39: Chapter 39: Teacher Fang's outrageous actions of spending 100 million to buy a building and build public toilets.

Chen Jianhua's tone on the other end of the phone was extremely professional.

Fang Jiming turned on the speakerphone and leaned closer to the microphone.

"Old Chen, help me check something."

"At your command."

"At the end of Qiaonan Old Street, there is a three-story red brick building. The first floor is an internet cafe called Furious, and the second floor is a billiard and card room."

"Go to the Housing Management Bureau and check who holds the property rights to that building."

A continuous sound of keyboard typing came from the receiver.

"Very well, Mr. Fang. What should be done after finding the property rights?"

Fang Jiming exhaled a puff of white smoke, which swirled upward along the halo of the streetlamp.

"Once you find out whose it is, contact them directly and buy it out completely."

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line.

"Buy it out?"

There was confusion in Chen Jianhua's tone.

"Mr. Fang, the buildings over there are all old and dilapidated. They have no investment value, and the commercial return rate is close to zero."

Fang Jiming laughed in the night.

"Who said I wanted to invest?"

His fingers, holding the cigarette, tapped twice on the electric scooter's handlebar.

"I'm buying that building just to tear it down and build a public toilet."

Chen Jianhua fell into a long silence on the other end of the line.

He had seen plenty of such eccentricities from wealthy people, but the act of spending money to buy a building just to build a public toilet was truly rare.

"Understood."

Chen Jianhua quickly adjusted his mindset with his high level of professional competence.

"What is your approximate budget?"

Fang Jiming glanced at the long string of numbers on the System Panel.

"Let's start with 100 million."

He said this, which was worth a small fortune, as if he were ordering takeout.

"If the landlord is unwilling to sell, then throw money at them until they are willing."

"Process the acquisition through a shell company registered under an overseas trust fund. Do not let it be associated with me in any way."

"Within three days, I want to see the property rights of that building legally transferred."

Fang Jiming extended his cigarette-holding fingers outside the handlebar to flick off the ash.

"Clear out those messy tenants inside as quickly as possible."

Chen Jianhua acknowledged the order over the phone, not bothering to delve into the real reason for evicting the tenants from the old, dilapidated building.

"No problem, Mr. Fang. However, if we are forcibly evicting those social idlers, we might need to use some security forces. After all, those thugs are not easy to deal with."

Fang Jiming stubbed out the cigarette that had burned to the end on the lid of a trash can and tossed it into the stained circular hole.

"You handle that. Money is not an issue. As long as you don't kill anyone, it's fine even if you strip them naked and throw them out of Qiaonan Old Street."

Chen Jianhua promised to provide an eviction plan by the next morning.

Fang Jiming hung up the phone, thinking that after resolving the matter with Long Ge, he would go buy a house and a car. Otherwise, living in that shabby bachelor dormitory every day made many things inconvenient.

The next morning, the atmosphere in the early reading class of Class 18, Grade 12 at No. 19 Middle School was stifling. Even Qian Duoduo, who usually loved eating pancakes during the early reading class, didn't dare to make a sound. The fat boy stretched his neck from time to time, looking toward the school gate.

Ma Xiaotiao and Zhang Chi sat at their desks with dark circles under their eyes, looking exhausted.

Fang Jiming walked into the classroom slowly, holding a stainless steel thermos. He placed the cup on the podium with a sharp clink.

The thirty-odd people in the class all shivered in unison at the sound.

Fang Jiming unscrewed the lid and blew on the goji berries on the surface of the water, his gaze sweeping over the terrified faces of the students below.

"Why are you all shrinking your necks? Are you turtles waiting to be fed?"

Qian Duoduo swallowed hard and bravely raised his chubby hand.

"Brother Fang, I heard that last night, Long Ge put out the word on the old street that as long as Ma Xiaotiao and Zhang Chi dare to take a step out of the school gate today, he will break their legs."

Several girls below screamed softly in fear. Su Xiaoxiao buried her head in a stack of thick review materials.

Ma Xiaotiao could no longer hold back the fear. His legs went weak, and he almost slid from his chair to the floor. He shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Teacher Fang, I was wrong. I really know I was wrong. I'll call my dad after class and ask him to bring money to redeem me."

Zhang Chi was also clutching his hair with a worried expression, trembling in his seat.

Fang Jiming took a sip of goji berry tea and slowly tightened the lid of the thermos.

"Look at you all. Where is that courage from when you used to stay up all night in internet cafes and tower-dive to kill the opponents?"

He pulled a piece of white chalk from the chalk box on the podium, turned around, and quickly wrote three large characters on the blackboard.

"Study with Peace of Mind"

Chalk dust fell from the surface of the blackboard. Fang Jiming turned around and patted the white dust off his hands.

"When the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up. You little ones, put your hearts back in your stomachs. Ma Xiaotiao and Zhang Chi, follow me after school today. I will personally send you to the school gate."

A heated discussion broke out in the classroom.

Zhao Dazhuang rubbed his messy short hair and muttered in a low voice.

"Brother Fang, with your thin frame, if we really go out of the school gate, it'll probably be us carrying you back."

Lu Zihao, in the last row, was spinning a black ballpoint pen rapidly and suddenly threw out a sentence.

"I'll walk with you after school. I want to see how tough that so-called Brother Bug is."

Fang Jiming picked up the wooden pointer from the teaching desk and tapped it on the table.

"Alright, put away your stupid street gangster scripts. We are cultured people; we rely on our brains to solve problems."

The harsh bell for the end of school echoed over the campus. The sky outside was gloomy, as if it were about to rain. Not a single student in Class 18 rushed out. Instead, they all tacitly followed behind Fang Jiming and the students who had caused the trouble, moving toward the main gate with great fanfare.

Teacher Wen Ruyan happened to walk out of the teachers' office, holding a stack of thick math homework books. Seeing this imposing formation, she immediately jogged to catch up.

"Fang Jiming, are you crazy? Are you really planning to take them to the school gate to confront the local thugs?"

Teacher Wen Ruyan hurriedly reached out and grabbed the sleeve of Fang Jiming's hoodie, beads of sweat seeping from her forehead in her anxiety.

Fang Jiming pulled this beautiful colleague behind him, his tone extremely relaxed.

"Teacher Wen, don't worry. I have plenty of tricks up my sleeve. The good show is yet to come."

Teacher Wen Ruyan was choked by his vulgar proverb and couldn't respond for a long time. She could only hold the homework books and follow closely behind the team.