Chapter 4 — I Was Forced to Pay 400,000 Yuan for an Unreal Window

I calmly replied.

“That's my window…”

“In the end, how did you hit the car?”

My voice is not loud. But everyone here heard it clearly. There was an immediate burst of laughter in the crowd. A middle-aged aunt shouted loudly:

"That's right, General Manager Luu! We also want to know, where can we get windows for a house that hasn't been built yet? Or are you investors so generous and can make them out on your own?"

That sarcasm directly caused an explosion at the scene.

"That's right! Try it out for us to see!"

"If you don't explain clearly today, no one will leave here!"

"Pay! Abandoned apartment building! Pay!"

The crowd was completely outraged. The original slogan was just "ask for an explanation"... Gradually it turned into "pay". Liu Jianjun's face turned from pale to dark purple. Today he intended to use his power and money to crush a disobedient homeowner to death. Unexpectedly, the opponent counterattacked. Push yourself into the middle of a sea of angry people. His eyes looked at me full of regret and murderous intent. Regret for looking down on me too much. I even want to strangle someone like me who has stirred up everything.

“Everyone shut up for me!”

Liu Jianjun suddenly roared. After all, he was the boss for many years, that shout actually made the scene quiet for a few seconds. He pointed at me, then pointed at the lonely abandoned building behind him.

“You said the twelfth floor hasn't been built yet, right?”

“Today I will convince you!”

“Wang Zhiqiang!”

“Yes… I am here, General Manager Liu!”

Vuong Chi Cuong quickly responded.

"Open the construction site gate! Let everyone in to see!"

Liu Jianjun seems to have already taken a risk.

"Let's go upstairs now! Count each floor!"

“Today I will let everyone see with their own eyes…”

“In the end, the building built by me Liu Jianjun had problems…”

“Or Chu Nhien, you have a problem!”

He pointed toward the rough concrete stairs leading up.

“We…”

“Meet in front of apartment 1201!”

Having finished speaking, he immediately pushed the guards away and strode straight into the construction site. That appearance... Just like a general preparing to go to the execution ground. It's so funny it's hard to describe. The crowd began to stir. No one expected Liu Jianjun to actually dare to let everyone in. Is he telling the truth? Is the building really built to the twelfth floor? Am I the one lying? Countless suspicious eyes simultaneously turned towards me. I just smiled softly. Then lift your feet and follow. Great drama… It's finally about to start. The environment inside the construction site is much worse than imagined. The ground was scattered everywhere with rebar, crushed stone and pieces of dry and hard cement. The air was filled with the smell of dust and an unpleasant musty smell. The building called "building 12"... resembles a giant, unfinished skeleton, standing alone in the middle of the wild grass. Liu Jianjun went first. Followed by Vuong Chi Cuong and several guards. Next it's me... And hundreds of homeowners crowding behind. There is no elevator. We can only take the stairs. This staircase is actually just a poorly poured concrete frame, without a handrail, and the edges are jagged with rubble. If you are careless, you will twist your leg.

“First floor.”

“Second floor.”

Every time he steps up a floor, Liu Kien Quan seems to be giving himself more courage. His footsteps were very heavy. Leather shoes stepped on the cement floor, making a resounding "click, click" sound. The homeowners go behind. At first there were whispers. But the higher we went... Everyone gradually became quiet. Everyone is using their own eyes... Measuring the house they used their sweat and tears to buy. The walls are gray. There are holes and remaining traces of construction everywhere. On the front doors of many apartments, there are also lines written in red paint such as "water leak", "wall crack"... These are traces left by previous homeowners who secretly came in to check. The higher you go. Construction traces are even more sloppy. Up to the eighth floor, even the internal partition wall has not been built yet. Only the giant frame remains. On the ninth floor, the ground was filled with unused construction materials and rebar lying scattered about. Vuong Chi Cuong's footsteps began to slow down. His forehead was covered with sweat. I don't know if it was because he was tired... He secretly turned his head to look at me many times, his eyes filled with panic and pleading. I just coldly looked back. Do you want to beg now?

“Tenth floor!”

Liu Jianjun's voice began to become hoarse. He stood on the tenth floor landing, holding on to a bare concrete pillar and breathing heavily. Even the bricks on the outside wall haven't been built yet. The wind blew through the empty "windows", blowing people's faces. Among the residents, people began to talk in low voices.

“Can this be called a house?”

“That's right, the door frame isn't even there yet, where can I get a window to fall?”

"Don't rush, there are two more floors, go up and see."

When Liu Jianjun heard those words, his face became even more ugly. He gritted his teeth and continued going up.

“Eleventh floor!”

When he shouted this sentence... There was trembling in his voice. The scene on the eleventh floor… Made everyone take a deep breath of cold air at the same time. This place is almost just a rough, unfinished terrace. The floor surface has not been completely flat. Above the top is exposed steel and unfinished formwork. The stairs stretch upward... Here it suddenly ends. At the end of the stairs... Is an empty gray sky. There is no way to the twelfth floor. There is no such thing as the twelfth floor. This building… Stop at the eleventh floor. The scene was plunged into dead silence. Several hundred people stood crowded on the top floor, letting the cold wind blow across their faces, looking at the dead-end staircase and the endless space ahead. Everyone understands. From the beginning… The one telling the truth was me. This drama... From the moment Vuong Chi Cuong made that phone call... It has been a complete slander and lie.

“General… General Manager Liu…”

Vuong Chi Cuong's voice trembled like a sieve. His face was pale and bloodless, trembling as he pointed to the dead end of the stairs.

“This… the twelfth floor…”

Liu Jianjun stood at the top of the stairs. The whole person was stiff like a stone statue.