Love Apartment: Martin's Transformation Adventure

Chapter 41 One-Straight-Thinking Old Man Qin

Martin sat by the roadside, staring blankly at the dark sky.

He chased him for nine blocks, and even though Bo Binggai fell and scraped his skin all over the curb, he still couldn't catch the lottery shop owner.

He resigned himself to his fate...

"What is destined to be yours will be yours, and what is not, you cannot force... Ah, never mind."

Martin stood up and limped down the deserted street, the streetlights casting long, long shadows of him...

Martin hailed a taxi on the way and embarked on his journey home.

"Thank you, driver."

"It's okay, young man. Think positively. Remember this: life will always leave us battered and bruised, but in the end, those wounded places will become our strongest points."

Watching the taxi leave, Martin forced himself to walk into the residential area.

"Martin? Are you Martin?"

A figure suddenly darted out from the side.

Martin was startled and warily watched the approaching figure.

"Who are you?"

The old man walked over and said, "Hey! I've finally found you. You forgot? I'm the convenience store owner. You won 69 drinks at my store today."

"Oh, it's you, convenience store owner."

Martin relaxed and asked curiously, "How did you know I lived here, sir?"

The old man said speechlessly, "Your memory is a bit out of sync with your age. You forgot, you were the one who told me!"

"Really? Oh, I remember now, hehehe." Martin chuckled awkwardly, then asked, "Sir, is there something you need from me?"

"I'm bringing you drinks! You didn't take any of the drinks you won. I'm not one to take advantage of others, so I brought them to you." The old man pointed to the tricycle by the roadside.

"Oh my, sir, you're too kind of you to bring this to me personally. Besides, how could I possibly finish all these drinks?"

Looking at the tricycle, Martin really didn't know what to say, and most of his resentment dissipated.

The old man waved his hand, "If you can't finish it, that's your problem, it has nothing to do with me. I'll just deliver it."

"Are you really being honest?" Martin asked, puzzled. "Hey? If you're here to deliver drinks, why are you squatting here?"

The old man huffed, "Damn it! Just thinking about it makes me angry! What kind of lousy neighborhood is this?! That damn security guard wouldn't let me in, saying there's a rule that strangers aren't allowed in, and for safety reasons he told me to call you and come pick me up at the gate. How would I have your number?!"

"Well, I couldn't argue with him, so I had to wait for you outside. I was about to leave, but I actually ended up waiting for you."

"Oh dear, it's all my fault, I'm late. May I ask your surname, sir?" Martin reached into his pocket, only to find nothing.

He doesn't smoke, so he doesn't have the habit of carrying cigarettes...

"My surname is Qin, and I am the sixth in my family. You can call me Uncle Qin or Qin the Sixth."

"Uncle Qin, I can't let you make this trip for nothing, so here's... a small token of my appreciation, please don't think it's too little..."

Martin pulled out a hundred-yuan bill that he had just found that day and hadn't even warmed up yet, and stuffed it into Grandpa Qin's hand.

"I don't want it this way, I don't want it!"

Grandpa Qin was so anxious that he even spoke in his local dialect.

The two started pushing and shoving each other.

"You've brought this to me so late at night, I can't be ungrateful, please accept it!"

Grandpa Qin refused, saying, "No, no, it's my own choice, it has nothing to do with you. But if you really want to thank me, you only need to promise me one thing."

Martin paused, then asked, "What is it? Just tell me, as long as it's within my power, I'll definitely agree."

"It's about you winning the lottery... what was that saying again? Oh right, authorization, you authorize me to tell other people about your lottery win, is that okay?"

After saying that, Grandpa Qin looked at Martin with expectant eyes.

Martin chuckled helplessly and said, "Is that all? Go ahead and say whatever you want, even embellish it!"

"Okay, that's enough."

Grandpa Qin was quite pleased with himself, and quickly went to get the drinks.

"Hey, I'll take it, no need to trouble you." Martin quickly took the cardboard box from Grandpa Qin's arms.

Grandpa Qin said, "Okay, you carry this box and this small box, and I'll help you carry the other box."

"No, Uncle Qin, thank you for your kindness, but I'm a grown man and I can't even carry three cases of drinks... Oh my god!"

The three cases of drinks did indeed have some weight, and Martin's face quickly turned red.

"Go? Where to?" Grandpa Qin asked blankly.

"No, I'm not going anywhere. You...you should go home now, I won't see you off."

"Wait a minute, I forgot to give you this hat."

Grandpa Qin stopped Martin, took out the fake emperor's hat and helped Martin put it on his head. He said earnestly, "Young man, let me give you a piece of advice. The Qing Dynasty is long gone. You need to be down-to-earth and stop having those unrealistic dreams of becoming an emperor."

"Oh? No, sir, you've misunderstood. I just bought it for fun."

"That would be best. Okay, let's go, watch the road."

Martin, wearing the emperor's hat, swayed and staggered into the residential area.

Grandpa Qin shook his head and chuckled, preparing to pack up and go home, when he saw a splash of red.

Pick it up and take a look.

One hundred yuan!

Holding a hundred-yuan bill, Grandpa Qin looked in the direction of Love Apartment and smiled.

"This kid seems like a good person, and he's lucky too, but his health is a bit weak. Judging by his age, he should be around the same age as Xiao Mo. Looking at his attire, I don't know if he's a real Taoist or a fake one. I wonder if he'll ever be able to find love and get married..."

Martin, who was struggling to move forward with his drink in hand, had no idea that he was being targeted.

Meanwhile, on balcony 3602.

Hu Yifei, holding a walkie-talkie, said, "Don't worry, with me here, I'll slay gods and demons alike! Have confidence! Chest out! Stomach in! Head up!"

Lu Zhanbo from 3601 immediately struck a strange pose.

"I've really never tried it before, and I feel really uncomfortable right now..."

"Zhanbo," Lin Wanyu greeted as she came out of the room.

"Hi! Wanyu~" Lu Zhanbo waved stiffly.

Hu Yifei looked at 3601 through binoculars and said into the walkie-talkie, "Target spotted! Zuo Shandiao, enter Level 1 combat status."

"Chest out, stomach in, head up!"

"Is your neck uncomfortable?" Lin Wanyu asked with concern, noticing Lu Zhanbo's strange posture.

Lu Zhanbo laughed awkwardly, "No, I just think it looks cooler standing like this!"

"You're already very handsome."

Lin Wanyu smiled and walked to the dining table.

Hu Yifei said to Lu Zhanbo, "She praised you, so give her a piece of your mind."

Lu Zhanbo asked, "How should we retaliate?"

"What did you say?" Lin Wanyu didn't hear clearly and looked at Lu Zhanbo in confusion.

Lu Zhanbo remained in the same position, chuckling awkwardly, "No! I was just talking to myself."

Hu Yifei reminded her helplessly, "Just compliment her back, say she's pretty."

Lu Zhanbo quickly said, "I said you're beautiful!"

Lin Wanyu smiled shyly and sat down in the chair opposite her.

"Zuo Shandiao, can't you pick a more sophisticated adjective?" Hu Yifei was speechless.

"Can I sit down?" Lu Zhanbo remained in one position, his tone pleading.

Hu Yifei and Lin Wanyu both said at the same time, "Okay."

Lu Zhanbo relaxed and moved to the chair to sit down as if he had a cramp.

Phew~ I can finally rest...

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