bookpower Chapter 109: 109: Everything is a Weapon
Chapter 109: 109: Everything is a Weapon
Chapter 109: Chapter 109: Everything is a Weapon
Within the crowd, a sense of panic and unease began to spread.
“Let’s wait a little longer!” someone exclaimed, “The officials have said they wouldn’t abandon a single citizen at any time! Let’s just wait!”
“Yeah, maybe they went to pick up people from other places first, we should keep waiting!”
“At times like these, Old Liu, stop deceiving yourself!” someone sneered nearby.
“Exactly!”
“I’m trying to comfort everyone with good intentions! What cold words are you saying!”
...
“Who needs your good intentions at a time like this!”
“...”
Immediately, voices of arguing and the sounds of scuffling and fighting were heard.
Many times, it takes just a second to go from hope to despair.
From peaceful unity to tearing each other’s faces off is also a matter of moments.
Jiang Yan listened for a while, glanced at the water, and decided to go home first.
Unexpectedly, the crowd waiting in line for the boats in the staircase hadn’t diminished over time; instead, it had grown.
She struggled for a long while before finally squeezing out bit by bit from the crowded group.
The line in the staircase snaked all the way to the 23rd floor.
Just as Jiang Yan stepped onto the stairs leading to the 24th floor, she saw the couple Sun Jingtao and Su Dai, just pushing open the fire door of the 24th floor and coming out.
Behind them was a middle-aged man with a scholarly appearance, wearing black-framed glasses.
“Jiang Yan!” Su Dai spotted the fully equipped Jiang Yan and excitedly waved at her.
Sun Jingtao and the middle-aged man realized who she was after a delay and turned to look.
The two men were carrying things on their shoulders, packed in dirty, cement-bag-like sacks, that seemed very heavy.
“Jiang Yan.”
“Jiang Yan.”
Both Sun Jingtao and Tian Jiliang greeted her.
Jiang Yan did not recognize Tian Jiliang but still politely said, “Hello.”
“You two take your time; we’ll go up first.” After saying this, they went up the stairs first with the sacks.
Jiang Yan acknowledged with a “Hmm” and turned to ask Su Dai, “What brought you guys downstairs?”
Listening to this, Jiang Yan agreed, “Right, that’s a good idea, killing three birds with one stone!”
“We might not use up all the materials, so we’ll save a bit of cement and build one in your living room too,” Su Dai said, gauging Jiang Yan’s expression as she spoke.
It was as if she was sharing a piece of information but also seeking her opinion.
After all, building a stove in someone’s home was an intrusion on their privacy.
Sun Jingtao had specifically reminded her to be tactful in front of Jiang Yan.
But at this moment, with the fire doors of the upper and lower floors closed and the stairway too dark, Jiang Yan, wearing a mask, showed no visible reaction.
“I don’t need one, my home is decorated in a western style and there is a fireplace in the living room. You should keep it for yourself; just be careful with the smoke and ventilation when burning,” Jiang Yan was candid and even took the opportunity to remind her.
Su Dai didn’t know if a fireplace could heat food, but it was clear that Jiang Yan had declined.
“Oh,” Su Dai responded.
“Let’s go, let’s go up,” Jiang Yan said when she noticed Su Dai’s breathing ease.
“Alright.”
They went upstairs and pushed open the fire door.
The door to room 3203 was ajar, not fully closed, and the sound of women and children crying could be heard through the gap.
Jiang Yan remembered the scars on Wen Wanli’s hands and slightly furrowed her brows.
Su Dai glanced at the slightly open door and said in a low voice, “Jiang Yan, I forgot to tell you, 3203 had people move in, two families.”
Jiang Yan nodded slightly, her expression calm as she acknowledged with a “Hmm”.
“You knew?” Surprised, Su Dai asked, but then quickly changed the subject, “You heard the noise when they forcefully broke the door lock with the Door-breaking Hammer last night, right?”
Jiang Yan shook her head, “I didn’t hear it, but I ran into that Wen Wanli when I went downstairs earlier.”
Her expression remained impassive, which made Su Dai somewhat puzzled.
“Alright, I’m heading home.” Jiang Yan said indifferently and started to walk towards her home.
Her lower abdomen was still a bit uncomfortable; she needed to go back and have some Motherwort tea, and also to replace what needed changing.
“By the way, Jiang Yan, come to our place for dinner tonight, we’re having grilled fish. You wouldn’t believe how good Xiao Ye’s cooking is.
Also, about the new neighbors moving in next door... we’d like to hear your opinion,” Su Dai suddenly remembered to say.
This time, Jiang Yan nodded without refusing.
She could probably guess what Su Dai was thinking.
In such an environment, it’s important to be cautious of others but not overly suspicious.
For the moment, however, Jiang Yan kept her thoughts to herself.