34: Chapter 34 I just want to keep a low profile, but my strength won't allow it.

Longhu Mountain Villa, Guanhu Residence.

Sunlight streamed into the living room through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The workers had already cleared out.

Old Chen directed the last two workers to place a soft white sofa in the center of the living room.

The furniture added to the villa was all selected for softness and comfort.

Jiang Feng sank into a six-figure Italian cloud sofa, his entire body enveloped by the soft filling.

He held an iced cola in his left hand while scrolling through his phone with his right.

The Jinghai University campus forum was blowing up.

In the pinned post, photos of him sitting under "The Thinker" sculpture had been photoshopped into various parodies.

Some gave him a Buddha's halo, some added celestial soldiers behind him, and others just photoshopped him into a koi fish.

【Worship Jiang the Half-Immortal, and you won't fail any exams!】

【Forward this Jiang the Half-Immortal, and your advisor will grade your thesis next week!】

【Jiang the Half-Immortal's Quotes: "Risk Management", "Information Warfare", "Rat Tail Juice"...】

Jiang Feng swiped past those posts and took a big gulp of cola.

"I just want to extend my life, how did I become a koi fish?" he muttered to himself.

It was too hard to keep a low profile in this information age.

Jiang Feng just wanted to stay quietly without anyone bothering him right now.

Footsteps came from the stairs.

Old Chen had taken off his black tank top and changed into a gray tracksuit, but the outline of his muscles remained clearly defined.

"Boss." Old Chen walked to the side of the sofa and stood straight. "There were a few people at the entrance, but I persuaded them to leave."

"Mm." Jiang Feng replied, poking his head out from the crevices of the sofa to look out the window.

Outside the villa gate, a man carrying a camera was limping as he stood up, and the Streamer next to him was picking up a shattered phone from the ground.

Their brand-new live streaming stand was twisted and deformed, completely ruined.

Jiang Feng withdrew his gaze.

A monthly salary of twenty thousand, plus room and board.

This money was well spent.

He rolled over on the sofa, finding a more comfortable position.

Waking up naturally and drinking cola while watching others suffer—this feeling was even more comfortable than when a mission was settled.

Jiang Feng decided to go out to treat himself and try the restaurants on the commercial street in the wealthy district to see how they differed from the street food stalls he used to eat at.

He dug out the cheapest tracksuit from the cloakroom, put on a baseball cap, and pulled the brim down low.

The two of them walked one after the other, leaving the villa area on foot.

The commercial street wasn't far, and the roadside was lined with French plane trees.

Jiang Feng took a liking to a Japanese restaurant with exquisite decor, where a hostess in a kimono at the entrance was bowing to every customer.

Just as he was about to go in, a voice came from the side.

"Oh my, isn't this our new neighbor?"

Jiang Feng turned his head.

A Wealthy Lady of about fifty stood beside him, dressed in gaudy, expensive jewelry. A full-green jade bracelet adorned her wrist, and the large diamond ring on her finger reflected light in the sun.

She looked Jiang Feng up and down in his plain tracksuit, then glanced at Old Chen standing straight behind him, striking a very haughty pose.

"Young man." The Wealthy Lady leaned in closer and spoke in a very familiar tone, "You're the driver who just moved in to drive for the boss at Villa No. 8, right?"

She pointed in the direction Jiang Feng had just come from.

Villa No. 8 was the Guanhu Residence that Jiang Feng had bought.

"You look quite energetic." The Wealthy Lady patted Jiang Feng's arm, her tone very kind, "Work hard. I hear your boss is quite rich, so he won't treat you poorly."

Jiang Feng was stunned for a moment.

A driver? He glanced at Old Chen behind him.

Old Chen maintained the same posture, but there was an uncontrollable twitch at the corner of his mouth.

He cleared his throat and nodded along with the Wealthy Lady.

"Yes, ma'am." Jiang Feng's tone was simple and honest, "Our boss is a nice person, it's just that... his brain seems to have some issues."

The Wealthy Lady's interest was immediately piqued.

"What do you mean?"

Jiang Feng lowered his voice, putting on a mysterious air.

"He insisted on buying a haunted house to live in."

As soon as the words "haunted house" came out, the Wealthy Lady couldn't stop talking.

Her expression changed, and she grabbed Jiang Feng's arm, dragging him behind a potted plant at the entrance of the restaurant.

"Oh my! Good heavens! I knew that house wasn't right!" The Wealthy Lady's voice was lowered even further, but she spoke very quickly, "You don't know, young man, that house is extremely cursed! The previous owners either went bankrupt or got divorced; none of them had a good ending!"

As she spoke, she nervously looked around.

"Tell me, young man, what's up with your boss? Doesn't he know the ropes? Was he tricked?"

Jiang Feng looked at her expression, which was thirsty for inside information, and found it amusing.

This was more interesting than fortune-telling.

He gathered his emotions and put a troubled look on his face.

"Our boss... he says he has a tough fate." Jiang Feng bluffed with a straight face, "He says his Ba Zi is pure Yang and his internal fire is strong, so he specializes in suppressing these evil, ghostly things and can hold down the evil energy here."

Old Chen stood not far away, with his back to them, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

The Wealthy Lady gasped.

"Oh my god! There are people like that?"

"Yes." Jiang Feng sighed, acting even more immersed, "Our boss also said he plans to dig a pit in the yard and bury all the bad luck of the previous owners inside."

"He also said..." Jiang Feng leaned into the Wealthy Lady's ear and whispered in a volume only the two of them could hear, "He wants to throw a party with the old neighbors living here at night to build some rapport."

"He said if he loses money playing mahjong, he'll just burn paper money for them."

The Wealthy Lady's face turned completely pale. Her hand, which was gripping Jiang Feng's arm, was trembling.

"This... this... this is too terrifying!"

"Tell me about it." Jiang Feng looked helpless, "So, ma'am, if you hear the sound of mahjong coming from our yard at night in the future, please don't be afraid. That's just our boss doing some team building."

Jiang Feng watched the Wealthy Lady's terrified expression and gave a wink to Old Chen nearby.

Old Chen turned around and nodded at Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng calculated in his mind whether to have hot pot or barbecue tonight.

This little hobby of playing a poor person was much more fun than playing a master at the university gate.