The Billion-Value Lands Are Just For Farming

Chapter 473 - The Show Has Begun

Boss Fong's efficiency was truly remarkable.

By the afternoon, he had already wrapped up the job, and the family in question was none the wiser.

The individuals Boss Fong had recruited were extremely competent.

There was a renovation team upstairs, equipped with everything needed for the job.

The apartment upstairs had been finished.

Though the room was somewhat rough around the edges, there was no need for an electric drill.

To address this issue, they planned to haul a few more bluestone slabs upstairs to carve on.

They even practiced their carving skills by drilling into the bluestone with an electric drill.

A band occupied another floor, and they had purchased several booming sound systems.

Beneath them, numerous vibration motors were affixed to the ceiling.

If all were activated, they would create a significant amount of noise.

Dusk fell as the family of three made it home.

It was quite a squeeze for all three to fit through the door.

“Don't listen to your teacher's nonsense.”

“If she dares to expel you, I'll give her a piece of my mind!”

“You were just horsing around with your classmates at school. What's the big deal? Doesn't every kid do that?”

A middle-aged woman stormed into the house, launching into a tirade.

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Her son had gotten into a fight at school that day.

He had accidentally pushed another child from the second floor, resulting in the child's right arm being broken.

The teacher had urgently summoned her to discuss her son's misbehavior and the school's intention to expel him. But the woman immediately resorted to swearing.

She spewed profanities and even threw a tantrum on the floor.

The police were powerless to intervene. Ultimately, to maintain the school's order, the administration reluctantly decided not to expel her son for the time being.

She also refused to compensate for the injured child's medical bills.

The middle-aged man also raised his voice in agreement, “Your mom's right. That kid looks like he's asking for trouble. Next time you see him, give him what for!” He patted his son on the shoulder, beaming with approval.

The children's mischievous behavior was likely a reflection of their parents' attitudes.

The man bellowed, “Come on, play basketball with me a bit longer. The neighbors downstairs think we're too loud, right? Let's keep them from having a moment's peace!”

They started shooting hoops.

Alternating between basketball, dragging stools, and skipping rope, they created quite a racket.

Before long, the family of three grew weary.

As night fell, they turned in for the night.

Just then, the door across from them swung open.

The band members, well-rested and energized, powered up their speakers.

The lead singer checked the time, then stepped up to the microphone.

“Let's go!”

At his command, music blasted from the massive speakers.

The lead singer's voice, with its powerful resonance, filled the room.

The family, who had been sleeping soundly, were now wide awake.

Who could be so inconsiderate?

Who would be up at this hour, blaring music instead of sleeping?

They could disturb others, but apparently, others weren't allowed to disturb them.

“Damn it! Why aren't they sleeping? Why are they playing music now?” the middle-aged man fumed.

He stood up, seething, and declared, “You all go back to sleep. I'm going to give them a piece of my mind!”

With that, he marched to the kitchen, grabbed a kitchen knife, flung open the door, and charged into the room across the hall.

“Why aren't you sleeping at this hour?”

The middle-aged man brandished the knife, thinking he looked menacing, but immediately regretted his actions.

He hadn't gotten a good look at the music players before, but now he saw them clearly.

These guys looked intimidating, especially the drummer.

The drummer was nearly two meters tall, heavyset, with tattoos all over his body and a fierce look on his face.

Men like him tended to be bullies who were actually cowards at heart.

“What's up? Got a problem?”

The music stopped, and they all moved toward the door.

They were band members, known for their edgy style.

Moreover, they were all quite burly, which sent shivers down the middle-aged man's spine.

“Uh… well… it's just that you're being really loud, and I can't get any sleep…” he stammered.

“Isn't that ironic? Don't you enjoy disturbing others?” one of the band members chuckled.

“We've heard all about how you love to make noise. You like to play ball and jump rope, right? We're just doing what you enjoy. Isn't that the case? Maybe you'd like to join us?”

The middle-aged man was on the verge of tears, thinking to himself, “What the heck? I have to go to work tomorrow morning. I can tolerate making noise for others, but they can't do this to me.”

“It's one thing to train during the day, but at night…”

He said through clenched teeth.

“Big brother, that's a nice kitchen knife you've got there. We're in need of one to chop up some dumpling filling. Come on, brothers, let's make some dumplings!”

With that, he grabbed the kitchen knife.

The middle-aged man was perplexed and wanted to say something more.

But after a long hesitation, he ultimately swallowed his words and returned home with his head down.

“What is happening? Why are they still making noise? You're not young anymore, but you can't get anything done! You're such a pushover!” the middle-aged woman yelled furiously.

Seeing her husband return without resolving the issue, she was livid.

She stormed out with a rolling pin from the kitchen in hand.

“Hey, hey, hey! Are you out of your minds? What's with all the noise in the middle of the night?”

She brandished the rolling pin at them and bellowed.

“Oh? Here comes another one,” the young men remarked upon seeing the middle-aged woman.

“Shut your mouths, got it? Or else I'll show you what's what!”

The middle-aged woman was prepared to resort to her old tactics of playing the rascal to intimidate the young men.

But before she could finish her sentence, one of the young men punched her squarely in the eye. The punch was swift and precise.

“Bang!”

“Ow! You hit me! Is there no law anymore? Oh, I'm in so much pain. I can't walk or move. You're going to pay for this!”

The middle-aged woman threw a tantrum on the ground, secretly thrilled.

She thought she had encountered a bunch of fools from whom she could easily extort a hefty sum of money—enough to buy the house outright!

However, the young men remained unfazed. Honestly, after working in a bar for so long and dealing with countless drunks, they found her antics childish and knew they could handle her with ease. One of them nonchalantly made his way to the adjacent kitchen.