Is the Evil God Me?

Today is a good day.

This is true both for Lynn, the swindled tenant, and Mr. Boris, the swindled landlord.

It's been almost a month since Lynn became a staff member of the [Suppression Bureau] and slapped this miser's room justifiably on the grounds of a monster attack. For more than a month, Mr. Boris can be said to be afraid to be angry or to speak, even though his heart is bleeding frantically.

And the tenants were happy.

The miser used to take advantage of his tenants, with all kinds of deductions and water cuts that made him want to shove a quarter of a penny in his eyes.

But this fellow is the landlord, and at that time, everyone else dared to be angry and did not dare to speak.

After all, if the landlord wants to make things difficult for the tenant, it really shouldn't be too simple. If you are a little unscrupulous, you can be kicked out, and your own things can only be taken away to pay for the rent.

Of course, the wicked need the wicked grind, and Lynn is happy to be the wicked.

Today, Lynn is going to move out. Mr. Boris's usual Sima face suddenly became elated, as if he had drank several big glasses.

Those were usually timid tenants, but today I feel a little bit unhappy with Mr. Lynn.

Sensing a certain aura in the building, Lynn turned his head with the key in his hand and said to his sister who came to help clean up.

"Sophia, go out first."

"Ok."

After Sophia left the corridor, Lynn turned his head politely but with a bit of force to look at Mr. Boris, who was a bit flattering. Facing Lynn's passing sight, the landlord slapped his face and lowered his head involuntarily. , The gap in social status made him not even dare to breathe.

"You are very unhappy these days." Lynn rubbed his fingers, as if seeing through the miser's true thoughts.

"How can it be? It's my luck to serve you."

"Shameless lie."

Being exposed in person by Lynn, Boriston felt a sullen breath rushed to his throat, only to feel an extremely depressed and aggrieved sense of humiliation welling up in his heart, as if he was stepped on his face by this handsome and beautiful young man, pressing it hard. Rub on the ground.

Not only prostitute your house, but also beat you in the face.

Lynn easily observed Boris' clenched fists, undulating chest, and tight cheeks. He was obviously irritated. He had already realized that he was being oppressed by Lynn's power.

Boris's face was ugly, and he had to squeeze out a pleasing smile to answer.

"A little bit of money, just a little bit of money that's not worth mentioning."

"That's right, to me, it's just a small amount of money, so I think I can enjoy the loss of your small money with peace of mind. In your eyes, I'm high and I don't know that this small amount of money means anything to you. How important, because I'm just a big-handed young master, right?" Lynn's voice gradually rose, and the whole person became oppressive.

"Don't dare..."

"Don't lie to me." Taking a step forward forced Boris to step back in a guilty conscience. Lynn's face was very serious. "For me, it's petty money, so I can ignore it. For you, it's important income, a source of bread and butter, a guarantee that you won't be hungry, so you can't ignore it. So have you thought about it? But, as a landlord, you can't ignore the little money that they deduct from the poor guy in your eyes?"

Lynn's remarks seemed a bit aggressive, and he was going to leave, but in order to avoid someone smashing his head with resentment one day when the miser was asleep, he still had to say something to him.

Boris was speechless, but clearly unconvinced.

It's normal. He provided a place for those poor ghosts to live. Without his cheap bones, he would have to sleep on the street. What's the deduction?

In fact, this is how conflicts often come. The upper-class people are getting bigger and bigger, why don’t they eat minced meat gradually, and muttering how the people below don’t know how to dedicate and work hard, and it doesn’t matter if they suffer for the policy. But if the whip didn't fall on him, he wouldn't know the pain, so he could justify his shameless face.

The most terrifying grievance of this kind of conflict is that the upper class has always felt that it is no big deal, constantly squeezing the living space of the common people, and finally the most violent outbreak of the conflict is bloodshed and death.

Maybe by the time they were tried by hanging, the superior people were wondering how these docile pariahs suddenly turned upside down?

Xiaomin can endure for life, but also can't bear for survival.

Sometimes a slap in the face, a small cheap, or a hardship may be tolerated by the poor, after all, in order to survive. But if revenge can be done at no cost, then the docile will show their fangs. For example, before crossing, Lynn had seen various quick reporting channels, as well as the mailboxes of key inspectors.

"Take your small money, remember other people's small money, and think about it. It doesn't matter if you don't understand, remember to lock the door when you go to bed."

In the end, Lynn was a little disappointed and took out the rent he had paid these days. The silvery Soule made Mr. Boris forget all the unpleasantness, and he agreed with a dog-legged smile.

This Grandet-like performance made Lynn really dumbfounded.

In any case, during the time I lived here, I did what I could do. If you want to do better, you can't do it from the details, but to transform the entire society at a macro level. Without sufficient strength and opportunity, Lynn would not have this idea of ​​beheading.

"You don't seem very happy?"

As soon as Sophia saw Lynn, she was keenly aware of her childhood sweetheart's emotions.

Lynn took the box, and the eldest sister took his arm naturally. The two of them were like a glued couple and left here without looking back. Speaking of which, Sophia has become more and more feminine after she started to pay attention to dressing up, and the little gentleman can't help but want to hold her and savor it.

"Actually, I rarely have a happy time." Only when facing his sister can Lynn be able to hide it at all.

"I know."

Sophia didn't intend to know what Lynn was unhappy about, she knew that all she needed to do was to accompany him and comfort him.

"How's the new house?"

"There are two floors in total, with a private bathroom, a separate bedroom, a living room, a kitchen, and a room that can be used as a study. There is also a piece of land in the back where flowers can be planted. It couldn't be better."

"The rent must be expensive."

"Hee hee, don't underestimate your sister and my bargaining skills. Your weekly salary is 10 pounds, and my weekly salary is 1 pounds~www.wuxiamtl.com~ can fully pay the rent of this kind of house." In the house where people began to live together, Sophia showed the housekeeper's meticulous planning, not only living cheaply but also living well.

Sophia closed the deal for a super low price of 35 soli a month, and once again the street fame came into play.

"We don't need to hire a maid for the time being. I'll do some work first, but maid outfits can be considered first."

"Do you want to wear it?" Lynn's eyes were suddenly inexplicable.

"Of course, I've never worn one."

Sophia's amazingly soft squeeze wrapped around Lynn's arm, and she was looking forward to it, which was one of her life obsessions.

"I heard it's a double bed?" Lynn laughed and looked forward to the deep ravine.

"Little bastard, you look good at night."

The eldest sister's head and ears were instantly congested and red, and there was a hint of shyness in her emerald eyes.