Love Apartment: South Wind Passage

Although Ziqiao has helped Yifei and Teacher Zeng do a lot of tenant mediation work for the residents' committee, this is his first time coming to the residents' committee.

In fact, the residents' committee of the iPartment is not much different from the residents' committees of other places. Both the decoration and the internal equipment are similar to what Zi Qiao imagined.

Highlight a rigid, old-fashioned person.

But if there is any difference between the residents committee of iPartment and other residents committees, it is that the apartment residents committee has more young blood than others.

Logically speaking, the members of the residents' committee are generally warm-hearted adults and aunts who are retired at home and have a lot of time.

It's just that love apartments have been moving in the direction of young people and couples since last year. The number of young tenants in the apartment has already overwhelmed the number of tenants over forty years old in the past few months.

The Sunset Red Apartment opposite has indeed attracted many adults and aunts to live there, including many from the residents committee.

In this case, the members of the residents' committee will obviously become younger and younger.

In fact, Zeng Xiaoxian and Yifei also considered bringing Lu Ziqiao into the residents' committee. After all, his adjustment ability is indeed very useful.

The most important thing is that although the members of the residents committee do not receive a salary, they can also enjoy half the rent and free water and electricity.

But because of the past incident of the four major factions besieging the love apartment, Zi Qiao obviously didn't have a good reputation with the residents' committee.

So Xiaoxian and Yifei had no choice but to give up this idea. -

Nan Feng brought Zi Qiao to an office. He took a glass of water from the water dispenser and handed it to Zi Qiao: "Sit down and drink some water first."

"Okay, Nanfeng, is this your office?"

Ziqiao took the water from Nanfeng and looked around curiously.

He pointed to another desk in the office: "Whose position is this?"

"This is Teacher Zeng's desk. The remaining two vice-chairmen are in another room, and the chairman himself is in a separate room."

Zi Qiao rolled his eyes and said, "I heard that you four vice-chairmen are responsible for the main affairs of the Residents Committee."

"Absolutely." Nanfeng nodded.

"Then what is your chairman responsible for?"

Nanfeng muttered: "Be responsible for being the mascot."

"What?"

"You're just kidding." Nanfeng said softly, "The chairman's role is still very important. He not only has to fight for the interests of all our tenants and suffer scolding from the landlord, but he also has to deal with the street leaders and suffer scolding from them."

Zi Qiao understood now: "I understand, it turns out he is the one who was scolded."

It might as well be a mascot.

Zi Qiao rubbed his hands and asked with a smile: "If I can have a good relationship with all four of you vice presidents, can I walk away from the love apartment?"

Nanfeng spread his hands: "I can give you half an hour of free time, you go and give it a try.

"The remaining two vice-chairmen are at 106."

"real?"

Zi Qiao stared at Nanfeng suspiciously: "Why are you so kind-hearted all of a sudden?"

"I knew you didn't dare."

Nanfeng laughed and said, "I'm giving you a chance and you're not using it. Then let's just start today's work."

"Wait a minute, I'd better go take a look before talking."

Zi Qiao said and ran in the direction of 106. Nan Feng just looked at the door with a smirk on his face.

In less than five minutes, Nan Feng heard the sound of Zi Qiao running back in a panic.

“Damn, Nanfeng, you’re kidding me!

"Why didn't you tell me there was one of my ex-girlfriends among the vice presidents!"

Ziqiao rushed into Nanfeng's office with a panic-stricken look on his face and quickly locked the door.

Nanfeng pretended not to know and said, "This is your ex-girlfriend, how could I know."

"I believe you are the only one who has ghosts!"

Zi Qiao knew that Nan Feng must have done it on purpose.

Nan Feng spread his hands: "You said you wanted to have a good relationship with all four vice-chairmen, I'm just giving you directions.

"Besides, didn't you promise that we will break up peacefully from now on, so that we can get together and part ways easily? What are you still afraid of?"

"Huh……"

Zi Qiao was stunned for a moment, and then he patted the door in sudden realization.

"Yes, I asked why she just pointed at me and yelled, but didn't rush over and slap me."

Zi Qiao took a deep breath and smiled to himself: "I'm used to it, I'm used to it."

Nan Feng stared at Zi Qiao, wondering why he still seemed a little lost.

"Okay, now that everyone is back, let's get to work quickly."

Nanfeng waved Zi Qiao back to his seat. He pointed at the computer screen and asked Zi Qiao: "I am mainly responsible for the event planning part. What do you think you can handle?"

Zi Qiao came closer and saw that Nanfeng's work list contained a bunch of event planning.

[Love Apartment New Year’s Eve Party (Completed)]

[Love Apartment Valentine’s Day Couple Challenge Contest (to be implemented)]

[iPartment Annual Dating Conference (to be determined)]

[iPartment Flying Star Wheelchair Racing Competition (failed)]

[iPartment Business District Carnival (first draft)]

…

Zi Qiao felt dizzy just by looking at these event plans.

"Why don't you tell me first, what do the words in these parentheses mean?"

Nanfeng complained: "You can't understand what I wrote so clearly. Was your Chinese taught by a physical education teacher?"

Seeing the confusion of a scumbag in Zi Qiao's eyes, Nan Feng could only continue to explain to Zi Qiao patiently.

