My basement connects to another world.

Chapter 52 Visiting

Chapter 55 Visiting

Let's rewind to yesterday morning.

Jiang Guoping dragged his tired body home.

He worked as an operator in a printing and dyeing factory, where his job included moving dyes, monitoring dye vats, and rinsing pools.

A shift lasts twelve hours, with most of the time spent immersed in the pungent chemical smell and humid environment, all for the five thousand yuan or so that they can get at the end of the month.

He hastily cooked a bowl of noodles, ate it, and then lay down on the bed.

My mind wandered, sometimes to the work at the factory, sometimes to the expenses for the month.

Fortunately, the thought of his son brought him some relief.

—My son finally found a good job with a salary of nine thousand yuan!

My son said he's settled down at the old house. I wonder how he's been these past few days, whether he's tired from work—I'll have to ask him when I get a chance.

Thinking this, he turned over and looked at the cramped rented room.

I think I'll not renew the lease next month.

He rented this place because it was close to the factory and cheap. It was a decent place for him and his son.

But now that my son is no longer living here, why should I waste this money on myself? I could save over a thousand yuan and do something better with it.

Life seemed to be slowly getting better—a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips, and he drifted off to sleep.

In his dazed state, he heard someone knocking on the door.

"Knock knock".

"Knock knock".

Jiang Guoping suddenly woke up, bleary-eyed, and looked toward the door.

who is it?

Is Mr. Jiang here?

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Mr. Jiang? This form of address made Jiang Guoping prop himself up to sit up, yet he was still somewhat puzzled.

"Calling me?" He had lived half his life and no one had ever addressed him so formally, except for those door-to-door insurance salesmen.

He hesitated for a moment, then walked over and opened the door.

There were two people standing outside the door.

The leader was a short, stout man in his forties or fifties, wearing a well-tailored suit and gold-rimmed glasses.

Behind him followed a middle-aged man with a capable-looking face.

These two men are Wang Xueqing, chairman of the Songhai City Archery Association, and Secretary Zhou.

After obtaining Jiang Yuan's usual address, Wang Xueqing traveled all the way from Songhae City Gymnasium to this location.

"Who are you??" Jiang Guoping asked hesitantly.

Years of poverty had made him somewhat timid, and he instinctively felt inferior in the face of these two distinguished men.

These two people's mannerisms clearly indicate that they are not ordinary people. When did I come to know such people?

"Is Mr. Jiang home?" Secretary Zhou asked politely.

Seeing Jiang Guoping's blank expression, Secretary Zhou added, "Jiang Yuan, Mr. Jiang. You are—his?"

As he spoke, he handed over a business card with both hands.

Jiang Guoping carefully took it and looked down at it.

The top of the document was covered with a string of prestigious titles, including Chairman of the Songhai Archery Association and Chairman of Ruijian Sports Equipment Company. At the bottom line, the words "People's Representative" were printed.

His hand holding the business card trembled slightly involuntarily.

He thought the titles of chairman and chairman were impressive, but when he saw "people's representative", his heart skipped a beat.

I heard that their factory's usually imposing boss didn't even qualify for the position, no matter how hard he tried.

Such an important person, coming to see Xiaoyuan?

Jiang Guoping, feeling uneasy under the intense gaze, lowered his head slightly and stammered, "I am, I am his father. What do you want—did he do something wrong?"

This was the only possibility he could think of.

Although my son has been sensible and well-behaved since he was a child, what if he accidentally offended someone like this and that's why they came to our door?

But before he could finish speaking, the short, stout man with glasses—the big boss on the business card—suddenly stepped forward, his tone unexpectedly warm: "So you're Jiang Yuan's father! Brother Jiang, we've come to see Jiang Yuan today to discuss a business deal with him."

Discussing business? Jiang Guoping was completely bewildered by this.

How did my son, a recent college graduate, get involved in "business"?

Then, a doubt crept into his mind: Could these two be con artists?

Thinking of this, he said with some wariness, "Jiang Yuan is not home."

