society can't be reasoned with?"

In these upscale residential communities, the property management and security guards are all in cahoots. If you, an outsider, try to argue with them, you'll definitely be the one who suffers in the end.

Hurry up and get out of here before the manager arrives...

"Zhang Yifan?"

A clear, crisp voice came from behind me, not loud, but very clear.

Zhang Yifan turned his head.

Shen Zhiyi stood on the sidewalk a few steps away, wearing a simple white T-shirt and light-colored trousers, carrying a convenience store bag containing several bottles of yogurt and a box of pen refills.

She tilted her head and looked at him, then at the taxi next to him, then at the arrogant security guard at the door, her brows furrowing slightly.

Then she naturally walked over and stood next to him.

The security guard's smile froze for a moment.

He knew Shen Zhiyi.

Not only do I know her, but I also know which villa she lives in, who her father is, and which cars her family owns.

In this community, there are some homeowners he needs to smile at, and some he needs to bow to.

The Shen family, on the other hand, belonged to the kind of family where even when bowing, he had to bend several degrees more than others, almost to the point of bending his waist to ninety degrees.

Shen Zhiyi's father is a leader in the provincial education department, and her mother is a member of the municipal political consultative conference. They usually drive cars with passes, and even when the property manager personally comes to deliver gifts during holidays, they may not be able to get in the door.

At this moment, he watched as Shen Zhiyi walked up to Zhang Yifan and stood so close, tilting her head to look at him. It was clearly not a chance encounter. Suddenly, he felt a pang in his heart, and a chill ran down his spine.

No way, dressed like that, getting out of that beat-up taxi, he's probably just a classmate at best.

They're just classmates, who would stand up for a classmate and meddle in such a trivial matter?

And even if she wanted to intervene, she could just apologize and be done with it. How much temper could a young girl have?

"What are you doing here?" Shen Zhiyi asked Zhang Yifan.

"I'm here to take care of some business. Do you live here?"

"Hmm." Shen Zhiyi nodded, then gestured with her chin towards the door. "What's going on? Why are you standing at the door?"

Before Zhang Yifan could speak, the security guard quickly interjected, his tone completely different from before, changing from arrogant to respectful, and he even bowed slightly at the waist:

"Miss Shen, it's nothing serious. It's just a taxi driver blocking the entrance and refusing to leave. I'm dealing with it right now."

These two people are related to you...

He was halfway through his sentence when he saw Shen Zhiyi turn to look at him, and the rest of his sentence got stuck in his throat.

Zhang Yifan briefly recounted what had just happened.

They didn't hold back a single harsh word for the security guard, but they also didn't exaggerate.

After hearing this, Shen Zhiyi didn't speak immediately, but turned to look at the security guard.

"He's my classmate," Shen Zhiyi said, looking at the security guard.

The security guard's lips moved slightly, and a fine layer of sweat visibly seeped from his forehead.

Although Shen Zhiyi didn't say anything, she put invisible pressure on him at that moment.

He felt his throat was dry and his voice was much weaker.

The arrogance he displayed just now, banging on the hood and yelling, has completely vanished.

"Miss Shen, that's not what I meant. I just... I was just following the rules."

The taxi was blocking the main entrance. I asked him to move it, but he wouldn't. I was worried that it would block the residents' way, so I got a little anxious.

I know my words might have been harsh, I apologize, I apologize...

"Follow the rules?"

Shen Zhiyi placed the convenience store bag next to the guard post and crossed her arms over her chest.

"According to the rules, if a taxi drops someone off at the main entrance and stops for less than two minutes, is that enough time for you to slap the hood of their car?"

According to the rules, you called someone a poor wretch? You arbitrarily fired them? Which employee handbook states that?

With each question she asked, her voice dropped half an octave, not becoming more aggressive, but colder and colder, until it was as thin and sharp as a needle, piercing straight into the security guard's heart.

"Where is your property manager? Have him come over."