Jiang Yuanzheng was no fool.
He suspected Qi Meishao was deceiving him.
Qi Meishao hurriedly rose to her feet, moved close to Jiang Yuanzheng, pulled out her phone, and showed him a document.
The title of the document read: "California Villa Estate Transfer and Gift Plan."
It contained information on the villa's location, land area, floor area, construction date, property ownership, transaction records... and more.
At the end, the transferee field was clearly filled in with the three words: "Jiang Yuanzheng."
The document's descriptions of every part of the villa were accompanied by a great many pictures.
There was an outdoor swimming pool with shimmering water, distant rolling green mountains in the background, and a bikini-clad beauty doing the backstroke within it;
There was a private golf course with soft green grass trimmed neat and clean, golf holes, carts, and leisure areas;
There was a solemn yet elegant, grand electronic front gate, with a cement road outside it so spotless it looked like a stairway to heaven;
And there were all kinds of interior pictures: an enormous living room, vast enough to be called sprawling; a large indoor gym packed with every kind of exercise equipment; an esports room with more than a dozen computers, flight simulators, and cycling simulators; as well as a sauna, basketball court, tennis court, screening room, art exhibition room...
Jiang Yuanzheng's heart began to race as he looked at those exquisite pictures.
Why the hell were these martial arts people even fighting!?
Look! Just look at yourselves! Look at the life Lu Chengwen was living!
With a life like that, who would still fight? Fight your mother!
Wouldn't it be better to make money and live well!? Wouldn't that be nice!? Fighting and killing all day... only paupers and idiots did that!
Jiang Yuanzheng had