The Sensation Caused by Selling the House

Night arrived quickly.

At five o'clock, Liu Meng called.

"Mr. Zhang, there's progress on the matter," Liu Meng said with a smile.

"What is it?" Zhang Han raised his brow. He was somewhat surprised that there had been progress so quickly. It seemed Liu Meng had some connections in the Lands Department.

"Let me explain the conditions first. See whether you can accept them. If you can, then I'll give you the details," Liu Meng said.

"Mm."

"First, you can only lease it for one to three years. The land may be requisitioned in the third year, and when that happens, you must comply unconditionally. There are also numerous restrictions on using New Moon Mountain, which I'll get to later. As for the lease fee, under normal circumstances, someone like you would have to pay at least twenty million a year. But you're Anna's friend, so I'll do her a favor. Give me two million, and after I pull some strings, I can get the price down to ten million per year," Liu Meng said bluntly.

"Fine." Zhang Han agreed without hesitation.

"Good! Then let me tell you about the restrictions on leasing New Moon Mountain..." Liu Meng launched into a lengthy explanation.

Zhang Han listened quietly. He listened for a full five minutes, which showed just how extensive the restrictions were.

Simply put, you could not touch anything on New Moon Mountain. For ten million a year, you could plant things in a small area and go hiking.

After all, this was a lease, not a bid. If it were put out to bid, the price would be far higher. The luxury residences along New Moon Bay were each worth over a billion, and land in an even better location like New Moon Mountain was frighteningly expensive.

If it were anyone else, they definitely would not have accepted such lease terms. Yet Zhang Han merely nodded faintly and uttered two words:

"Fine."

At the same time, a trace of cold indifference flickered in Zhang Han's eyes.

Couldn't touch it? Restrictions? What fucking nonsense!

Zhang Han simply lacked the strength right now. If he had attained the Innate Realm, would he need to care about any of this? He would have simply claimed the mountain as his own!

But for now, he had to behave himself. Keeping quiet while making a fortune was the right path.

When it came to quietly making a fortune, Zhang Han had mastered it to perfection. After entering the Cultivation World, he spent five hundred years treasure hunting. Before he reached the Tribulation Crossing stage, no one even knew what Immortal Lord Hanyang was. Yet after he reached the peak of Tribulation Crossing, within just a few years, Immortal Lord Hanyang's name resounded throughout all the heavens and myriad worlds!

Back to the point. Upon hearing Zhang Han agree, Liu Meng's expression brightened with delight.

"Then transfer two million to me later. We can sign the contract tomorrow."

He truly did need to pull some strings with the two million, but in the end, he could still pocket twenty percent for himself.

"Tomorrow won't work. I have something to do. It's Monday today—how about I contact you before Friday?" Zhang Han said.

"All right, I'll wait for your news." Liu Meng froze for a moment, his tone dropping several degrees. He hung up after that, thinking Zhang Han might not lease it after all. With all those restrictions, there was hardly any difference between leasing it and not leasing it.

As for Zhang Han, the reason he refused was because... he had no money.

He was truly broke at the moment. There was only 1.6 million in his bank card, nowhere near enough.

But it was fine. Zhang Han had already thought of a plan.

That was—sell the apartment and lease the mountain!

That was right. The only funds Zhang Han could use now were the proceeds from selling his apartment.

During the day, he had found the housing prices in Milan Community, comprehensive photos of the apartment, and the contact information for real estate agencies. All he had been waiting for was Liu Meng's news that night.

Seven years ago, Zhang Han had bought this apartment for fifteen million. Over those seven years, housing prices throughout Huaguo had risen, especially in major cities, where prices had skyrocketed.

However, Zhukeng District, where Zhang Han lived, had already been highly developed seven years ago, and housing prices had been high even then. The increase now was actually not that great; it had not multiplied several times over like in newly developed districts.

Even so, unfinished apartments of this layout in the community sold for twenty million. Add in the three million Zhang Han had spent on renovations, and it was worth twenty-three million.

But Zhang Han had no intention of selling it for that much. Just as he had done with the Ferrari, he directly posted comprehensive photos on a website and listed it for eighteen million, emphasizing that the three million worth of renovations and furniture would all be included for free.

Everyone who worked in Hong Kong knew that it was paradise for the rich and hell for workers.

The pace of life for wage earners was absurdly fast. They all carried the mindset that if they did not work hard, others would surpass them, and everyone pushed themselves to work harder, harder still.

So when Zhang Han posted the listing, employees at nearly every real estate agency around Zhukeng spotted it.

"Manager! Manager! Come quick, something's happened!"

Almost everyone who found it shouted those words immediately.

When the managers came over and saw the listing, they all said roughly the same thing:

"Quick, quick, quick! Call him!"

Thus, less than two minutes after Zhang Han posted the listing, a stream of calls came flooding in!

After taking more than a dozen calls in a row, all from people who wanted to come view the apartment later, Zhang Han felt that was enough. He declined the next incoming call, turned off his phone, and removed the listing from the website.

