Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 367 - 242

The sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, spilling onto the bluish-gray tiles and the white walls, reflecting a tranquil play of light and shadow.

However, the courtyard presented a busy scene reminiscent of a construction site.

Various building materials were scattered all over the place, bags of cement, brand-new tiles, and lumber of various lengths could be seen everywhere.

Inside the house, shouts of workers moving heavy objects occasionally rang out, accompanied by the "bang bang" of hammers driving nails.

Li Zhenhua, wearing a safety helmet, squinted his eyes into slits, carefully inspecting a freshly paved section of the floor.

He lightly tapped it a few times with the cane in his hand, listening closely for a crisp sound to judge if there were any bulges in the tiles.

Then he picked up the renovation blueprints, compared them with the current state, and exchanged a few words with the construction workers:

"Guys, make sure these hole dimensions are precise, follow the drawings, don’t let them deviate."

Beside him, a drill buzzed noisily, spreading wood chips.

A few workers busily drilled holes in the ceiling, preparing to install chandeliers.

Li Zhenhua couldn’t help but raise his hand and cough lightly twice.

Fang Cheng saw this, hurriedly handed over a kettle, and softly said:

"Grandfather, why don’t you return to the hotel to rest? My uncle and I are overseeing things here; nothing will go wrong."

Li Zhenhua took the kettle, drank a sip, and waved his hand with a smile:

"No issue, this house is your granddad’s retirement nest for the latter part of his life, how can I just let it go?"

"Back in my twenties, I did some masonry work too. At critical times, you have to step up. Keep a close eye now; it’ll be comfortable later when you live in it."

Seeing his grandfather’s stubborn demeanor, Fang Cheng shrugged helplessly.

Since recovering from the surgical wound, grandfather could not remain idle, coming over on his own every morning to inspect the renovation site and monitor the construction status.

This energy is entirely unlike a sixty-year-old who had just recovered from cancer.

Before long, the sun climbed to the rooftop, and it was noon.

Lunches ordered from a nearby fast-food restaurant by his uncle arrived, and the renovation workers gradually paused for lunch and rest.

Fang Cheng also ended a morning of "supervision," accompanying his grandfather back to the hotel for a meal.

On the way and in the restaurant, grandfather enthusiastically discussed the follow-up renovation plans, the areas that needed change, and the materials to use.

Fang Cheng listened patiently on the side, nodding occasionally in agreement.

After lunch, sending grandfather back to his room for a nap, Fang Cheng turned and returned to his own room.

Gently closing the door, the room was silent, in stark contrast to the clamor outside.

Fang Cheng walked to the bedroom, retrieved a black code box from the bottom of the wardrobe, and placed it on the bed.

Then his fingers deftly dialed the code lock.

With a soft "click," the lid popped open.

Inside, stacks of cash were neatly arranged.

Pressed on these bills was a Black Demon Pistol, a military dagger with a blood groove, and several magazines loaded with bullets.

And, a white mask embedded with a red ruby.

The two gems seemed like the eyes of a demon, emanating an eerie red light, with the white contour resembling a chilling skull.

The entire mask seemed alive, staring intently at Fang Cheng.

Fang Cheng remained calm, picked up the shiny black pistol that had been meticulously polished.

His fingertips lightly brushed over its cold lines, as if intimately communicating with an old friend.

He then loaded bullets into the magazine, followed by a swift and precise "click" of the bolt.

He raised the pistol, squinting slightly, looking through the sights to lock onto a figure on the road outside the window.

A few breaths passed.

Once Fang Cheng found the stance, he released the trigger, stashed the cocked pistol into his shoulder bag.

Then, he picked up the dagger and the remaining magazines, tossing them into his shoulder bag as well.

Lastly, his gaze lingered on the white Evil Ghost mask.

Slightly hesitating, Fang Cheng decided to bring it along, just in case.

The black combat suit had been torn and scrapped during the last operation.

This antique mask had exceptional resilience, enough to provide some protection for vital head areas, and enhance defensive power.

Knock, knock.

Two knocks abruptly sounded, piercing the room’s stillness.

Fang Cheng’s eyes instantly sagged slightly, quickly packed the code box, and shoved it back into the wardrobe before briskly heading towards the door.

Upon opening the door, he found his uncle Li Dingjian standing outside.

"Uncle, is there something you need from me?"

Fang Cheng asked calmly.

Li Dingjian’s expression appeared somewhat serious, pausing before speaking:

"Ah Cheng, I came to tell you something. As you know, I need to do a project soon; work has been busy, and I often can’t attend to things at home."

"So now, I have to go on a business trip to another city, to discuss cooperation matters."

Saying this, he looked up at Fang Cheng with eyes full of entrusting intention:

"If I don’t return for a long time, could you please take care of your grandfather?"

"Old people are getting on in years, always worrying about the house renovation. Though his health seems robust, he can’t withstand fatigue. You and your mom, please keep an eye..."

Fang Cheng was slightly taken aback, then responded with a smile:

"Don’t worry, Uncle, you travel without concerns. Home has me to watch over it. I understand grandfather’s temperament well; I’ll monitor his diet and daily life closely; I’ll come here to accompany him whenever possible."

Li Dingjian’s eyebrows relaxed upon hearing this. He patted Fang Cheng’s shoulder, smiling:

"With those words, I’m much relieved."

"Ah Cheng, you’ve been mature since young; Uncle has always noticed that. This time, I’m truly grateful for your efforts..."

In the middle of this conversation, his phone in his pocket suddenly rang urgently.