After Nan Feng finished explaining, Zi Qiao said with a sense of realization: "I understand everything you just said, but I don't know any of the event planning you mentioned."

south wind:……

Wouldn't you have told me earlier and waited until I finished explaining what I needed to explain?

But fortunately, Nanfeng had expected it. He pointed to the desk opposite and said: "In this case, you should do what you are good at.

"It's up to you to mediate residents' disputes."

"ah!"

When Zi Qiao heard this, he suddenly cried and looked sad. It was the damn residents who were mediating again!

Although Ziqiao is eloquent, knows how to solve problems, is well-informed, has a sharp eye, and is a good expert in mediating disputes between residents, but sometimes the things he is good at do not mean that he likes things.

Especially for trivial matters like mediating residents' disputes or persuading residents to demolish illegal buildings, no matter how strong your mediation skills are, you will inevitably be treated with a cold face.

If Zi Qiao hadn't seen that Zeng Xiaoxian and Yifei were usually very kind to him, he wouldn't be willing to get involved in such nonsense.

You can quarrel as much as you like, and build illegal buildings however you like. Even if the sky falls, it won't be your turn to lift the roof.

For a person like him who lives in the world, conscience and kindness are extremely limited and precious resources, and the less they use, the less they can.

Therefore, Zi Qiao only plans to use his conscience and kindness on the people he cares about, and only when they really need his help.

Nan Feng patted Zi Qiao on the shoulder and stood up: "Stop screaming, don't waste your good time."

"I think it's a complete waste to spend time on irrelevant people without any benefit." Zi Qiao muttered.

"Just help Teacher Zeng and Yifei. They are very busy recently. We can help them as much as we can."

"That's barely okay, but when I go back, I have to ask them to treat me to four sauced pork elbows to make up for it."

Zi Qiao stood up tremblingly. After his morning run, he only felt that his legs were weak.

Nan Feng came to Zeng Xiaoxian's desk in a familiar way and took out the information materials she asked him to prepare yesterday from the desk drawer.

“Three residents were involved in disputes, and one was building an illegal building without permission on the first floor.

"These are all cases that Teacher Zeng came to mediate and persuade several times but failed to resolve."

Nanfeng patted the information on his hand and sneered: "That means Yifei is not free recently, otherwise we wouldn't let them be so rampant."

Teacher Zeng is still too weak to be bullied by himself, and Yifei has to be by his side to help calm things down.

Of course, if only Yifei mediates and negotiates, everyone will probably think that the residents' committee is a gathering place for barbarians in less than three days.

Therefore, the mediation team of Zeng Xiaoxian and Yifei can be regarded as one strong and one soft, both of which are indispensable.

Zi Qiao took the information from Nan Feng and curled his lips: "You are all vice-chairmen, why do you have to do the work yourself?"

Nan Feng rolled his eyes at Zi Qiao and said, "There are only a few people in the Residential Committee. When you are free, I might even call you Vice Chairman. Who dares not to do your work when you are busy? The elders and aunties in the Residential Committee will really point their noses and scold you." .

"Of course, except that our respected chairman can have a little leisure time. After all, he is responsible for helping us get scolded... and taking the blame."

Nan Feng's words made Zi Qiao start to sympathize with the chairman of the residents' committee whom he had never met before.

A superior who not only helps his subordinates get scolded but also takes the blame for them is the dream of every workplace person.

No wonder Nanfeng said he was a mascot at first.

So the two of them left the residents' committee. Including lunch time, the two of them were busy from about nine in the morning to about two in the afternoon. In the process, Zi Qiao's words were almost worn out.

By the time Nan Feng and Zi Qiao returned to the apartment, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon. Zi Qiao, whose mouth was parched and thirsty, was leaning on the sofa and gulping down lemonade.

“It’s so sour and refreshing, I can’t believe it!”

Zi Qiao felt the charm of lemonade for the first time.

Nanfeng was also sitting nearby, sipping lemonade, and quietly looking at the scenery outside the balcony in trance.

"Let's go, it's time to start your last experience."

After an unknown amount of time, Nan Feng came back to his senses and spoke softly to Zi Qiao.

"The last item?"

Zi Qiao was a little surprised: "But it's only around three o'clock in the afternoon. Don't you plan to continue torturing me tonight?"

"You think it's fun to torture you all the time?

"Well, it's really interesting."

Nanfeng paused and continued: "It's just that I prefer to keep the evening time to myself."

He stood up, pointed to the instrument storage room and said, "Are you ready to start your concert?"

Zi Qiao raised his eyebrows: "So your last experience was playing a musical instrument?"

"Of course, I won't teach you how to use an instrument this time. Do you think you can handle it?" Nanfeng looked at the man in front of him with a determined look on his face, who didn't look like he had any musical talent.

Unexpectedly, when Qiao heard this, he looked up at the sky and laughed like a black devil: "Hahahaha, hahahaha..."

Nanfeng asked in surprise: "Why is my son Fengxian laughing?"

"I laugh at my adoptive father's lack of ambition, and I laugh at your Nanfeng's lack of wisdom."

Zi Qiao stood up proudly, put his hands on his hips, and said very proudly: "I originally planned to get along with you as an ordinary person, but what I got in exchange was contempt.

"No more pretending, I'm the explosive drummer of the band Steel Pecs, and I'm showing off."