SFS Chapter 57 Fun Things About Renting a Room
Chapter 57 Fun Things About Renting a Room
chapter 57
Meng Youcheng followed the landlord down the stairs and continued walking into the alley. After a while, he turned a corner.
"This is the toilet..."
An extremely pungent and unpleasant smell assaulted my senses.
Meng Youcheng looked around. The environment here was extremely poor. The ground was full of potholes and littered with garbage. There was a stench emanating from somewhere, enough to suffocate anyone...
For Meng Youcheng, all of this was fine, within an acceptable range.
Looking ahead, there are two rooms; those are what's called the toilets...
There was a latrine inside the house, a squatting type.
Meng Youcheng didn't go in, because just looking inside from the outside was already extremely disgusting...
The floor there was covered in water, or rather, stains...
He didn't want to describe the rest...
Most importantly, there was a terrible, foul stench coming from inside...
It makes one feel nauseous...
The landlord, unable to bear it any longer, added, "The environment here is a bit poor, but I'll clean it when I have time. You don't need to worry about it, even though this is a public restroom..."
"But not many people know that only a few people from this neighborhood come here to use the restroom..."
"I'll come to clean every month, so you can rest assured..."
Meng Youcheng nodded, just about to speak...
Just then, a firm slap landed on his shoulder. "Hey! You still haven't explained yourself! What do you mean?! Who's your nephew?!"
"When did I ever have an uncle like you?!"
"And who speaks without thinking?! How can you be so rude?!"
Jiang Yuming put his hand on the man's shoulder and started babbling at him...
Meng Youcheng turned to look at him helplessly, just about to speak...
"vomit……!"
The boy suddenly gagged, "What's that smell? It tastes like poop! Ugh...!"
The man watched him gag, and then burst into uncontrollable laughter...
"This is a toilet, so of course it smells like shit?"
Jiang Yuming looked up at him in disbelief. "What did you say? You said this is... a... toilet?"
Meng Youcheng nodded, and couldn't help but pat his back gently. "Are you alright?"
"I... ugh...!"
The boy couldn't even utter a word. After all, someone as wealthy as him had never smelled such a odor before. Before he could finish speaking, he gagged...
The landlord in front of the building also couldn't stand it anymore, saying, "Let's talk outside, the smell here is really strong..."
"good……"
The three of them left the restroom area and entered the alley...
Jiang Yuming's dry heaving finally subsided. "You mean that place we just saw was the toilet?!"
Meng Youcheng nodded, "Yes..."
"That place stinks so much, over there...!"
The boy was so excited he was incoherent...
Meng Youcheng interrupted him, "The toilet doesn't smell? Then where else would smell?"
"No, it's mainly that toilet..."
Jiang Yuming thought for a long time before finally managing to utter a few words, "The smell there is like a stinky ditch, no, no, it's even stinkier than a stinky ditch, no, it's like decades-old shit that hasn't been flushed..."
It was hard for Meng Youcheng not to laugh when he heard his description.
A slight smile played on his lips. "Actually, I can smell it. You don't need to describe it..."
"I……"
The boy lowered his head. "So, is it okay if I don't have to stay here?"
"Can't."
Jiang Yuming immediately became agitated, "I already said it stinks, and that room upstairs, it doesn't look like a habitable place at all! Even my dog doesn't live in a place like that, it really can't be..."
"No, I don't have any money..."
The man interrupted him without hesitation, "If you have money, you can choose somewhere else."
The boy slowly exhaled...
"I would never go to a place like that to use the toilet! And your shabby room, I would never stay there either! Really! I would never..."
"uh-huh……"
Before he could finish speaking, Meng Youcheng suddenly uttered a sound.
Jiang Yuming looked at him, stunned for a moment, "What do you mean?"
The man patted him on the shoulder. "It means you have guts, and I believe in you. If you don't want to go to the bathroom, I won't stop you, and I certainly won't force you..."
"But I really can't afford the house. I hope you can understand and make do with it."
The boy suddenly became agitated. "But, I...!"
Meng Youcheng ignored him and turned to look at the landlord...
The older woman smiled at him. "Little brother, have you talked to your nephew yet? Tell him that rent is very expensive in first-tier cities, but it's cheaper here. Although the environment is a bit worse, at least it will save a lot of money..."
"We can eat better, and once we make money in the future, we can leave..."
Meng Youcheng smiled. "Thank you, sister. He'll handle it himself. Here's the 2000 yuan for you..."
As he spoke, he took out 2000 yuan and handed it to the landlord.
The woman counted for a while, then said, "Exactly 20 cards. I'll come back for rent next month. I'm going to play cards now..."
