I am not Ximen Qing.

His sub-landlord is destined to become a great painter. This artist, who has lived in Yuanmingyuan Village for many years, understands life, art, and how to create a free paradise of love. In reality, this shameless sub-landlord only cares about money, not people, and doesn't care about feelings at all. This money-grubbing sub-landlord artist is now claiming they destroyed his house. He grits his teeth, saying they ruined his paradise of love, a place where he had invested money, energy, and time. The Yuanmingyuan artist even said his love this time was serious and earnest, a spiritual resurrection, with a pure and innocent girl! The artist, the Yuanmingyuan painter, is preparing to reap the fruits of love, to imprint an eternal mark of love on his lover. Why didn't he inform the Yuanmingyuan painter, Yisheng, beforehand? If he wanted to move out, he should have done so with gentlemanly manners. Why turn his paradise of love, his temple or sanctuary, into a hellish battlefield, a garbage dump for beasts and hell? He couldn't stand it, and the deliberately disgusting condoms ruined the artistic dream of the Yuanmingyuan painter!

This way, the spirit and soul of the Yuanmingyuan Artist can be saved. The pure angel, enraged, mercilessly slaps the sub-landlord Artist! The sub-landlord of the Yuanmingyuan Artist, with his ugly face, says that he has never met a pure angel before. The Artist is preparing to fall in love with the angel to redeem himself from past sins. The Artist believes the master's words, who says that if the Artist wants to escape past karma, he must fall in love with the angel to regain his former glory. This is because the love angel misunderstands the Yuanmingyuan Artist as a philandering old swindler. However, the Yuanmingyuan Artist truly cannot explain the condom issue. Zhang Sheng, mimicking the sub-landlord's tone, says that the phone call he made destroyed Zhang Sheng's great love rebirth! He then jokingly says, "Brother, don't be so serious. If he has encountered true love, the condom cannot stop the continuation of the love between the Artist and the love angel. Love cannot be easily hindered by lies." He then boasts, "Love..." The girls were urging him on when the sub-landlord started laughing again. His wicked baritone voice was the kind of wicked tone the female manager hated most about sub-landlords. To get rid of that tone, she had to come up with a plan to get rid of the harassing sub-landlord, spending money where it was needed. To deal with the sub-landlord, the artist had to create an effect like fireworks scattering in the sky. Just thinking about it gave Zhang Sheng goosebumps. No wonder the old men and women downstairs avoided the sub-landlord like the plague. But the artist still gave Zhang Sheng a compliment: finally, someone who wasn't a pig! The sub-landlord even asked Zhang Sheng to treat him to drinks sometime. Zhang Sheng pondered that there weren't many mentally sound people in the world. Even though he'd moved out months ago, the sub-landlord was still clinging to his past love dreams! He thought Zhang Sheng was missing them, and that's how he'd put it. He was their elite, and he'd shown them so many beautiful young women and sexy housewives. But now, Zhang Sheng had drunk quite a bit of mixed spirits like XO brandy and vodka—also called cocktail alcohol. These cocktails had a strong aftereffect, and he was currently immersed in a life of drunken revelry and romantic fantasies! He'd been under too much work pressure lately and was seeking mental relief. The sub-landlord, finding some value in Zhang Sheng's remaining belongings, forgave him psychologically. But he would never forgive the others. They were a disgrace to men, betraying the interests of the Yuanmingyuan sub-landlord for a busty, ugly woman—a bunch of fetishistic perverts. He should have displayed one of his great sculptures, a statue of Venus released from prison, a silicone doll, absolutely more perfect than the dinosaur girl. He regretted it so much. Letting a bunch of clueless young men, who seemed to have never seen a woman before, live in his big house was his biggest regret. He had a wonderful plan: having a bunch of silly young men would help Yuanmingyuan Artist with part of the rent, allowing him to use his Lovegarden for free. But after the young men hurriedly moved out, the sub-landlord, Yuanmingyuan Artist, found he could never find tenants like them again. He would host lavish welcome dinners for his French friends. Occasionally, the sub-landlord could bring his lover to a free buffet, on the condition that he provide his brothers with opportunities to spy on them. Providing the buffet was like a ticket to his romantic encounters. The sub-landlord muttered to himself that he was a comedic actor. His love was absolutely perfect. Zhang Sheng dared not indulge in the shameless whispers of fate; he could immediately create classic scenes, just thinking about the ugly love between men and women merging into one. The tangled web of love and affection makes Zhang Sheng want to end this hypocritical lie. He has already moved out for several months, but the sub-landlord keeps calling him. What is he doing?