Secretary Zhou immediately pressed, "Where is he? We've tried calling him several times but haven't been able to reach him."

As he spoke, he took out his phone, found the phone number, and handed it to Jiang Guoping, seemingly trying to prove that they did indeed know Jiang Yuan.

Jiang Guoping looked at the familiar number and was even more surprised. It seemed that they really knew Xiao Yuan.

So he tried dialing Jiang Yuan's number, and sure enough, no one answered.

He hesitated before putting down his phone and said, "He's at the old house. He's probably busy with something."

"Back in your hometown?" Secretary Zhou's eyes flickered, and he quickly asked, "Exactly where is your hometown? What's the address?"

Jiang Guoping hesitated. He felt it was better to be on the safe side, so he declined, saying, "Well—you should go back first. I'll contact him and have him give you a reply."

Secretary Zhou was about to say something more, but Wang Xueqing chuckled and stopped him: "That's settled then, Brother Jiang, see you later."

He waved his hand with great poise, and the two of them turned and went down the stairs.

"They're leaving already?" Jiang Guoping stood blankly at the door for a while.

My feet moved involuntarily to the window at the top of the stairs, and I peered down.

A black sedan was parked downstairs, its body gleaming with a calm sheen under the streetlights.

Jiang Guoping doesn't have many hobbies. When he was young, he liked looking at cars and followed many car bloggers.

Although he had never sat in a driver's seat in his life, he recognized it at a glance: it was a Bentley Flying Spur.

Even the lowest-spec model costs at least 300 million!

This is an amount that he and his son could never earn in their entire lives.

The car door was pulled open from the outside, and the two people bent down and crawled inside. All that could be seen was the red taillights cutting through the night before the car drove away quickly.

It seems—it's true? Jiang Guoping's mind was even more confused, and he was wide awake.

In the car.

As Secretary Zhou started the car, he muttered to himself:

The chairman was clearly very anxious about contacting Jiangyuan, so why didn't he ask for the address earlier?

But then Wang Xueqing leaned back in his chair and said, "I already know where Jiang Yuan is. Drive towards the High-tech Zone. The address is Liutang—"

The text message he received already contained the address of the old house in Jiangyuan.

Unexpectedly, he abandoned his usual place of residence and went back to his hometown.

old house.

Jiang Yuan walked up the stairs, gently pulled open the wooden plank above his head, and stepped out of the basement.

The Cape Territory is in dire need of manpower, so he can't spend all his time managing the territory.

After entrusting some matters to Tissa, he took Hilu back to the Frostclaw tribe.

Ug and Yuewu were both very happy to see Xilu return safely.

He briefly recounted that the trip had gone smoothly, then quickly returned to catch up on his sleep.

Ultimately, although his physical abilities are good enough to make him a little superman, he's still not at the point where he can go without sleep.

He walked into the courtyard, intending to take a shower and go to sleep, when suddenly his gaze sharpened and he sensed something was amiss.

Something has been disturbed.

He remembered that the recliner in the courtyard was placed upright, but now it looked like someone had brushed against it.

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, Jiang Yuan's still sleepy mind instantly tensed up.

Has someone been to the house? A sense of high alert washed over him, and his mind raced through all the possibilities:

Could it be because his performance in the archery competition was too eye-catching and revealed his abilities? Or did he secretly buy too much food? That's impossible on the game forum; you can't find anyone there anyway.

He frowned, not rushing to sleep, but instead turning on his phone first.

The screen lights up, and the latest missed call immediately comes into view.

"Dad".

He immediately called back, and the call was quickly connected.

"Hello, Dad, you called for me?"

"Son, where are you?" Jiang Guoping's voice came.

"I'm at the old house. I just took a nap and didn't hear anything," Jiang Yuan replied.

"How's work?"

"It's alright. By the way, I received a bonus, so don't worry about the debt for the old house," Jiang Yuan said casually, assuming his father was worried about money again.

On the other end of the phone, Jiang Guoping replied with satisfaction, "Okay."

