Chapter 199 Stay away from him
Henry walked out of the 'Emerald Cloud Pharmacy', glanced at the people still waiting in line to see the doctor, shook his head, and sighed, "You can't afford to get sick, otherwise..."
Then, Henry hailed a cab, "To Bujiang High-Speed Rail Station."
"Sure! 80 bucks!"
"Alright."
Henry looked out the window at the rapidly receding buildings. He was leaving this city to go to a small neighboring county. Today, he had an appointment to discuss buying a house.
Soon, they arrived at Bujiang High-Speed Rail Station. He scanned his ticket and boarded the train, which departed on time.
Sitting in his seat on the high-speed train, Henry's thoughts began to drift. In the other world, he was a noble with a piece of land and a city, served by the gentle and understanding Willow, and surrounded by a group of playful beast-eared girls...
But on Earth, he was just an ordinary person with a bit of money. What was his life goal? To make money and wait for death? To become a mortgage slave? To engage in cutthroat business dealings? Or to travel and squeeze through crowds?
Modern urban life had too many shackles. Henry had only been away from the other world for two or three hours, and he already wanted to go back.
"Hey there, why are you daydreaming?"
A female voice suddenly brought Henry back to reality. He turned his head and saw a girl sitting next to him, around twenty years old. If she removed a few layers of makeup, he might be able to rate her appearance.
Henry nodded slightly, politely pulled the corners of his mouth into a smile, but didn't speak. Every time he went out to buy something, he was more or less approached by someone, and he had become numb to it.
"My name is Layla. I noticed you were daydreaming as soon as I got on, so I called out to you," the girl said softly.
The train had stopped once earlier, and Layla had boarded at that stop. She noticed the handsome guy with a great aura sitting next to her, and decided to strike up a conversation.
"Hello!" Henry nodded politely, with a faint smile on his lips.
Layla could tell Henry wasn't interested in chatting, so she smiled awkwardly and didn't continue to pester him.
She smiled bitterly to herself, thinking that the handsome guys she liked never paid her any attention, while the ones she didn't like always pestered her.
"Layla, I heard there are a lot of bamboo shoots to dig up in your hometown. I love eating bamboo shoots."
"Yes! This time, it's my grandpa's birthday, and there will be many dishes made with bamboo shoots at the banquet. You can eat to your heart's content," Layla turned to chat with her colleague.
"......"
Forty minutes later, they arrived at their destination. Henry got off the train, hailed a cab, and went to the county center. He talked with the homeowner and completed the paperwork, spending over 800,000 yuan to buy a small courtyard.
Then he went to a car dealership and bought a car for around 200,000 yuan, heading straight to the outskirts of the county. The small courtyard he bought was in a small mountain village.
After a thirty-minute drive, he saw a large bamboo forest before even entering the village. The small mountain village was hidden in the bamboo forest, giving it a bit of a utopian feel.
If this kind of village were near a big city instead of a small county, it would have long been targeted by real estate developers.
Entering the village, he arrived at a small courtyard. The courtyard walls were made of stone. After opening the gate and driving in, Henry found that the courtyard was indeed very large, like a northern quadrangle. No wonder the homeowner insisted on selling it for 800,000 yuan.
Henry checked the courtyard, put away some of the things he had bought, and chose a room with a cellar as his bedroom. Why was there a cellar in the room?
It was said that the previous owner was a heavy drinker who naively tried to imitate scenes from TV by digging a cellar in the room to store wine. If it weren't for his excessive drinking leading to stomach cancer and the urgent need for money, he wouldn't have sold the house.
Henry planned to renovate the cellar later and use it as a secret place for his travels between worlds.
After finishing everything, five or six hours had passed. He decided to go out for a walk, observe the surroundings, and most importantly, get to know the neighbors.
As soon as Henry stepped out of the courtyard and walked a short distance, he saw Layla, the girl who had greeted him on the high-speed train. She was chatting with three or four middle-aged women and looked very surprised to see him.
"Hey! Handsome, we meet again. Do you also live in this small village?" Layla greeted him quickly.
"Yeah! Just moved in today." Henry didn't expect such a coincidence.
"Layla, is this handsome young man your suitor?" one of the middle-aged women asked.
"Auntie! Don't say that," Layla said, a bit embarrassed.
"Young man, what do you do for a living? Do you work in a state-owned enterprise like Layla?" another middle-aged woman asked.
"Me?" Henry was a bit stunned. Why did it suddenly feel like a matchmaking session? However, he had already thought of an excuse for his job and replied calmly, "I write e-books."
"Really? Isn't that like Paul? He stays home all day, saying he can make money writing books, staying up all night, and only makes three or four thousand yuan a month," another middle-aged woman said with a sneer.
"Well, young man, keep it up!" one of the women said, pulling Layla away. "Let's go! Your grandpa's birthday banquet is about to start."
"Okay!"
Layla also lost interest in Henry. She knew about people who wrote books because her cousin, Ah Xiang, was one of them—a homebody who couldn't make much money.
"..." Henry was slightly stunned, amused as he watched them walk away, still hearing some mocking remarks.
"Layla, stay away from him. Writing books has no future. Staying home all day..."
"Exactly, no social circle at all. Look at Ah Xiang, it's miserable. But I heard his mom recently kicked him out to get a job."
"Then there's hope. Otherwise, staring at a computer all day, you'd go crazy even if you weren't already..."
"......"
Henry felt he could go back now. There was no need to probe further; these people were definitely his neighbors.
Moreover, if he stayed home all day or for several days, these neighbors would think he was writing books, completely solving the risk of exposure.
Thinking about the wild ginseng in his inner space and that bank card with millions on it, Henry's lips curled into a pleased smile.
Would he write books? Naive! He would never write books. He was a noble with beast-eared girls.
Henry took out his phone and placed an order on the Amazon App. He needed to start buying some things now that he had his own courtyard and could stockpile a lot of stuff.
He also made a few phone calls. He had been eyeing that Iron Man suit for a long time, and now he finally had the money to buy it.
After finishing all this, Henry returned to the courtyard, locked the gate, and went down to the cellar, preparing to travel back to the other world. Just in time for dinner.