The apartment immediately became quiet again. But unbeknownst to him, a few minutes after Zhang Han turned off his phone, at Ziyan's home in Cloud Sound Garden—

"Mengmeng, your daddy's phone is off. How about we call him again tomorrow?" Ziyan said helplessly as she put down her phone.

Mengmeng had been eagerly anticipating a call with her daddy, her clear eyes sparkling with joy. Yet she had been doused with cold water instead, and the Little Princess was instantly aggrieved.

"Bad Daddy! Does he not want to talk to Mengmeng? I don't like him anymore, bad Daddy..." Mengmeng began crying and fussing.

Ziyan had initially wanted to use the opportunity to scold Zhang Han a little and make Mengmeng less dependent on him. But seeing Mengmeng's pitiful appearance, she instead began speaking up for Zhang Han.

"Maybe your daddy is busy, Mengmeng. He definitely misses you too. Didn't he say he would build you a paradise? Maybe he's busy with that right now. The next time you see him, your daddy will take you to the paradise."

"R-Really?" Mengmeng stopped crying, her heart filled with anticipation for the paradise her daddy had promised.

"Really." Ziyan suppressed a laugh and spoke with a perfectly serious expression.

Hmph! You blockhead, let's see you sweet-talk your way out of this! Let's see you keep fooling children! Let's see you keep bragging! Next time we meet, I'll see how you explain your lies away!

Little did she know that Zhang Han really was working toward creating Mengmeng's paradise beyond the world. Selling the house at a low price was also so he could settle this matter as soon as possible and get settled down earlier. Only then could he properly give his daughter his unique Zhang's Education.

As Immortal Lord Hanyang's daughter, how could she possibly be ordinary? First, he would set a small goal: raise her into the most formidable little witch on Earth.

At that moment, Zhang Han's home in Milan Community had already received its first wave of agents.

Only ten minutes had passed. It had to be said that the agents in this area worked with remarkable efficiency.

The first group consisted of three people—one man and two women. The man was an agency manager, while the two women were the ones who had spotted Zhang Han's listing and arranged to view the property.

"Wow, it really looks exactly like the photos."

One of the women, who wore her hair in a ponytail, exclaimed in amazement.

The renovations and furnishings had cost three million. Though that was nothing compared to the truly wealthy in Hong Kong, it was still far better than the average household and could be considered upper-class.

"Not bad at all!" The manager walked around the place, nodded in satisfaction, and said, "Mr. Zhang, forgive my bluntness, but your home could sell for at least twenty-two million right now. Are you really sure you want to sell it for eighteen million?"

"Yes." Zhang Han nodded calmly and replied in an unconcerned tone, "I just want to sell it quickly."

Seeing Zhang Han confirm it, the manager's face lit up with delight. "Mr. Zhang, may I see your ID and proof of property ownership?"

"They're on the table. Take a look yourself." Zhang Han had prepared them long ago and pointed at the coffee table in the living room.

The manager hurried over to check. After confirming the information, excitement appeared on his face. "Please excuse me. I need to contact my superior."

His superior was the regional manager of his agency in Wong Chuk Hang. Any fool could see the business opportunity in this property. If they bought it and resold it, they could make a net profit of over four million!

The manager even wanted to make the decision on the spot and buy the place himself, but unfortunately, he simply did not have eighteen million.

Not every manager had the luck of the one who had bought Zhang Han's Ferrari.

The manager went into the second bedroom to make a call. Before the open door, another group of visitors arrived.

This time, there were two men: one middle-aged man in his thirties and another who looked to be in his early twenties. When they saw that someone had gotten there first, their expressions changed slightly. They quickly stepped forward to greet Zhang Han.

How did they know who Mr. Zhang was?

Because agency employees, regardless of gender, all wore formal attire, which gave clients a sense of security.

After the first group inside saw the newcomers, hostility flashed in their eyes. The two newcomers were no pushovers either, glaring back without the slightest restraint. For a moment, the room was thick with killing intent.

But business came first. After several seconds of exchanging murderous looks, the two men also approached Zhang Han to handle the matter.

Their actions were much the same as the previous manager's. Once they confirmed the information, they immediately called their superior.

And so, over the next hour, Zhang Han became thoroughly busy as more than a dozen groups of agency staff arrived one after another.

However, they were all quite professional. Before entering, each put on a brand-new pair of shoe covers, so the house did not become dirty despite the number of visitors.

Originally, eighty percent of the managers wanted to make the decision and buy it outright, but Zhang Han gave no definite answer. Instead, he told them that he would deal with whichever side could complete the transaction fastest.

The normal process for a property sale took a month, but some agency owners had deep connections and could push the complicated procedures through quickly—the so-called cutting in line.

It was not until ten o'clock that night that Zhang Han turned on his phone. To his surprise, he received another three calls within half an hour.

What they said was roughly the same: Zhang Han only needed to show up for one morning at the secondhand property transaction center to sign the paperwork, and the money would be released that same day. The agency would handle everything else.

So Zhang Han told them that he would make the deal with whoever arrived earliest the next day. After all, he could not tell who was who anyway.