So he had to tell the sub-landlord Asta about all the random stuff, whether it belonged to him or others. The sub-landlord artist had the right to dispose of all this junk; it was the landlord's right and freedom. Zhang Sheng even emphasized that a pretty girl was waiting for him to go clubbing together, sub-landlord. Hearing that he had indeed inherited... well, you know... true talent, Zhang Sheng boasted to him about what kind of artist the sub-landlord artist admired. Uh, talents who could hook up with any woman, the sub-landlord... Hearing Zhang Sheng's flattery, he said that among them, these pigs, finally one of them was a prince charming. He hadn't expected Zhang Sheng to call him a womanizer's idol, and even prepare to constantly talk about love like an idol, to embody... the great spirit of love in the eyes of an artist from the Yuanmingyuan. Zhang Sheng kept comforting and reassuring him, calling him a shameless artist, a rogue bastard, saying he must have gotten another sum of money from the female manager at the company. He couldn't let go of this thorn in his side. He didn't care; if he wanted, he could just go to the company and have something... done. These Zhu Luos are messed up. His feng shui has almost ruined his rental plan again. The female manager is so angry she's practically having another epileptic seizure—a helpless performance. The male manager, holding his hand, says that if the female manager has problems, the root cause lies with Yuanmingyuan Artist, the sub-landlord, for being unreasonable. He can't have it both ways. Although he helped the company break up Zhang Sheng's relationship and the company he co-founded with Li Yu, he's already received about five years' worth of rent compensation. How could the company let a former employee take away its profits right under its nose? So Zhang Sheng has no choice but to go to the north gate of Tsinghua University. He has to ride several kilometers through the wilderness to the Henan Commune Apartment, renting a room similar to Du Fu's thatched cottage—ventilated, leaky, hot in summer and cold in winter, a simple red brick and cement house of a few square meters. The surrounding area is full of company informants. The female and male managers will privately talk to college students about the consequences of their unethical betrayal and damage to the company's interests. Instead of living comfortably in the company dorms, he chose to suffer in the desolate Henan Commune. Even with a girlfriend, he had to leave. But at least the company allowed someone like Zhang Sheng, with a moral compass, to earn a living. These are the stories behind Zhang Sheng's life, and he even blamed himself for not controlling his thoughts. In reality, Zhang Sheng was just a pawn. Both sides used tactics they couldn't use: outwardly polite, but inwardly employing all sorts of schemes and checks and balances. The sub-landlord actually only wanted to know if Zhang Sheng understood his past situation. Zhang Sheng didn't have the ability to orchestrate such a scheme; of course, he was open and honest. Anyway, he'd lived in all sorts of small apartments, whether it was near China University of Geosciences, Tsinghua University, Peking University, or Zhongguanyuan. Living in the desolate Henan Commune was quite wonderful. At worst, it was just a summer of mosquitoes, a summer sauna, and a winter of ice. Zhang Sheng was used to it in Beijing. Striving requires enduring some hardship and paying some price; it's unavoidable. There's no such thing as a free lunch. Freedom always comes at a price, but the price is indeed high—it's like taking a trip through hell. From the realms of gods, humans, hell, hungry ghosts, animals, to the Asura realm, Zhang Shengqiang reiterated that he was different from other strivers and entrepreneurs. He and the sub-landlord of Yuanmingyuan were both victims of this world's entrepreneurial spirit. His girlfriend's job was facing problems, and she was being ostracized, rejected, and squeezed by new employees. The university student and student council president acted superior, but the female manager completely relinquished her power, giving the student significant support. Only her sisters worried for her.

