The matters at ho are still progressing in the predetermined direction.
An’an cos over every few days, firstly to see her son Chen Jiye, and secondly to chat about the current state of the family.
Of her closer relatives, her cousin Hu Qilin, like Chen Lu, is about to graduate from university soon.
This kid Hu Qilin inherited his father’s personality, being honest and down-to-earth, without much of the pampering often seen in the second generation of wealth.
As for Xiao Le and Xiao Ya, they are advancing smoothly within their system, fully backed by group resources, and currently doing quite well.
It’s different for the two from Aunt Song Wu’s family; raised by their grandmother Liu Fen and never lacking money thanks to their mother Song Wu.
Their two cousins, Song Chaoqun and Song Siming, have caused quite a lot of trouble, both in school and likely in society in the future.
Old Chen Family has developed into the second generation now; the best part of having more family mbers is being able to selectively cultivate them.
No longer needing to pin all hopes on a single person as before.
Chen Pingsheng has a clear small goal: in the third generation, there must be five with the Chen surna.
Each person should have two or three children; this standard would have been considered quite sparse back in the sixties.
When Song Yanxi returned, after the family finished dinner, Chen Pingsheng took Chen Jiye for a walk.
The village-in-the-city was still bustling with activity, mostly emanating from its market-like atmosphere.
There’s Old Zhang with his stall, crowded streets, and Liu Wang running around looking for a girlfriend.
This hustle and bustle of people coming and going collectively make up the village-in-the-city.
The buildings in the village-in-the-city lacked unified planning, with many being early resettlent apartnts.
Now that the real estate industry is sluggish, housing prices haven’t dropped to a level that ordinary people can accept.
Especially in such ga-cities, a decent apartnt outside starts at thirty to forty thousand per square ter.
Far beyond the average inco of ordinary people.
These hardworking migrant workers, unable to afford apartnts within the community, often crowd into these packed resettlent areas like the village-in-the-city.
Peng City, within the four ga-cities, has the smallest land area.
But it has a significant number of factories and migrant workers, being the earliest area for reform and opening up, close to Xiangjiang.
With such an advantageous geographical position, it’s hard not to develop.
Little Ji Ye has quite a few friends in the village-in-the-city. One is Yang Peng, whose mother is a nanny and father works on a construction site.
Another one is Liu Chao, both not yet five years old.
Liu’s father, like him, works as a security guard in the community, while his mother runs a stall there.
Little Ji Ye likes to play with these two in the evenings; all a bit naughty and mischievous.
The ho of Chen Pingsheng could be considered the best living condition in the village-in-the-city.
With a tea room on the rooftop and so plants, the living space is quite large. Many people joke with Little Ji Ye that if there’s ever demolition, his family would be on their way to riches.
The big demolition has been going on for decades, and what could be demolished has already been demolished, leaving what’s left stubbornly resistant to change.
Little Ji Ye hasn’t felt much impact; his most vivid mories are of an unreliable mom, a dad collecting junk, and a grandfather holding up the family as a security guard.
It’s roughly this situation; a broken family he’s destined to save in the future.
The safety of the village-in-the-city can’t compare to high-end communities; primarily because most people here co from all sorts of places.
Family safety isn’t a concern for Chen Pingsheng.
The village-in-the-city itself has at least a hundred hidden bodyguards.
These people live in various corners of the village-in-the-city, with real-ti monitoring of the entire area. They rarely appear but turn into good Samaritans the mont sothing happens.
Ensuring they can reach an incident site within three minutes.
And whenever an outsider cos in, the security affairs team imdiately conducts a background check.
To ensure no dangerous individuals co within two kiloters of Little Ji Ye and his family.
That’s the benefit of having money; the efficiency exceeds dialing 110 by more than ten tis.
All the bodyguards are retired military personnel, possessing exceptionally high reconnaissance skills.
They work in three shifts a day to ensure there are no lapses in ti coverage.
Each bodyguard earns a minimum annual salary of three hundred thousand, with performance bonuses bringing that total up over six hundred thousand annually.
The only performance criterion is that no accidents occur at ho.
Such a level of family security is undoubtedly one of the highest in the world.
Just within the village-in-the-city, their family’s annual security expenses are no less than 150 million.
The little housekeeper Liu Qingqing naturally knows about these things, which lets her live peacefully in such a crowded and noisy place.
And... take care of Chen Family’s legitimate heir, Little Ji Ye.
The next day, when Chen Pingsheng went to work at nine in the morning, most of the security team had arrived.
All except Chen Pingsheng are mostly middle-aged or older, and the few young ones leave soon due to the boring routine of security work.
Besides watching the gate, they usually just patrol around the community.
"Old Chen, do you have any cash on you? Lend five hundred."
"Sure, I’ll send it to you later."
"Hey, thanks, I’ll repay it as soon as I get paid."
This guy cos and goes quickly and has borrowed money several tis.
He hasn’t really repaid it.
"Old Chen, why lend money to Old Zhou again? You know he spends all that on tipping female strears."
Tis have changed, but many still enjoy tipping female strears online.
The difference now is, in the sa city, tipping over three to five hundred usually gets you an add on WeChat.
As for those one-ti private services, it all depends on the negotiation of the price.
An open secret, one-ti services are a no-go unless wanting to fool a fool into tipping.
"I know!"
"You know and still lend?"
"What’s the problem, it’s just a few hundred bucks?"
"You are generous indeed."
It’s trivial; so folks are just like that, liking to borrow a little money here and there.
You lend to them, and they really appreciate it.
It’s way better than so relatives.
Security routines are limited too, drinking together after work, or chatting about which female hoowner looks better during work.
If she were to take a liking to old Zhang, he’d make sure she wouldn’t be able to leave the bed for three days.
Yeah... lots of cheeky words too.
But it’s all just fantasies; those wealthy and beautiful female hoowners wouldn’t even glance at them.
Even if they helped them, a simple "thank you" would already be polite.
People may say there’s no class distinction, but work has already classified people.
Chen Pingsheng does this work primarily for Little Ji Ye to see, while also finding sothing to do with his retirent ti.
It’s quite alright.
Before he could finish speaking, sothing ca up at the property managent.
An idle drunk resident aggressively reported security for not helping him carry his garbage upstairs.
This isn’t even in their scope of duty.
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