Then he said, "There's one more thing. Two people came to our door today—"

He described Liu and Zhou's appearance and clothing in detail, and concluded, "They don't look like con artists to me; they even drive a Bentley."

The association chairman? The other one should be Secretary Zhou—Jiang Yuan knew this in his heart, and said, "I recognize one of them."

Jiang Guoping was taken aback, not expecting his son to actually associate with such people, and quickly asked, "They said they have business to do with you?"

Jiang Yuan thought for a moment. He figured his wealth would only increase in the future, so he might as well lay the groundwork for his father now. So he explained, half-jokingly, "It's a long story. Remember when I asked you about your grandfather? I found a recipe in the old house, it's a folk remedy, you know?"

"It's similar to Yunnan Baiyao. I tried making some, and the effect was surprisingly good. So I wanted to ask if my grandfather had left any other folk remedies."

"I've sent you this. Check your phone for a delivery notification and remember to pick it up. Just stick it on any uncomfortable spot. I guess this is what they've got their eye on."

"There's such a thing?" Jiang Guoping was extremely surprised.

But on second thought, it seems that only this reason makes sense; otherwise, how could a recent graduate like my son be associated with someone of that status?

Surprised, he was also worried that his young and inexperienced son might be scammed, so he said, "How much is it worth? Why don't you let me handle it and help you check it out, so you don't get cheated."

Jiang Yuan said, "It's not clear yet, but maybe we can pay off all the debts for the old house. I can handle it myself, so you can stop doing that tiring job and just rest at home."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

Jiang Guoping wanted to say, "How can a child like you handle such a big matter?"

But he swallowed the words back down his throat.

That's true. Xiao Yuan can earn nine thousand yuan a month now, which is much better than what his father earns.

He sighed, a mixture of relief and wistfulness in his voice: "Alright, you're more capable than your father now. Take control of your own destiny."

Jiang Yuan hung up the phone, stood for a moment, and then scrolled back up through the call history.

Sure enough, I saw the record of Secretary Zhou's call.

He pressed the dial button and called back; the call was quickly connected.

"Oh, Mr. Jiang, we've finally gotten in touch with you! We've been looking for you all this time," Secretary Zhou said urgently.

Jiang Yuan asked calmly, "What is it?"

"That ointment—it's so effective! Do you still have any?"

Jiang Yuan didn't answer directly, but instead asked, "How did Secretary Zhou know about my family?"

Secretary Zhou was momentarily speechless: "This—"

A steady voice immediately rang out from the side, taking over the conversation: "Young friend Jiang, I am Wang Xueqing, the chairman of the Songhai City Archery Association."

Jiang Yuan said calmly, "Chairman Wang, has anyone ever told you that it's very impolite to come uninvited?"

"Well, we had no choice but to act quickly in this emergency. As for that ointment—" Wang Xueqing tried to steer the conversation back on track.

Jiang Yuan interrupted him: "You—you even came to my old house?"

Secretary Zhou quickly explained, "We just went in for a quick look, found no one there, and left immediately. We absolutely did not touch anything of yours."

Wang Xueqing echoed from the side, "Yes, it wasn't moved."

He agreed verbally, but was inwardly annoyed.

This young man is really clueless about social etiquette.

Besides, what could possibly be worth moving in his dilapidated house?

It was them after all—Jiang Yuan finally felt relieved.

At the same time, a sense of vigilance arose; it seemed that security measures at the old house needed to be implemented as soon as possible.

At the very least, surveillance cameras must be installed without any blind spots.

Otherwise, what if someone accidentally wanders into the basement one day, and you happen to teleport back—although the probability of this is extremely small, it is still something to be wary of.

All of this requires money.

"Okay, that's settled then."

Hearing that he was about to hang up, Wang Xueqing became anxious and quickly said, "Mr. Jiang, wait! Your medicine hasn't gone through the formalities yet, right? We can help you get through all the hurdles. It's a win-win situation for everyone. Please consider it."

Jiang Yuan hung up the phone immediately.

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