Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 922: 565. Literary and Art Performance_2

Qing Chen needed time, he needed more time to recover from his injuries.

Zhang Mengchan pondered for a moment, glanced at the sleeping Qing Chen, then called Lao Luo: “Please come over.”

When Lao Luo was personally guarding the building, Zhang Mengchan ran all the way to the illicit clinic in the Ninth District. He hesitated for a long time, and finally pushed the door open and went inside.

“Hello, I want to ask, do you sell eyeballs here? I want to transplant an eyeball,” Zhang Mengchan said.

The old doctor in the clinic looked at him: “Eyeballs? Eyeballs are very valuable, kid, do you have money?”

“I do,” Zhang Mengchan said stubbornly: “Do you have eyeballs that can be transplanted?”

The old doctor said: “Then, I need to draw blood for testing first, then send your compatibility to see if anyone is selling.”

The little boy struggled for a long time: “Isn’t there anyone who donates?”

The old doctor laughed: “This thing is so valuable, people are keen to sell it for money, who would donate it for free? Even if someone really donates, it will be sold for money. Do you think a donation will directly end up in your hands?”

The little boy was silent for a long time: “Then can I buy someone else’s donation?”

“Sure,” the old doctor said with a smile: “I’ll find a donor for you right away.”

Zhang Mengchan immediately understood that in this world, no matter what he said, the old doctor would send the compatibility information and bounty to those who sell organs, never seriously looking for an actual donor.

Zhang Mengchan couldn’t even confirm if the eyeball came from a donation.

Ultimately, he would become the type of person he hated the most, at least an accomplice.

But… is it really impossible?

The video of the boss fighting seemed to have opened a new world door in his life. If he could be as formidable as the boss, he could definitely visit many places, see many sights, and do many things.

Life would be different from then on.

But does it really have to be completed at such a cost?

Zhang Mengchan was silent for a long time: “I don’t want it anymore.”

With that, he turned and ran out.

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“Everyone gather downstairs, everyone gather downstairs, those sleeping, working, making babies, or cleaning kids, stop what you’re doing and gather downstairs,” Zhang Qinghuan said, walking around the Pigeon Cage Building with a megaphone.

The tenants in the building all looked bewilderedly, not knowing what was happening.

Qing Chen was also forced to get up and go downstairs.

Zhang Qinghuan continued: “Today we’re doing disinfection and pest control for the entire building, giving everyone a clean living environment. Please cooperate or there might be bloodshed.”

The club’s way of doing things, even the disinfection, was full of their style.

Upon hearing Zhang Qinghuan’s words, the tenants came out one after another.

And then they thought, could it be to search their homes for money?!

At this point, Zhang Qinghuan, with the younger members of the art club, said: “Don’t rush out, we’ve prepared seals for everyone. Come get one if you need it. We’ll spray insecticides and disinfectants in the corridors. Even if there’s a door gap, it can penetrate, so you can safely place the seal to prevent anyone from messing with your belongings.”

Everyone skeptically took the seals, thinking that the art club was being overly considerate.

They asked, “But… you’re kicking us out. Where do we go?”

Zhang Qinghuan’s eyes lit up: “No worries, the disinfection and pest control will be done in an hour. Downstairs we have prepared a cultural performance to entertain everyone during this time. The New Year is approaching, consider it an early greeting from the art club. We’ve prepared snacks and stools; feel free to head down!”

Upon hearing this, the tenants were surprised. Such a thing?!

This was certainly something new in the Ninth District!

Everyone came downstairs to see the building being disinfected on one side, while outside, members of the art club stood in three rows in suits.

The art club members all had fierce looks and were wearing sunglasses.

The imposing scene made those unaware think they were about to wipe out the Pigeon Cage Building.

Qing Chen observed with interest. His internal organs were sore, and he didn’t want to speak a word.

Luo Wanya and Xiao Qi next to him were cracking sunflower seeds.

When Zhang Qinghuan saw everyone was seated and other building residents were also watching, he smiled at everyone: “This is our art club’s first cultural performance, forgive us if we are not up to par.”

He then stood in front of the choir: “Ready?”

“Boss, we’re a bit nervous,” someone said.

Zhang Qinghuan was displeased: “You can chop people without being nervous, but singing a song makes you tremble?!”

“We really can’t sing well,” the big guy said.

“No way, you’ve got to sing since we’re already here. If you can’t hit that high chorus note, just lip-sync; the other brothers will cover for you! That’s the power of teamwork, understand?” Zhang Qinghuan finished speaking and returned to the front of the choir, like a conductor, slowly raising his hand.

The choir started off well, but when it reached the climax, the entire choir suddenly fell silent, not making a sound!

However, everyone’s lips were still diligently singing.

Silence.

Luo Wanya was stunned: “Did they make me deaf?!”

Qing Chen sighed: “This Zhang Qinghuan is really honest, saying he’s making a fool of himself, and he did.”

Zhang Qinghuan, at this moment, wanted to dig a hole and hide in it out of embarrassment.

The residents realized what was happening, and burst into laughter, hitting the ground laughing uncontrollably.

No one remembered the last time they laughed so heartily. The pressures of life nearly bent everyone’s backs, leaving no energy for laughter.

Slowly, Zhang Qinghuan scratched his head and laughed along, with a silly and naively simple smile.

At this time, residents from the neighboring building came over and said: “Can we move into the Pigeon Cage too?”

Zhang Qinghuan was stunned for a moment: “Of course, isn’t this a free place? Whoever wants to come can, there’re many vacant rooms inside.”

The resident said: “But the landlord suddenly raised the rent, tripling it!”

Luo Wanya raised his eyebrows. All the good deeds they did, and yet the landlord benefited without any efforts? These are the people at the very bottom, yet there are people above them sucking their blood.

A slight rent increase is understandable, but tripling it is inhumane!

This is not reasonable rent adjustment; it’s the harshest exploitation.

“Let’s go talk to the landlord,” Xiao Qi said with a smile, carrying a metal rod and leading the brothers away.

After a few hours, Xiao Qi returned with the bloodstained rod: “We’ve come to an agreement.”

As Qing Chen suggested, if the club is going to have a way of doing things, it needs to stick to its style. You can attempt to be a good person, but you must not forget what resources support your good intentions.

Changing the world also requires gradual progress.

At this time, Luo Wanya leaned over to Qing Chen and whispered: “We’re ready.”

Qing Chen nodded: “Then let’s start. In a month, I want the Ninth District to have a new look.”

Luo Wanya was exhilarated: “Understood!”