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Liu Qingwan told her mother that Lu Xiaoran had been acting strangely since he walked in, as if he had completely changed. She hadn't offended Lu Xiaoran, yet he had kicked her out of the rental apartment without hesitation.
Fang Mingyue nodded as she listened, and after her daughter finished speaking, she sighed and said, "This is not right for Lu Xiaoran. Here’s what we’ll do: I’ll talk to your father later and have him communicate with Lu Xiaoran."
Liu Qingwan nodded, changed her clothes, and went to her room.
In the afternoon, Lu Xiaoran left his house and got into a taxi. The issue with Wu Jian had been resolved, and now it was time to address his housing situation. Staying in the current rental apartment was definitely not an option. Ordinary houses like this one could not achieve absolute sealing; toxic gas seeping through the cracks in doors and windows could affect a person's health.
In his previous life, Lu Xiaoran had tried sealing all visible gaps in the room with tape and glue, but the pungent smell of toxic gas still lingered. After more than a month, he began to experience symptoms of poisoning such as coughing and chest tightness. The poor sealing of ordinary buildings was inadequate; he needed a safe house that could be completely sealed off.
Before leaving, Lu Xiaoran had researched online, discovering that Gu'an Company was the most authoritative source for constructing safe houses in Haitong. Originally focused on producing security doors, the company expanded its business as it grew, now specializing in custom indoor security systems—what they referred to as safe houses.
The taxi Lu Xiaoran was in headed towards Gu'an Company's location. After a forty-minute ride, he finally arrived at his destination.
Entering the lobby of Gu'an Company, a middle-aged man in uniform who looked like a sales representative approached him. "Hello, sir. What business can I assist you with today?"
"I would like to learn more about your safe houses," Lu Xiaoran replied.
The middle-aged man nodded and led him to the front desk, handing him a brochure. "This is a catalog of safe houses we have previously built. The performance of these safe houses varies according to different customer requirements. May I ask what your specific needs are?"
Lu Xiaoran glanced through the brochure briefly before looking up into the sales representative's eyes. "First, it needs to have good sealing properties; second, it must be sturdy enough to withstand general violent attacks."
The sales representative nodded in response and continued asking, "What is your budget for this project?"
"Money is not an issue," Lu Xiaoran stated firmly. "I want to see what your best safe house can offer."
Upon hearing Lu Xiaoran's words, the middle-aged man's eyebrows raised slightly.
Based on his earlier observations of Lu Xiaoran, the young man was dressed from head to toe in non-branded clothing—his pants and shoes were all ordinary.
Logically, he couldn't possibly be a wealthy heir, yet he had the audacity to claim that money was not an issue.
It seemed necessary to teach this kid a lesson, to make him understand what it meant to know one's place in the world.
"Sir, please come with me. We just happen to have a newly built model room here."
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