"Okay, goodbye."
Meng Youcheng turned to look at the boy...
The idiot still looked quite depressed.
The man couldn't help but smile...
This silly boy, born with a life of luxury, has never suffered such injustice before. He'll definitely be upset for a while, or maybe he'll throw a tantrum. But to be honest, seeing him so sullen makes me quite happy...
To be honest, Meng Youcheng didn't really want to coax him.
The boy didn't make a good impression on him, and he kept calling him "uncle" the whole way, which made him quite unhappy. However, seeing the boy's discomfort made him feel relieved.
But we still need to appease this proud young master...
It can be said that... it has somewhat alleviated his image in his mind, at least making him less hostile towards him.
The man gently stepped forward and patted his shoulder. "Have you thought it through? It's not a big deal, it's just for a month..."
"A month later, the company will arrange a variety show for you. If you do well, you can move out."
The boy looked up at him, his eyes filled with annoyance...
"But, this place..."
Before Meng Youcheng could speak, Jiang Yuming angrily said, "I will absolutely not stay in this godforsaken place! And I will absolutely not go to that stinky toilet either!"
"Fine, whatever you want..."
I'm not going to coax him anymore. Whatever, he has to stay whether he wants to or not. Anyway, he has no money and can't escape. Let him be...
Once they've calmed down, they'll have to obediently come back!
Moreover, with so much trash in the room, if we don't clean it up now, they really won't have anywhere to sleep tonight!
Meng Youcheng turned and walked up the stairs. "If you don't want to stay, then don't stay. You can go out and find a place to live. If you have the money to rent, I won't stop you."
He strode forward, completely disregarding the boy's emotions.
Meng Youcheng arrived at the house and began to tidy up.
There was a lot of trash, a complete mess, all sorts of things. He rummaged through it casually, keeping what he could use and throwing away what he couldn't...
There are two large New Year pictures in the room. The one next to the bed is a baby with the words "May you have a son soon" written on it.
Meng Youcheng didn't tear it, but his expression was a little strange.
The next picture shows several fish with the words "May you have abundance every year" written on them.
This is a good idea.
There's a lot of trash here, including pots and pans. According to the landlord, these things were prepared in advance, but they're really dirty and need to be washed.
There was a spider web hanging on the wall, and a small spider. He took a broom, knocked the spider web off, and stomped the spider to death.
There was only one wooden plank bed, which was narrow and only two meters long, and it looked like it could only fit one person...
That young master must have been given a bed to sleep on. If he slept on the floor and something bit his face, his path to stardom would be ruined.
Meng Youcheng laid out the sheets and duvet cover...
Fortunately, these are still relatively clean.
After tidying up the trash, I threw it out. When I went downstairs, I didn't see the young master; he must have gone out and been feeling down.
Ugh……
He figured he'd most likely be sleeping on the floor tonight, so he grabbed a mop and shoveled it around...
After a quick rummag, I found a new blanket and sheets, and decided to make do with that...
When I came out, I looked at the messy kitchen.
Meng Youcheng was busy again...
I put the lid on the oil drum, washed myself with dish soap, and all the oil stains on the wall were washed away...
I took a quick look and the production dates of the rice, oil, and salt were all valid; they're usable for now.
I wiped and wiped it with a cloth until it was finally clean.
Meng Youcheng's sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and his forearms and below were completely soaked with sweat; beads of sweat were dripping from his forehead...
He sighed, suddenly feeling incredibly accomplished that he had single-handedly completed all the work…
"ah……!"
Just then, a piercing scream shattered the peace...
Meng Youcheng was completely stunned...
Was that a zombie making noise just now?
"ah……!"
Immediately afterwards, another sharp scream rang out...
wrong?!
Damn, why does that sound like Jiang Yuming's voice?!
Meng Youcheng immediately ran down the stairs and headed towards the source of the sound...
That place looks like a toilet?!
The man had just turned the corner and entered the restroom...
Then I saw Jiang Yuming standing outside the toilet door, looking like a "malo"...
The boy was frantically dancing a "strange dance," as if something had gotten inside his clothes and he wanted to shake it off, so he was dancing wildly while shouting desperately...
"ah……!"
Meng Youcheng hurried over, "What's wrong?"
Jiang Yuming saw the man as if he had seen a savior. "Please help me quickly! When I went to the toilet just now, a bug crawled into my clothes...!"
Meng Youcheng: "Let me see..."
The boy stopped...
Meng Youcheng tugged at his leader, then looked inside...
Holy crap...!
There's nothing there?
But... one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight?
He has exactly eight-pack abs...
How did you train like that?