(ps: The previous chapter was reviewed, don't miss it.)
Under the street lights, Cheng Zhu stood with one hand in his jacket pocket and the other holding a cigarette.
From afar, he watched the security guard across the street at the residential complex, feeling that it was indeed one of Hang City's most upscale villa districts; damn, even the security guards were over one meter eighty tall, good-looking, and standing straight as arrows.
He had seen a get-rich tip online before.
It said that if you're confident enough about your looks and figure, go become a security guard in a high-end residential area.
You never know when a wealthy woman might take a fancy to you and then lead you to a life of living off a rich woman.
Cheng Zhu had no desire for that kind of life.
"Steel wool's flower language signifies endurance and wealth," he said with a laugh, taking a drag from his cigarette.