Hao Yunyang smiled and agreed. The old man said nothing, silently walking towards his room, with Hao Yunyang following behind, wanting to help him but hesitating to take action. By the time Hao Yunyang had made up his mind, the old man had already entered the room.
The room’s layout remained the same as before. While sorting out the old man’s changed clothes, Hao Yunyang unexpectedly saw the trash can was filled with good things – ginseng, calcium tablets, vitamins, you name it.
Moreover, from the packaging, they looked completely intact. Although Hao Yunyang didn’t recognize the brands, just looking at the minimum prices, there were at least several hundred yuan worth of items in the trash can!
However, Hao Yunyang suppressed his curiosity and did not voice his confusion, tidying up the clothes and leaving the old man’s room with the water bucket.
This old man is really strange!
On his way upstairs, Hao Yunyang pondered thoughtfully.
Chapter Twenty-Eight: A Brand New Life
“I’m about to have a good life.” After packing his few belongings and carrying them down from the dormitory building, having already washed and returned the clothes to the old man, who was now nowhere to be seen at the bottom of the building.
Pushing open a rusty iron gate, the third floor would be Hao Yunyang’s new home.
According to what his son had said that day, after resigning from the hotel, Hao Yunyang first needed to save enough money to buy a top-configured computer, then replace the computer system with a high-tech system that wouldn’t come out for who knows how many years, and then…
What to do next, Hao Yunyang was also somewhat unclear. At the moment, he was like an ordinary person who had suddenly won billions, though he had accepted this reality, there was still a hint of uncertainty in his subconscious.
His bizarre behavior during this period was a manifestation of his subconscious. Hao Yunyang needed to confirm whether he had truly made it, or was about to make it.
Completely bewildered, how could one expect him to do anything? Just not going crazy was already a testament to his character. Shouting in the bank, dancing in the dormitory – these were all natural expressions of his deep subconscious.
