Ye Chen took Xiao Chen to a ramen restaurant. Despite its luxurious appearance, it was still just a ramen place.
"What would you like to eat?" asked a waiter who approached them with a menu.
"Let me have the menu," Ye Chen said.
"Sure."
The waiter handed him the menu, and after a quick glance, Ye Chen ordered, "One braised beef, one pickled chicken feet, and a cucumber salad."
"Alright, and for the main course?"
"Two bowls of premium ramen."
"Please wait a moment."
After the waiter left, Ye Chen turned to Xiao Chen and said, "Sorry, it's just ramen."
"No, no, this is already great! To be honest, I thought you might take me to a fancy restaurant, and I was a bit nervous. Now, I feel completely relaxed."
"Hahaha! Honestly, I was nervous too," Ye Chen admitted, looking at Xiao Chen.
He was telling the truth; going to a high-end restaurant made him uneasy. Xiao Chen, however, thought Ye Chen was just being modest.
After finishing their meal, Ye Chen drove Xiao Chen back to her shop. He had a contract to sign for the Yujing Garden apartment; the new owners were already moving in, but he hadn't signed the paperwork yet.
After signing the contract, Ye Chen drove back to Fengsheng Garden with the contract and the stack of property certificates. He needed to lock them in a safe. Besides, he still had ten villas in the suburbs and sixty school district apartments in the city to reclaim.
However, these tasks were simpler. The suburban villas were all located in three large villa areas, meaning a maximum of three trips. The sixty school district apartments were in a single building, making it easier to manage.
Once he secured the property certificates and the contract in the safe, Ye Chen drove back to the mall to check in from his leave.
Back at the dormitory, the captain and others were still sleeping. Ye Chen, not feeling sleepy, left the dorm.
"Oh, you're back?"
Just as he stepped out, he ran into Li Zhiyu.
A fleeting smile crossed Li Zhiyu's face when she saw Ye Chen, but he noticed it.
"What's up? Out of money again?"
"No, I still have money!"
Surprised, Ye Chen looked at her. He had given her two thousand yuan the other day, which, for him, could last three months, but for a wealthy girl like her, it might not last three minutes.
"I sold my bag."
"Oh my gosh!" Ye Chen slapped his forehead, realizing he had overthought. It was hard to imagine her living frugally.
"Since I'm staying here now, the bag was useless. I sold it and bought some gifts for everyone to thank them for their hospitality."
"So, you didn't sell it because you were out of money?" Ye Chen asked in disbelief.
"Of course not! Living here, I barely spend any money, except for some snacks."
"Alright!" Ye Chen nodded, "Are you heading out?"
"Yeah, I'm going to the supermarket to buy some fruit. Want to come?"
"No, I have some things to do. Go ahead! Oh, and don't spend money recklessly."
"Don't worry! Don't underestimate me; I'm very good with money."
Ye Chen didn't take her comment about being good with money seriously, thinking she meant she liked it.
After leaving the basement, Li Zhiyu went to the supermarket, while Ye Chen found a place to sit and took out his phone.
He wasn't making a call but checking his bank balance.
Even though he was prepared, Ye Chen was still shocked to see 66.37 million yuan remaining after paying the property management fees.
Out of the eight reclaimed villas, three were rented out.
The first one was rented for 12.8 million, including a car.
The second one for 13.7 million, without a car.
The third one for 44 million, including two cars.
Additionally, a high-end apartment was rented out for over 2 million, totaling over 72 million.
The eight villas and thirty high-end apartments owed a year's worth of management fees, amounting to over 6 million.
So, after paying these fees, Ye Chen had over 66 million left in his bank account. Each transaction was recorded in text messages, ensuring no errors.
Looking at the 66 million, Ye Chen felt lost, unsure how to use the money.
He was a poor guy who suddenly became rich. If this money were in the hands of a wealthy person, they might invest in stocks, funds, or other ventures.
But for Ye Chen, it was just a number, leaving him feeling a bit clueless.
"Wait, Yu'e Bao can earn interest! I'll transfer some there."
As a poor guy accustomed to a frugal life, this was the best he could think of.
Ye Chen opened Alipay; his salary, after sending money to his parents, was all in there.