I, Yan Jiefang, will live to 2025 in this courtyard house.

When these people saw Yan Jiefang sitting in the main room, smiles appeared on their faces.

"Comrade Yan, we've finally found you."

The middle-aged man at the front reached out his hand.

Although I don't know these people, I can tell from their smartly dressed suits and the pagers hanging on their waists and the cell phones they carry in their hands that they are all well-off.

Yan Jiefang, unaware of their purpose, politely invited them to sit down and offered them tea.

"Who are you?"

"This is our General Manager Shao..."

A young man nearby immediately spoke up.

The middle-aged man who had shaken hands with him earlier glared at him fiercely, silencing him from saying anything more.

"My nephew is young and doesn't know any better, please don't take offense. It's all my fault, I forgot to introduce myself."

My surname is Shao, and I own a small clothing store. I heard you sing "The Heroic Spirit of China" before, and I was immediately awestruck.

Your singing was absolutely superb; many singers' covers pale in comparison.

At this point, General Manager Shao paused, looking at Yan Jiefang as if waiting to see his reaction.

But Yan Jiefang had no interest in what he was saying; he was busy with other things and didn't have time to waste on their nonsense.

So he picked up the teacup, paused in front of it for a moment, and then put it back on the table.

The meaning of serving tea and seeing the guest off was very clear, but the person acted as if they didn't see it.

Business people generally have thick dough sheets.

As long as they can gain benefits, they are willing to throw their pride aside and trample on it.

Seeing that Yan Jiefang seemed indifferent, General Shao gave a wink to a woman with wavy hair next to him.

The woman immediately stepped forward, smiled, and bowed slightly to Yan Jiefang.

"Comrade Yan, hello, I am You Fengxia, the secretary of General Manager Shao. I'm here today to ask you to come."

She took a thick envelope out of her bag and placed it on the table.

"If you can sing 'The Heroic Spirit of China' at the entrance of Mr. Shao's new store when it opens, this thousand yuan is yours."

Yan Jiefang looked at these people, a slight smile playing on his lips:

"Hehe, so that's what it is. Thank you for thinking so highly of me, Mr. Shao. But I'm not a singer, how could I just go out and sing for free?"

He pointed towards the door.

"You may leave."

A burly young man stood up and glared at Yan Jiefang:

"Letting you sing is a favor! Don't be ungrateful!"

"Little Li!"

Mr. Shao called out to the young man, then turned and bowed to Yan Jiefang.

"I'm sorry, we were rude. We'll be leaving now."

After saying that, he left with his men.

Yan Jiefang sat in his seat, seemingly lost in thought. A few minutes later, the Mind Rifle suddenly appeared in his hand.

A few seconds later, the rifle disappeared again, as if it had never been there.

Afterwards, he closed the door, went into a room on the side, took out a spirit stone, and began to cultivate.

Two weeks later, Yan Jiefang sat on the bed, and the air around his body seemed to distort. This phenomenon disappeared after a few minutes.

He opened his eyes, let out a long breath, finished his practice, and stood up. The data on the panel rose from 9/100 to 10/100.

This means that his cultivation level has risen from the first level of Qi Refining to the second level of Qi Refining.

As his cultivation level improved, he also gained an ability common in the cultivation world— heightened senses.

Unlike the dust removal technique at the first level of Qi Refining, the heightened senses can greatly enhance Yan Jiefang's perception abilities.

Not only are their eyesight and hearing much better than the average person, but they also possess a small ability to sense danger.

If something might harm him, he can vaguely receive a mental prompting and perhaps avoid it in advance.

As one's cultivation level increases, this ability will be enhanced.

As his cultivation level improved, his physical fitness also improved slightly, reaching 20.

With this level of cultivation, he's nothing in the cultivation world; he's just a lowly Kara who can be easily wiped out by others.

But in this degenerate age of the courtyard house, he could already be considered a remarkable person.

While cultivating himself, Yan Jiefang, as a modern person, also cannot be out of touch with society for too long.

Besides reading newspapers, he would often wander around the area, hoping to find a courtyard house with one courtyard to buy.

In Nanluoguxiang and even Dongcheng District, there are quite a few people selling these courtyard houses, but almost all of them have property disputes or are currently occupied by tenants.

Finding a courtyard with absolutely no or few disputes is extremely rare.

Fortunately, the children are still young, so there's no rush. We can find them slowly.

In the midst of such ordinary days, one day, when Sha Zhu and Yan Jiefang were dividing the profits, Sha Zhu suddenly mentioned something:

"Yi Zhonghai died a couple of days ago. I heard he died in Zuojiazhuang. Someone saw him and said he suddenly collapsed to the ground."

When the others went to check, he kept repeating the same phrase: "I've been completely fooled by Li Cuilan!"

Yan Jiefang never paid attention to what happened in courtyard number 95, and even when he first transmigrated there, he almost never cared about what happened in the courtyard.

What happened over there had virtually nothing to do with him.

Hearing of the death of the Moral Celestial was something that had been preordained.

He had late-stage lung cancer, and apart from his own efforts, there was probably no one in the world who could cure him.

As for the last words of the Celestial Venerable Morality, he understood them after a moment's thought.

This is what happens when you raise someone else's child!

Live it!

He used to live a very comfortable life on his own.

At such an advanced age, still raising someone else's child is just plain stupid.

He worked hard all his life, and was still toiling away on his deathbed.

He longed for retirement, but he never got to enjoy it for even a single day in his life!

Li Cuilan, an older woman, is quite a formidable character; she managed to ensnare someone as shrewd as Yi Zhonghai.

It just goes to show that the saying goes: women are inherently gentle, but become strong when they become mothers!

Moreover, Li Cuilan was no ordinary woman to have been able to sleep in the same bed with the Moral Celestial Venerable.

You can't sleep two kinds of people in one bed.

Now, so many years have passed, and her son is almost an adult.

However, Li Cuilan herself was not blessed, as she also suffered from illness and would not live for more than a few years.

The one who truly profited was the man who left the child.

He didn't care about anything else, but someone else raised his son to adulthood, and he made a fortune.