Two minutes later, Old Gao returned with a smile. He approached Su Yang cheerfully and said, "It's all settled, Mr. Su. I’ve arranged for all the agency fees for rentals in the city to be halved for Little Yu."
"Oh? Thank you, Old Gao. You’ve really saved me a lot of time."
"Ah, Mr. Su, don’t mention it. It’s my pleasure to help you both, hehe."
As he spoke, Old Gao picked up his phone and sent Su Yang a WeChat message.
"His name is Wang Qiang. He specializes in property rentals in Haicheng. I’ve sent his number to your WeChat."
Su Yang checked his phone and smiled. "Wang Qiang, right? Got it. I’ll contact him later. Thanks, Old Gao."
"Don’t mention it, Mr. Su. It’s just a phone call. Wang Qiang and I are close—it’s no trouble at all."
"Alright, I won’t keep you then. We’ll get going. You have work to do."
"Sure thing, Mr. Su. I’ll get back to it." Old Gao nodded politely at Xia Zhiyu and Lu Yun before heading upstairs.
After Old Gao left, Su Yang exchanged a few more words with Lu Yun before leaving the restaurant with Xia Zhiyu.
As soon as they stepped outside, Xia Zhiyu looked up at Su Yang, her lips pressed together shyly. "Thank you so much, Su Yang. You’ve helped me so much—I don’t even know how to repay you."
Su Yang shook his head. "No need for repayment. Didn’t I tell you? We’re friends. Friends don’t need to say things like that."
Xia Zhiyu’s clear eyes fixed on him. "You helped me when I was at my lowest. I’ll find a way to repay you properly someday."
Su Yang chuckled helplessly. "Alright, alright. We’ll talk about that later. For now, let’s go check out some places."
"Okay!"
They walked to the parking lot, where Su Yang pulled out his phone and dialed the number Old Gao had sent.
After a few rings, a man’s voice answered.
"Hello, who’s this?"
"Hi, are you Wang Qiang?"
"Yes! Oh—you must be Mr. Su, the one Old Gao just mentioned?"
Su Yang smiled. "That’s right. I’m Su Yang."
"Ah, Mr. Su! It’s an honor! Old Gao’s talked about you so much—you’re a big deal! I never thought I’d get the chance to work with you. When Old Gao told me your friend was looking for a place in the city, I knew I had to help, haha!"
Su Yang laughed. "No need for the flattery. I’m just an ordinary guy. But yes, I do need to rent a place for a friend in the city. Old Gao said you have a lot of listings. Where’s your office? I’ll come over so we can discuss it properly."
"Of course, of course! I’m at the office now. Is this number your WeChat ID? Let me add you and send you the address."
"Sure, go ahead and add me. I’ll accept right away."
"Great! Sending the request now."
"Alright, talk soon."
After hanging up, Su Yang opened WeChat and immediately saw a new friend request. He accepted, and Wang Qiang promptly sent a location pin.
Su Yang checked it and grinned. "Not too far." He turned to Xia Zhiyu, who was waiting nearby. "Hop in, Little Yu. We’re heading over now."
"Okay, Su Yang."
Once they were in the car, Su Yang leaned over to fasten Xia Zhiyu’s seatbelt, teasing her lightly. "You’re blushing."
"Huh? Am I?" Xia Zhiyu quickly covered her cheeks, her voice soft.
Su Yang smiled at her adorable reaction but didn’t press further. He started the car and drove toward the pinned location.
Wang Qiang’s office, Haicheng Strong Leasing Co., Ltd., was only 1.3 kilometers from Yue Shiguang Restaurant.
Seeing the name, Su Yang thought to himself, Strong Leasing? Not bad.
Seven or eight minutes later, Su Yang parked outside the company. The office was on the street, with a large storefront and a bright yellow sign displaying the company name.
After parking, Su Yang and Xia Zhiyu walked inside.
The interior was spacious, with only a few people around. Directly ahead was a counter where a young man sat staring blankly at a computer. In front of it was a simple reception area—a large black leather sofa and a wooden coffee table with a tea set.
To the left was a 40-50 square meter workspace where a few young employees were busy at their computers.
Just as Su Yang was about to ask for Wang Qiang, a slightly plump man in his thirties, dressed in a navy-blue suit, emerged from a room to the right of the counter.
Spotting Su Yang and Xia Zhiyu, the man’s eyes lit up, and he approached with a grin. "You must be Mr. Su?"
"That’s me."
"Haha! Mr. Su, welcome! I’m Wang Qiang. You should’ve messaged me when you arrived—I would’ve come out to greet you."
"No need. Your place was easy to find."
Su Yang and Xia Zhiyu took a seat on the sofa while Wang Qiang settled across from them and began preparing tea.
After filling the kettle, he pulled out a pack of Huazi cigarettes and offered one. "Care for a smoke, Mr. Su?"
"Not right now, thanks."
Wang Qiang nodded and set the pack aside. "No problem. So, you’re helping this young lady find a place?"
"Yep, that’s right."
"Got it. Could you share her requirements so I can narrow down the options?"
"Sure, give me a sec." Su Yang turned to Xia Zhiyu. "Little Yu, any preferences?"
Xia Zhiyu thought for a moment before murmuring, "Something affordable would be best."
Su Yang shook his head with a smile. If it were up to her, she’d probably end up in some rundown old complex. Since he was helping, he might as well find her a decent place.
"Little Yu, how about you let me handle this? Do you trust me?"
"Of course!" she replied instantly.
"Good. Then leave it to me."
Without waiting for her response, Su Yang turned back to Wang Qiang. "Wang Qiang—mind if I call you Old Wang?"
"Not at all, Mr. Su!"
"Here’s what I’m looking for: First, the place should be near Yue Shiguang. Second, the neighborhood should be nice. Third, the interior should be well-furnished. That’s about it."
Wang Qiang grinned. "Plenty of options, Mr. Su! The area around your restaurant is full of high-end complexes, and we’ve got listings there."
Hearing the words "high-end residential area," Xia Zhiyu's expression changed slightly as she gently tugged at Su Yang's sleeve.
"What's wrong, Little Yu?"
"Brother Su Yang, we really don’t need to be too close to the restaurant. It’s fine if it’s farther away, and... even if the environment isn’t great..."
Listening to Xia Zhiyu’s hesitant words, Su Yang immediately understood—she was worried the rent would be too expensive.
He gave her a reassuring look. "Little Yu, didn’t we agree? Leave this to me. You don’t have to worry about it."

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ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!

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