I live on the first floor. An elevator was needed upstairs, so I gave in and agreed to install a corridor-style one, as long as it wouldn't block the light in my home. They agreed in person, then turned around while I was on a business trip, installed an ordinary elevator, and blocked the windows of my house. I went to them to argue with them, but Aunt Li put her hands on her hips and refused to let me live. Then no one would be able to live in this building. I converted the first floor into a columbarium. From then on, the neighbor upstairs lived a sleepless night.
