By the time I woke up, it was already 10 a.m.
I barely slept last night, tossing and turning, until I finally dozed off at six in the morning.
It couldn't be helped; even though I kept telling myself to stay calm and maintain an ordinary mindset, Chu Mo was, after all, an ordinary person.
Overnight wealth can be overwhelming, and the fact that I was handling it as well as I was proved my inner strength.
All night, I pondered on what to buy and how to enjoy life, yet also worried about how to explain this to my close friends and family.
It's easy to brush off others, but for my parents, I at least needed to provide a reasonable explanation they could accept!
Chu Mo was woken by the ringing of his cell phone, a call from Tianxia Real Estate. Last night Yang Xuan had given me her best friend's contact.
Because buying a house and car was Chu Mo's top priority, I had already communicated with Manager Zhan from Tianxia Real Estate last night.
We had agreed to meet at Tianxia Real Estate at 9 a.m., and now it was already ten...!
The manager from Tianxia Real Estate, named Zhan Bingxue, was introduced to Chu Mo by my roommate Yang Xuan, who was keen to help, so I didn't want to leave a bad impression.
After answering the phone, I hurriedly apologized, then rushed to the bathroom to wash up. Five minutes later, battle done, when Chu Mo arrived by taxi at the Tianxia Real Estate Huafu Springtime branch, it was already ten fifty.
Making her wait nearly two hours, Chu Mo guessed that his impression in the eyes of Manager Zhan must be terrible.
However, when we finally met, the stunning woman greeted me with such warmth, it almost made me doubt I was late at all.
"Mr. Chu, please have a seat. Xiao Xuan and I are best friends, and since you are her friend, we are friends too. Rest assured, Mr. Chu, I will introduce you to the best properties and help you get the best price," she said.
Tianxia Real Estate is a large brokerage company, and just in the metropolis alone it owns forty-six branches. Zhan Bingxue, the manager of Tianxia Real Estate, directly oversees twelve branches with nearly two hundred employees under her—a truly powerful and influential position.
"Then I'll have to trouble Manager Zhan!"
In the second-floor guest hall, with some red in my eyes, I sat quietly on the soft leather sofa and received a coffee from a beautiful clerk. After saying thanks, my gaze involuntarily drifted towards the woman across from me.
Birds of a feather flock together, and today Chu Mo had seen the truth in that saying.
When speaking to her on the phone last night, all Chu Mo noticed was Manager Zhan's somewhat enchanting voice, with no other particular feelings, but seeing her in person today was truly dazzling.
The woman before me ought to stand around one seventy-five, with a figure both slender and curvaceous, a stature that among women definitely equates to a model's.
Her attire differed from the traditional small suits worn by ordinary clerks; it was youthful and bright. The sleeveless pure white top showcased stunningly fair and delicate collarbones, while her shoulder-length hair, seemingly tinged with burgundy, fell straight and cascading like a waterfall onto her shoulders. A lock of hair perfectly covered the brow, adding a sultry and enchanting allure.
A light purple pleated skirt cinched at the waist highlighted her exquisite curves even more, and her straight, slender legs were as captivating as snow.
Chu Mo's gaze ultimately rested on her tiny, glistening earlobes adorned with conspicuously large earrings.
If roommate Yang Xuan scored a ninety-five, then Zhan Bingxue before me too had a score no less than ninety-four. The only reason she was one point shy of Yang Xuan wasn't because of looks but because her voice didn't carry that astonishing quality that Yang Xuan's did.
"Mr. Chu, shall we go to see the properties now, or have lunch together before we go?" she asked.
It was already eleven o'clock. If we stayed here a bit longer and then headed to a restaurant, it would be just about time for lunch, hence Bingxue's question!
Heading out to eat now would definitely lead to a lunch break, and I'm not sure if we could secure a house in the afternoon. Chu Mo didn't want to waste any time, so he got up and said:
"Manager Zhan, let's not delay any longer and go straight to see the houses. Among the ones you recommended, I've thought it over—the ones in the suburbs are too far away. Also, we won't be looking at the 150-square meter commercial homes in Ming Yue housing community. Can you give me a detailed introduction to the villas in Shui Ling Bay?"
Last night, when they were in contact, Zhan Bingxue had already recommended several options to Chu Mo, including cheap apartments of fifty to sixty square meters in the suburbs, hundred-plus square meter commercial homes in the city, and luxurious villas—essentially covering housing options across all price ranges available in the city.
Naturally, if it had been before, even if they had sold everything, including his parents' coffin, they could have, at most, looked at cheaper homes of a few dozen square meters, and all the money added up would only cover an initial down payment.
Now that he had money, however, Chu Mo had no intentions of selling himself short. If he was going to buy, it definitely had to be the best, so he chose a villa without hesitation.
With the farewell of the branch store manager behind them, the two walked out of the store.
"How did Mr. Chu come?"
The dark red hair shimmered with a faint glow in the sunlight, and Zhan Bingxue, who looked like a fairy descending to earth, smiled as she inquired. The man beside her awkwardly scratched his head, and at this moment, his eyes casually glanced at her wrist but didn't catch sight of the Patek Philippe valued at millions that his girlfriend had mentioned the night before.
Indeed, he was a low-key person.
If Zhan Bingxue hadn't previously learned of his background from her girlfriend, she would never have guessed that the man in cheap street-market clothes was a billionaire worth over ten billion.
"My car is in the parking lot across the street. Would Mr. Chu like to go with me to pick it up, or wait here for a bit and I'll come pick you up?"
"Let's go together, save us the back and forth trouble."
They walked side by side, the high heels with gold fragments embedded in them making a crisp tapping sound as if they were dancing on the apex of the heart. Zhan Bingxue noticed that the tall man beside her had a slight blush on his cheeks.
Definitely not like those flamboyant and rebellious rich second-generations, the man before her seemed more like an uncut jade, low-key, restrained. If she had the chance to refine him, it would certainly be one of the most brag-worthy achievements of her life.
Taking a gentle breath and striving to quell the restlessness in her heart, Zhan Bingxue kept her composure and suddenly said:
"I hear from Xiao Xuan that Mr. Chu's cooking skills are exquisite. Wonder if I'll ever get the chance to taste your craftsmanship?"
"Not at all, it's only up to the level of home cooking. If you don't mind, come over to my place sometime, but don't hold too high expectations!"
A rich second-generation who cooks almost every day… Such a man is truly like searching for a needle in a haystack!
The smile in the corners of her eyes deepened but without delving deeper, Zhan Bingxue changed the topic and said:
"What's the budget in your mind for buying a house, Mr. Chu? Knowing your expectation, I won't have to recommend all kinds of messy properties like I did last night."
Without hesitating and looking quite serious, the man softly said:
"Two requirements, a detached villa, the price must not be less than one billion, preferably move-in ready, and of course, if it's satisfactory, there is no upper limit on the price!"
Her steps abruptly halted, the crisp sound of her high heels suddenly stopping. Zhan Bingxue, who had been full of confidence, unwittingly widened her eyes in shock.
In that moment, Zhan Bingxue suddenly felt that she might have still underestimated the man before her.
Not below a billion, and with no upper limit?
What kind of wealth must one have to speak with such authority?