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The Truth About the "Ash Room"
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1. Moving to a new home, I was driven to distraction by the neighbors across the street. They have a fairly large German Shepherd, and for some reason, whenever they're not home, it just keeps barking non-stop. It's not the dog's fault for not understanding human nature, but the problem lies with the family's lack of discipline.
He has a 13-year-old boy at home, who is 1.7 meters tall and weighs over 150 pounds. He has excessive energy. Whether it's morning, noon, or night, as long as he's free, he either recklessly drums on the drum set or plays games with the sound on. I knocked on their door to express my intentions: "Sorry, we are new neighbors. We have young children at home. Could you please keep the noise down?" The fat white hostess pushed me over and said, "Get lost, we're playing drums in our own home. What's it to you?"
The master of the house is dark and thin, complementing the white and fat man. The two of them are like " Heibai Wuchang." He squints at me with triangular eyes and says, "You didn't hear what my wife said? Are your ears stuffed with donkey hair? Get lost!"
The drumming son becomes even more energetic, drumming and winking at me while sticking out his tongue.
The security door behind me "bangs" shut, and I am dazed and confused, almost not knowing how I was driven out!
Even more infuriating things happened later.
In the morning, I took my son to preschool and happened to ride the same elevator with a family. Their burly son grabbed my son by the neck and said, "You little brat, if your dad comes to my house again, I'll hit you!" I immediately called the police. When the police officer arrived, they said the perpetrator was a minor and only gave a warning. As the police car left, the perpetrator's parent came up to me and said, "The police are your dad!"
If it weren't for my son crying and pulling me desperately, I would have almost fought with this family. I reported to the property management, and the people in the property management department all looked constipated. The manager, surnamed Zhou, is in his forties and has a face full of flesh: "The residents in our community are all uneducated red-faced men, not as cultured as you intellectuals with glasses. If you can't adapt, you can move out!" Is that speaking like a human being?
My wife, who was taking our daughter out for a walk, called me in a tearful voice: "Hurry back, we can't get into the house!"
When I got back upstairs, I found the latch had been sealed with glue, and the security door had been splashed with paint.
I spent 100 bucks to have someone unlock the door, and then hired a cleaning company to clean up the mess. When everything was sorted out, my mischievous friend said with a smirk, "I thought you were so awesome, how did this happen?"
Uncle can endure, but aunt cannot endure!
I went to find the property management, and Manager Zhou's face twitched involuntarily, with a forced smile: "You just moved in, why is your reputation so bad? The camera at your location is broken, and we can't do anything about it."
After leaving the property management company, I took out my phone to call 110, but the cleaning lady stopped me: "This unit has changed hands four times since it was handed over, all because they couldn't stand the disturbance from the neighbors and sold the house. Even if you call the police, it's useless. That family, including the adults, children, as well as the cat and dog at home, are all troublemakers..."
1501, which is downstairs from them, is affected by the noise from upstairs. They couldn't reason with them and the situation became unbearable. They almost fell into depression and had to rent a house outside because their house has been empty all along! The property management manager is their relative, so even if you contact the property management, it's useless."
Is it really so strange? Is there really no one who can control them?
I still called 110, and the police came very quickly. But as soon as they arrived, they said, "We have been here countless times, but in this situation, even if there is evidence, we can only criticize and educate!" If criticism and education were effective, would there still be conflicts between Israel and Palestine, or the war between Russia and Ukraine? After that, I also witnessed what it means to have no bottom line and no humanity, with mutual animosity and resentment.
The couple are both urban village residents who received compensation for the demolition of their homes. They are not short of money, and every day they either gather a group of people to play mahjong, or they host gatherings with friends. They sing loudly, drink, and play drinking games. When the couple are not getting along, they make a lot of noise during the day, throwing pots and pans and shouting at each other. When they are on good terms, they have loud arguments at night, with the woman screaming like a cat in heat and the man behaving like a dog in heat. Their loud voices can be heard through walls and are unbearable. They dump their household waste in front of my door, allowing dead fish, rotten shrimp, meat bones, and other garbage to sour and stink. Their pets defecate and urinate in the hallway and they never clean it up.
The daughter-in-law took the two children back to her mother's home to live.
- The younger daughter can't rest at all, crying and fussing all day. The son trembles and wets his pants when he sees the little bully from the opposite door. Most importantly, the daughter-in-law is worried that their children will harm my son like the three little demons in Handan.
We dare not take the risk.
2. In order for our child to smoothly enter a better primary school, my spouse and I not only emptied our savings, but also emptied the wallets of both sets of parents. We bought this second-hand house near Experimental Primary School, and just as we were still happy about moving into our new home, we didn't expect this kind of result. My father-in-law's family of three lives in three rooms - one for the elderly couple, one for my newly married younger brother-in-law. Although there is still one room left, my sister-in-law and her family often stay at her parents' home. Not to mention whether my younger sister-in-law's husband gives face, it's also difficult for the elderly couple.
I've got such a bunch of bastards for neighbors, I'm really going crazy. I've thought countless times about taking a kitchen knife and chopping up the whole family.
Brother Xiong is a friend I grew up with, who brought a gift to warm my new home and saw the empty house, saying, "How come your new home is as quiet as an abandoned temple?"
I filled up another glass of white wine and said, "Don't mention it!"
Listen to me explain the situation: Brother Xiong is on fire: "I'm good at dealing with these kind of people!" I feel like I've hit the jackpot but also worry: "Bear, we can't do anything illegal or against the rules!" "Don't worry, bro, I've always been a law-abiding citizen, doing legitimate business."
As long as it allows us to return to normal life without breaking the law, what do I have to be afraid of? Brother Xiong gave me a set of keys: "My old house is empty, fully furnished, and equipped with appliances. You and sister-in-law should move in with the kids first." Moving to Brother Xiong's place, time that used to drag on now flies by. Our neighbors on all sides are Brother Xiong's old acquaintances. They take good care of us upon hearing that I am Brother Xiong's friend. Sometimes when my wife is too busy, there are people to help take care of our daughter. My wife says, "Look at Brother Xiong's neighbors, everywhere exudes a sense of warmth."
I can finally go to work with peace of mind.
For the past few days, there has been no news from Brother Xiong. When I called to ask, Brother Xiong was indifferent: "Why the rush, it's not time yet!"
Well, my buddy is currently living in your house, so if you say there's no rush, then there's no rush.
What should come will always come.
One day, a strange call came to my mobile phone. As soon as I answered, I heard a voice saying, "Hu, why did you rent out your house? I command you to move back immediately, or else..."
"If I can't afford to provoke you, I can still avoid you. Your 'or else' means nothing to me. I'm willing to rent out, and others are willing to rent. It's none of your business!" Following Brother Xiong's instructions, I hung up abruptly before she could say anything vulgar.
A surge of Resentment was released, and there was a sense of relief in my heart. Shortly after, another landline call came in. It was the property manager, speaking in a relatively restrained manner: "Who did you rent your house to?"
"What's wrong with my buddy?" I replied.
"What does he do?"
"He's in business. Hasn't he already been filed with your property management?" I said.
"I suggest you take back the house!" The property management manager's tone was becoming increasingly unpleasant.
"What if I don't accept your suggestion?"
"Then I won't let him stay here!" He angrily hung up the phone, completely lacking the professionalism expected of property management.
I called Brother Xiong and he was indifferent, saying "Stay calm."
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