The two consultants led Shen Yi out of the sales office.
A security guard drove over in a small cart, and the three of them boarded the sightseeing vehicle, heading toward the second-phase development, Lakeside Manor.
Along the way, the consultants pointed out the surrounding scenery, highlighting the amenities—commercial districts, hospitals, and shopping centers.
Before long, the cart twisted and turned along narrow paths before coming to a stop.
Shen Yi followed the two inside.
As soon as he stepped in, he was greeted by towering ancient trees, lush and dense.
The old tree stretched its flourishing branches, casting cool shade. Though it was late autumn and a few withered leaves had fallen, the scene only added to its charm.
Shen Yi took an instant liking to the place and walked over to touch the gnarled, cracked trunk.
The male consultant stood nearby with a smile and explained,
"This one is a registered ancient tree with an electronic ID. If it weren’t for the risks and difficulties of transplanting, it probably wouldn’t still be here."
"It’s quite old, so if you choose this property, you mustn’t damage or cut it down."
Shen Yi patted the trunk and replied with a laugh,
"I know. Cutting it down would count as environmental destruction—punishable by three to seven years in prison, plus fines."
"Let’s go inside and take a look."
"Mr. Shen is very knowledgeable. Right this way."
After the lighthearted exchange, the two led him further in.
The 355-square-meter space didn’t seem excessive, but it was undeniably spacious.
The villa had a complex layout—three main floors with five bedrooms and two living rooms, not even counting the nursery or maid’s quarters.
For most families, this would be far too large; two or three people living here might even feel unnerved by the emptiness.
But for Shen Yi’s current situation, it was perfect. In the near future, Fu Nanzhi, Shu Yunyi, and Cheng Jun would all move in.
Four people might still leave the place feeling roomy, but considering long-term plans—like having children—it was just right.
The backyard featured an artificial hill with a koi pond, alongside a grassy garden—ideal for adults to relax and chat while children played.
After touring the entire property, Shen Yi was already sold.
"Alright, let’s go back."
But satisfaction alone wasn’t enough—he still needed to check the price.
Not one to overthink, he turned to the two consultants, and the three returned to the sales office to crunch the numbers.
Back in the lounge, the male consultant sat across from Shen Yi with pen and paper, while the female consultant took a seat beside him.
Dressed in a professional skirt suit, her subtle perfume drifted insistently into Shen Yi’s nose.
As the male consultant calculated, the woman leaned in to explain, her glossy manicured nails flickering in his vision.
Uncomfortable, Shen Yi shifted slightly toward the male consultant’s side.
He saw right through her intentions but chose not to call her out, simply keeping a polite distance.
Once the calculations were done, the final price stunned Shen Yi, even though he’d braced himself.
At 355 square meters and roughly 50,000 yuan per square meter, the total came to a staggering 18 million yuan.
Fu Nanzhi’s Lakeside No. 114 had cost only about 20,000 yuan per square meter when her parents bought it over a decade ago—hardly a fair comparison.
But given that prices had only doubled in ten years, and considering the prime location, this wasn’t unreasonable.
Without much deliberation, Shen Yi waved his hand and decided to place the deposit.
This was how he always shopped—and he genuinely loved this property. The interior design was tasteful, the location convenient.
Best of all, it was move-in ready. The developer maintained and cleaned every unit monthly, leaving no trace of dust or neglect.
If he wanted, he could move in the same night after completing the paperwork.
As for appliances or furniture, anything unsatisfactory could be replaced later—he’d leave that to Fu Nanzhi and the others.
Hearing his decision, the consultants brightened, their enthusiasm doubling.
A sale like this meant hefty commissions—sometimes a month’s work couldn’t compare.
High-value property deals often dragged on, with clients hesitating and revisiting endlessly.
A decisive buyer like Shen Yi was rare, so their excitement was understandable.
Regarding payment, developers usually encouraged loans—beneficial for both parties, as mortgages allowed buyers to leverage bank funds.
But Shen Yi had no need for financing. He opted for a full cash payment.
Loans delayed possession; developers typically waited 15 business days after the bank confirmed repayment before handing over the keys. With cash, there were no such delays.
Soon, a stack of purchase contracts was printed, thick enough to resemble a small book.
Three copies, dense with legalese—but all Shen Yi had to do was sign. The consultants handled the rest.
After signing, the documents needed filing at the property bureau to finalize the process.
Stepping out of the sales office and into his car, Shen Yi checked the time—just past 3 p.m.
He tossed the contracts onto the dashboard and drove off, leaving the bowing consultants behind.
Buying a multi-million-yuan property in under three hours—aside from paperwork, it hadn’t been much more complicated than grocery shopping.
According to the consultants, since it was a ready-built unit and he’d pressed for urgency,
the handover could happen as soon as tomorrow or the day after, pending smooth processing. They’d confirm by phone.
With the house settled, a weight lifted, Shen Yi headed home.
After touring the grand villa, returning to his modest apartment felt like stepping into a hovel—enough to inspire an essay on the virtues of humble dwellings.
Sitting down, he noticed evening approaching and decided to edit the memories saved from his simulations.
"Simulator, activate!"
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
