Chapter 1 You Okay, Xiao Jia?!

"Xiao Jia, are you alright?!" Manager Gong and the security captain, rushing up from the emergency stairs, arrived after hearing the explosion.

"I'm fine."

Having been knocked back by the blast, Jia Wenjun, now conscious, gasped, "Quick, call the fire department, evacuate the residents, and shut off the main gas valve."

The security captain, covering his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, bravely rushed into the house to shut off the main gas valve. Fortunately, the gas explosion didn't cause a fire; only the massive force had blown out all the doors and windows. Luckily, these half-covered doors and windows had dispersed some of the impact, mitigating the damage to the building's structure.

The explosion completely blew up the WeChat group. To minimize the situation, Jia Wenjun, despite her discomfort, began appeasing the homeowners in the group. At the same time, she found the owner's contact information and called the owners of 1501, urging them to return as soon as possible.

The police arrived on the scene. The girl's father was still away on a business trip, and it was her stepmother who returned. Seeing her stepdaughter's fall and the tragic state of the home, the woman was stunned and speechless for a long time.

The funeral home's vehicle took the girl away. After understanding the situation, the police also left. Jia Wenjun dragged her weary body home, realizing it was almost eleven o'clock.

After a quick shower, Jia Wenjun sighed deeply, thinking of the girl.

The next morning, Jia Wenjun had just arrived at the office when she heard someone causing a commotion inside.

"What are you property managers good for?! All you know how to do is cover things up after something happens. Is there not a single living soul who can quickly clean up that bloody balcony? You turn a blind eye, but we live right across the hall; every time we stand by the window, we see blood. Aren't you supposed to be considerate of the owners? You've considered everything into the dog's belly?" Zhao Di glanced askance at Jia Wenjun, "A gold-medal housekeeper, my foot!"

Seeing Jia Wenjun, the property staff who had been apologizing all moved aside. Zhao Di's building was managed by Jia Wenjun, and everyone in this complex knew that Zhao Di, a somewhat famous online streamer, had snatched Jia Wenjun's boyfriend of five years, the one she was preparing to marry. This Zhao Di was young and impetuous, doing things without leaving any room for maneuver. She not only turned someone else's boyfriend into her own husband but also brazenly bought a house in this complex, showing off her affection in front of Jia Wenjun from time to time.

Facing such humiliation, everyone thought Jia Wenjun would sell her house in the complex and resign. But to everyone's surprise, Jia Wenjun acted as if nothing had happened, going to work as usual, eating her meals as usual, even able to laugh off the gossip of her colleagues behind her back. She was a tough character.

Now everyone knew that Zhao Di was deliberately trying to make trouble for Jia Wenjun, and no one would step forward to get scolded.

Jia Wenjun looked at the woman in front of her, wearing a halter top and hot pants, with a curvy figure and heavy makeup. She took a deep breath, telling herself to stay calm, before saying in a composed manner, "This homeowner, the police are still investigating the truth of the matter. The entire house of 601 is filled with evidence; even the homeowner can't live there. Our property management has no right or responsibility to clean it up. If you feel it's affecting you, you can directly complain to the police station. If you can't find the place, I can tell you: go out the north gate of the complex and walk east for a thousand meters. Oh, and as a gold-medal housekeeper, I'd like to remind you that your property management fee for the first half of the year is still outstanding. If it exceeds June, you'll have to pay a late fee."

Zhao Di, being rebuffed, was extremely angry and sneered, "With your attitude and the way you do things, you still want to collect property management fees? Dream on."

Jia Wenjun remained in an indifferent tone, "If you don't pay, we'll sue you. If you still refuse to comply, the court can enforce it."

"What? Abandoned by Lin Yang, you're running over here to threaten me?" Zhao Di raised her voice, her tone sharp, "Go ahead and sue, am I afraid of you?"

Jia Wenjun was discussing official business with her, but she insisted on bringing up personal matters. Knowing she was being unreasonable, Jia Wenjun told herself that she was at work now, and patience brings peace.

"Whether you're afraid is your business. In short, if you don't pay before the end of June, you'll receive a lawyer's letter." After saying this, Jia Wenjun ignored her and went straight to her seat.

Zhao Di couldn't stand Jia Wenjun's nonchalant attitude, the way nothing seemed to provoke her. She remembered Jia Wenjun's calm demeanor when she had snatched Lin Yang and flaunted it in front of Jia Wenjun, who coldly said she was welcome to "take it if she likes to recycle trash."

She also remembered how she had insisted on buying a house in this complex just to annoy this woman, making her suffer and eventually forcing her to leave. But to her surprise, this woman was as if she had no heart. Every time she saw her and Lin Yang, she still greeted them with a professional, fake smile, and even came to deliver the property management's big "Fortune" character during the New Year.

After all this, Zhao Di hadn't managed to drive this woman away and even made herself look particularly unreasonable. Lin Yang had quarreled with her more than once about this, telling her to stop bothering Jia Wenjun.

Zhao Di was furious. Men were blind; this Jia Wenjun was just a white lotus. She was going to vent all this frustration today and give Jia Wenjun a good beating.

"I'll show you who's boss." As she said this, Zhao Di grabbed the computer from Jia Wenjun's desk and smashed it directly onto the ground.

Jia Wenjun, who had been suppressing her anger, instantly found it funny. Previously, she was mindful of the fact that she was a property manager and the other party was a homeowner, so she couldn't confront her directly. Now that the other party had handed her a perfect excuse, why should she hold back?

Jia Wenjun quickly picked up her phone and called the police.

"Calling the police, are you? I'll smash everything here." After saying this, Zhao Di started smashing other machines.

Jia Wenjun couldn't help but want to applaud her. Smash, smash more, so she could spend a few more days in jail.

When Gong Dalong came in, he saw debris all over the floor. Zhao Di picked up a copier and was about to smash it when he shouted, "Stop!"

Although he usually tried to smooth things over, Zhao Di had made the first move, so the right was on their side.

The police arrived quite quickly. Hearing that she was going to be detained, Zhao Di instantly became timid and tearfully called Lin Yang over, saying that Jia Wenjun and the property management were bullying her.

Jia Wenjun calmly pulled up the surveillance footage for everyone to see. Seeing that Zhao Di had provoked the trouble and smashed things first, Lin Yang was too embarrassed to argue for anything. He not only paid for everything that was damaged but also paid the outstanding property management fees and the fees for the next year.

Seeing that the matter had been resolved, the police left. Gong Dalong, seeing that the money had been paid, reverted to his previous smiling property manager persona.

"Wasn't there a lottery? Why didn't you let me participate?" Zhao Di felt that she had become the master again after paying the money.

Gong Dalong hesitated. A murder had occurred in the complex, and it was at Anna's house. He definitely couldn't go deep-sea fishing this week. But yesterday, when they had encouraged the homeowners to pay their property management fees in the group, they had already said it. He could only take out the lottery box, "It's like this, so many things happened yesterday. We don't know yet whether the deep-sea fishing will be postponed or canceled, but you can draw one. If you win and if the activity is confirmed to continue, we'll notify you."

"That's more like it." Zhao Di took a lottery ticket in a bad mood, casually scratched it open, and her eyes instantly lit up, "I won!"

Manager Gong's lips twitched. He sent the two of them away and then turned around with a dark face to have Jia Wenjun contact Anna and ask her if the deep-sea fishing event was still happening, lest their property management be left in a difficult position.