Another Monday began, a dreary, exhausting Monday like any other.
The Fatty and I went with the others to Workers and Peasants Sixth Village to continue the work we'd been doing there for some time.
With one incident after another at Workers and Peasants Sixth Village, all the property owners were now in a hurry to move out. Not one of them still wanted to dig in their heels. That meant less arguing and dithering for us, and we could get things done swiftly.
Of course, with so many buildings now deemed unsafe, some property owners had moved out early because they were worried about their safety. Before we could work, we had to contact them, then recheck and verify things like the area of their homes. Some documents also required their signatures in person.
Workers and Peasants Sixth Village had grown very quiet.
The Housing Bureau staff who'd come to inspect the buildings hadn't all left yet, but there weren't many of them, and they worked separately from us. Director Mao from the residents' committee and the others seemed distracted, less enthusiastic than usual and even more absent-minded.
As the four of us waited for the property owners to arrive, we heard a commotion outside.
My phone rang. It was a number I'd saved under the name "Nantian."
I had a bad feeling. My eyelid had already started twitching.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hey, Lin Qi, guess what I found?" Nantian sounded cheerful.
It wasn't just my eyelid twitching anymore. A nerve in my brain was spasming.
"What did you find?" I asked, taking a deep breath.
"I told you, I've always been lucky."
"Call your brother," I said without an ounce of sympathy, then prepared to hang up.
"Come on. He's just a logistics guy. What's the point of