"Where did you know about the wind stirring?" Mu Anxiao frowned.
"He told you?" Zhang Yan asked, surprised.
"En, he said he heard it. At that time, I thought it was you who said it, but who knew," Mu Anxiao pointed at the water glass on the coffee table. Zhang Yan instinctively bent down and picked up the glass, handing it to Mu Anxiao. Mu Anxiao took a sip and said, "Who knew it wasn't you."
"Why would I say something like that? I'm busy enough with things here," Zhang Yan gestured around.
Mu Anxiao looked at the courtyard, which was almost filled with furniture by Zhang Yan, and asked, "Are you going to sleep here tonight?"
"No, I had someone repaint my room."
"I knew it. If you really put all these things here, and it rained," Mu Anxiao handed the water glass back to Zhang Yan, who took it with a smile. She continued, "Wouldn't that be awkward?"
"Don't jinx it," Zhang Yan said, placing the water glass on the coffee table. "You know, I thought buying a bed would take a long time, but I finished in less than an hour. They'll deliver it soon."
Mu Anxiao, not understanding Zhang Yan, yawned and said, "I can't, I need to sleep for a bit." She then closed her eyes.
Zhang Yan smiled and said, "Alright, you sleep." He then continued watching television.
Liu Xian and Fan Yan hid in the room, watching Zhang Yan sitting in the courtyard watching TV through the window. Liu Xian said, "Do you think the boss did something?"
"What do you mean?" Fan Yan asked, confused.
"Look, usually the boss is stingy to death, but these past few days he's been buying wildly. Tell me," Liu Xian furrowed his brow and looked at Fan Yan, "If he didn't strike it rich, what else could it be?"
"Didn't you enjoy this feeling of getting recycled goods? Why are you saying this now?" Fan Yan stared out the window and asked.
"I didn't expect the boss to give us all his unwanted things. Look," Liu Xian turned and pointed at the small room, almost crammed with furniture, "This room is already full. He's still trying to shove his bed in here. I suspect he's using this room as a storage room, and we're just the guards."
"Isn't this also a job?" Fan Yan asked.
Liu Xian thought for a moment and said, "It is. We're helping him guard his old furniture. In that case," he curled his lips and looked out the window, "shouldn't the boss give us a raise?" As he spoke, he moved to the door.
Fan Yan was surprised that his casual remark was adopted by Liu Xian, and quickly said, "Don't go. I was just saying."
Liu Xian grasped the doorknob and said, "Don't worry, I won't say it was you."
"But you can't go either. This is a perk from the boss. If you say this," Fan Yan stepped forward, "it will hurt his feelings."
"What's there to hurt? The boss's..." Liu Xian patted his face. "My skin is thick enough. Even if I say the wrong thing, the boss won't be angry." After saying that, he opened the door and walked out.
Fan Yan was speechless at Liu Xian's suicidal idea.
In a blink of an eye, Liu Xian stopped beside the coffee table. He first glanced at Mu Anxiao and said, "Boss, she's back."
"En." Zhang Yan stared straight at the television.
Liu Xian chuckled twice, then looked at the power cord pulled from the room. "Boss, you really love watching TV. You watch it even when you're sitting here."
"When I'm bored, I don't watch TV," Zhang Yan suddenly looked up at Liu Xian. "I watch you!"
"No, it's just, boss, I have a suggestion, may I?" Liu Xian asked with a grin.
Zhang Yan looked at Liu Xian's insincere face and said, "If it's about your room, don't tell me."
"No, boss, look, that room isn't big to begin with. You're bringing in your bed that you've used for almost decades. Honestly," Liu Xian forced a smile, "it really takes up a lot of space."
The moment Liu Xian said this, Fan Yan carefully opened the door and eavesdropped.
"Are you disliking my bed?" Zhang Yan asked.
Liu Xian felt awkward when Zhang Yan asked this. "It's not that, it just takes up a bit of space."
"Alas..." Zhang Yan sighed deeply.
Liu Xian's expression turned awkward. "Boss, what's wrong?"
"My mattress is a Simmons, I spent a lot of money on it back then, and you dislike it. Fine then," Zhang Yan picked up the remote and turned off the TV. "I'll find someone to move that bed right away."
"Boss..."
Zhang Yan extended his hand. "Help me up."
"Okay." Liu Xian looked guilty and reached out to take Zhang Yan's hand. "Boss, actually, I didn't mean it that way." As he spoke, he helped Zhang Yan up.
"Then what did you mean?" Zhang Yan asked while straightening his clothes.
"I mean, that room it..."
"Wait a minute." Zhang Yan interrupted, pulling out his phone and dialing the furniture buyer.
The next second, Zhang Yan grinned. "Hello, hello." He then deliberately turned on the speakerphone.
"Hello, Boss Zhang, giving me another antique?" a voice of an old man came from the other end.
"Yes, my old bed. The mattress is Simmons, and you know what wood the base is made of. So," Zhang Yan smiled, "name your price."
There was a moment of silence on the other end, then excitement. "Oh, you're talking about your bed? Oh my, I've had my eye on it for a long time. I'll give you..."
At this point, Zhang Yan turned off the speakerphone, held the phone to his ear, listened to the old man's words, and smiled. "Then come and collect it later."
"Alright, I'll transfer the money to your account."
"Okay, use the same account number as before."
"Got it."
"Okay." Zhang Yan nodded, took down the phone, and said with great feeling, "Originally, I thought I'd let you lie on the bed for a while, and then I'd tell you its actual value. But I didn't expect you to think it took up too much space. It can't be helped, it can't be helped."
"Boss, I'll lie on it." Liu Xian wore a smile.
"Forget it. Some things, when you know their price, lying on them doesn't feel the same. It's sold, it's good that it's sold," Zhang Yan said, bending down and covering Mu Anxiao with a blanket.
Liu Xian deflated.
Fan Yan gently closed the door and muttered, "It's over. That guy is going to trouble me again." He then let out a long sigh.
As Fan Yan expected, the next moment, Liu Xian pushed open the door and walked into the room, directly showing his displeasure to Fan Yan. "Are we brothers?"
"Huh?" Fan Yan was startled.
"What 'huh'? I know, you heard everything just now." Liu Xian said, glancing at the deflated bed placed at the innermost corner. "It's all because of one sentence from you that I lost such a good thing."