The Confidence of Wealth

The middle-aged man walked up to Meng Wenzhou, Su Yang, and the others with a beaming smile. "Young Master Meng, you've arrived."

"Mm."

"And this must be the Young Master Su you mentioned?" The middle-aged man turned his gaze to Su Yang.

Su Yang nodded with a smile. "Hey, no need to call me 'Young Master Su.' Just Su Yang is fine. And you are?"

The man replied with a hint of deference, "My surname is Han—Han Fuchun. I'm the sales manager for the Jingyutai project."

Su Yang nodded and glanced at Meng Wenzhou. "Old Meng, is Manager Han the one showing us around today?"

Meng Wenzhou gave a faint smile. "Yeah, he's the one I contacted earlier."

Su Yang then looked at the young woman beside Han Fuchun and asked, "And this is...?"

"Oh, my apologies for not introducing her earlier. This is He Qiuyue, our staff member who will provide detailed explanations during the property viewing later."

He Qiuyue smiled politely at Su Yang. "Hello, Mr. Su."

Su Yang sized her up briefly, his mind quickly activating a command.

—System, scan.

[He Qiuyue, Age: 22]

[Height: 172cm]

[Weight: 55kg]

[Appearance Score: 81]

[Figure Score: 86]

[Relationships: 2, currently in one]

[Intimate Partners: 8]

—Damn, interesting!

Su Yang maintained a neutral expression and smiled faintly.

Han Fuchun gestured for them to follow. "Please, come inside first."

The group followed him into the sales center.

The Jingyutai sales center wasn’t particularly large, but it exuded an air of high-end sophistication, decorated in a modern minimalist style.

Floor-to-ceiling windows surrounded the space, allowing passersby to glimpse the refined interior.

They took their seats in the lounge area, with Pan Ning naturally settling beside Su Yang.

Soon, two elegantly dressed hostesses in slit gowns approached, serving tea on the table before them.

"Thanks." Su Yang took a sip from his cup. "Manager Han, give me a quick rundown."

"Of course!" Han Fuchun pulled out a tablet from his black leather bag and began presenting the various villa styles available in the project.

Su Yang listened attentively, recalling the photos Meng Wenzhou had sent earlier—one of which featured an 875-square-meter unit.

He interrupted Han Fuchun. "Manager Han, correct me if I’m wrong, but you have an 875-square-meter layout, right?"

Han Fuchun smiled. "Yes, Mr. Su. Have you already taken a liking to it?"

Su Yang nodded. "Old Meng showed me some pictures. It looked decent. Just walk me through this one directly."

"Certainly!" Han Fuchun pulled up the details of the 875-square-meter villa on his tablet.

Ten minutes later, Su Yang had a general understanding of the layout.

"Alright, take me to see the show unit. Descriptions can’t compare to seeing it in person."

"Absolutely! The shuttle is already waiting outside."

"Oh? There’s a shuttle?" Su Yang stood and glanced out the window.

A white electric cart stood parked at the entrance.

Han Fuchun explained, "Yes. The Jingyutai villa complex spans about 560,000 square meters, so the grounds are quite expansive. The show unit for the 875-square-meter villa is a bit far from the sales center—the shuttle makes it easier."

"Got it. Let’s go."

As they exited, Meng Wenzhou approached Han Fuchun. "Manager Han, what’s the current price for the 875-square-meter villa? Any discounts?"

Han Fuchun grinned. "Since you referred them, Young Master Meng, there’s naturally a discount. The total would be around 50 million after calculations."

Meng Wenzhou turned to Su Yang. "Price acceptable?"

Su Yang smiled. "More or less. Not an issue."

Truthfully, this was an understatement. At this point, even 50 million—let alone 100 million—wouldn’t make him blink. His wealth only grew the more he spent.

Such was the confidence of having money—no hesitation over the consequences of spending.

"Good. Let’s move."

They boarded the shuttle and arrived at the show unit in minutes.

The 875-square-meter villa was located in a sub-district of Jingyutai called Jingcheng.

The entire villa complex was divided into four zones, each prefixed with "Jing": Jingtai, Jingyue, Jingcheng, and Jingyun.

None were ranked above the others—they simply differed in architectural style, location, and size. The Jingcheng villas, like the one Su Yang was viewing, were all modern in design.

Other zones featured European and traditional Chinese styles.

Jingyutai housed 88 standalone villas, with the rest of the land dedicated to lush greenery and winding roads.

The scenery was breathtaking, with meticulously maintained landscaping.

Jingcheng occupied the eastern section, where villas were built along the mountainside.

From the roadside, one could overlook the city below—a view that evoked a sense of grandeur.

Su Yang stood at the edge, taking in the panorama, feeling invigorated.

[Ding! Detecting host’s current state of enjoyment—reward: 5 million.]

He admired the view with a smile before turning his attention to the villa. It reminded him of a location from a single-player game—GTA5.

The area bore a striking resemblance to the hillside villa owned by Franklin, one of the game’s protagonists.

Following Han Fuchun, they approached the lavish show unit.

He Qiuyue stepped forward to begin the presentation.

"Mr. Su, allow me to guide you. What you see now is the 875-square-meter show villa in Jingcheng. The architectural style here is predominantly modern, with two layouts available—788 square meters and this 875-square-meter one."

Su Yang and the others listened intently, though Pan Ning, having grown up in a villa, remained indifferent, scrolling through her phone. Meng Wenzhou, however, paid close attention despite his familiarity.

He Qiuyue continued, "The 875-square-meter villa spans three floors. Let’s start with the exterior."

Su Yang studied the villa. It was vastly different from Pan Ning’s home.

Hers followed a more conventional design, while Jingcheng’s villas were distinctly avant-garde—sharper angles, bolder lines, and a stronger artistic flair.

From where he stood, the villa’s entrance featured a small paved area, ample for two cars, with a six-step granite staircase leading inside.

The steps are equipped with anti-slip functionality and built-in hidden LED step lights, which automatically illuminate at night, lighting the way home for the esteemed homeowners.

Above the steps stands the front gate of the villa, with a three-meter-wide driveway to its right, allowing vehicles to drive directly into the inner courtyard.

The gate is a full-wood pivot door, nearly four meters tall and about 2.5 meters wide, offering excellent security and privacy.

Su Yang nodded in approval as he took it all in. A house of this caliber was like a palace to him. In the past, he had imagined that a villa might feel too large and impersonal, perhaps even lonely for a single occupant. But now, he couldn’t wait to move in.

He turned to He Qiuyue and asked, "Does this open area by the entrance count as part of the interior floor space?"

He Qiuyue shook her head with a smile. "No, this area is complimentary."

Su Yang nodded. "That’s good. If a friend or two visits, they won’t have to drive inside—very convenient."

"Let’s go in and take a look," she said.

Following He Qiuyue and Han Fuchun through the gate, they pushed open the rotating pivot door and were greeted by the villa’s front courtyard.

The courtyard was spacious, with a cantilevered steel carport at the far right, providing covered parking for two vehicles.

In the middle of the right side stood a steel garage door, leading to the villa’s basement level for parking.

This villa offered an abundance of parking spaces—clearly, the developer, Nanyang, had anticipated that buyers of such properties would own multiple cars. Parking accommodations were thoughtfully integrated throughout the property.

The basement garage alone had four spaces, not to mention the two at the entrance and another two in the courtyard.

To the left of the courtyard lay a charming small garden, its lawn adorned with a flagstone path leading to the backyard.

Directly ahead, in the center of the courtyard, stood the villa’s main entrance.

After introducing the courtyard, He Qiuyue gestured toward the door with a bright smile. "Everyone, let’s step inside."

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