"Look at her, has she gone mad? She's throwing away all the money that belongs to her, letting these laborers get it for free. One batch of young men leaves, another batch comes, why doesn't she learn from this? What a lesson! Has she lost her mind? The company cares about profit, not image or face!"

There are countless low-key tycoons in Zhongguancun who have amassed great wealth. The female accountant is one of the few in Zhongguancun who has a very clear self-positioning, along with a top-tier salesperson. The female accountant at Lenovo's motherboard division is a true hidden capitalist, with tens of millions of yuan in bank accounts. From her appearance and company image, you would never guess she's a female accountant with nearly a billionaire fortune. She's very low-key, never acting as an agent for any brand's products, but simply using her capital to drive down the prices of various brands. Her mindset is very modest; she embodies the philosophy of "not daring to be the first in the world." She effortlessly earns over a million yuan in profit annually. This is what she heard from credit union staff—that she's a big spender with the privilege of large cash withdrawals. Zhang Sheng most envies the staff who process massive stacks of RMB at the counter, exchanging cash checks for numerous appointments. Many hard currencies don't accept checks; this is an important transaction rule because there are too many bounced checks. There are too many large bounced checks! Now, there's no problem with the landlord's nonsense. The landlord even said that if he wanted to move out, he could go back to Coco. Zhang Sheng thought of Yang Liu's vicious curse, and the small supermarket seemed like a hurdle, so he decisively said he couldn't let Love Girls go. Walking alone in the night, the landlord suddenly laughed and gave Zhang Sheng bad advice, finally telling Love Girls to drink more. How could Love Girls become more proactive under the influence of alcohol? Going to a hotel together would be the natural way to go, which was his principle for picking up girls. Igniting their love, teasing them, and the timing of Love Girls taking the initiative to embrace them was very important. The landlord asked again, feigning concern. Regarding the future development, Zhang Sheng planned to buy a house in Beijing so he wouldn't have to share with his roommates. He was extremely excited when he heard that Zhang Sheng was planning to buy a house, seeing that Zhang Sheng had made a lot of money recently. The Yuanmingyuan artist was also relieved that Zhang Sheng was so honest with him. Earning 50,000 yuan a month, Zhang Sheng could achieve that in a year, enough to buy a beautiful, large house—a true palace of love, a Wagnerian masterpiece, "Tannhäuser," dedicated to Venus.

In order to guide sinners to salvation

God's angel came to me.

But I dared to touch her.

He cast a blasphemous glance at her.

O God, who dwells above the mortal world,

You are the angel who came to save me.

Have mercy on me, a man burdened with sin.

I am deeply ashamed of the middleman who didn't know the value of God.

The artist's sub-landlord felt ashamed, saying Zhang Sheng had a higher level of awareness than him. What higher or lower awareness? It was irrelevant. It was no wonder the sub-landlord, in order to seduce his lovers and beauties, used tricks. The temptations of being the owner and the sub-landlord were vastly different. He claimed the house, clearly belonging to a relative abroad, was a company-allocated property costing tens of thousands. A company-allocated property—what about the ownership fee? He was among the first to enjoy this benefit, from company-allocated welfare housing to public housing, which was booming everywhere in Beijing. Real estate tycoons boasted in Beijing newspapers every day that those who didn't buy houses would end up poor. Zhang Sheng was tempted, but not really, because moving and renting were too exhausting; every move and renting meant throwing away things. All the belongings and items that had been acquired were inconvenient to move to another place, leaving only one option: to throw them away as trash. Every year, this resulted in the disposal of many valuable items—items that wouldn't fetch much even as junk. Zhang Sheng finally understood a principle: renting an apartment made even dating and pursuing women a sin. Companies, sub-landlords, and landlords all had the right and obligation to interfere. Therefore, if he wanted to succeed and live a more perfect life, once he had capital, he had to buy his own place. That was the first step towards freedom…