Before noon, western outskirts.
Hai Ge Villa Garden, Building 6.
In the first-floor living room, Old Lady Yang and Yang Zhaofen stared at Dong Xuebin in shock. His words, "It's my home now," had left Yang Zhaojuan utterly speechless. No one had expected things to turn out this way. When the saleswoman appeared, Yang Zhaojuan and the others had thought Luan Xiaoping and her son were trying to fool them, using a house that did not belong to them to brush them off. But who could have imagined that, the very next second, Luan Xiaoping's son would write out a check for nearly twenty million without even blinking and toss it over, buying this outrageously expensive villa over a single spiteful remark!
That was twenty million! The Power of Time and Wealth 615
Money Yang Zhaojuan could not earn in ten lifetimes!
Words could no longer describe how Yang Zhaojuan and the others felt. Only one stunned question remained in their minds: Just how much money did Luan Xiaoping's family have?
The scene fell deathly silent. A pin drop would have been audible.
One second...
Two seconds...
Three seconds...
Only then did the saleswoman come back to her senses. Somewhat dazed, she quickly lowered her eyes to inspect the check. There was no problem with it, and her face immediately broke into a broad smile. She knew she had encountered a truly ruthless person—someone who had barely looked at the house before deciding to buy it. That was simply too domineering!
What did it mean to be rich?
This was what it fucking meant to be rich!
"What's wrong?" Dong Xuebin looked at the saleswoman. "Is the check good?"
"Yes, yes. It's good," the saleswoman said enthusiastically. "Sir, I'll handle the paperwork for you right away."
"The paperwork can wait.