Yuan Mountain Villa

Zhang Hao got dressed after agreeing on a time. "Mi Feng, I'll get on it now. Is there anything else you need?" He found it strange how he felt about the computer as if it were a person, completely won over by just two transactions.

"Get on it! The sooner the better!"

And so, in just over half a month, Zhang Hao opened five securities accounts and an options trading account. Of course, he didn't understand any of it. The only thing he understood was checking the account balance. In just half a month, his funds had skyrocketed to over twenty million under Mi Feng's operation.

At the end of the month, Zhang Hao stared blankly at his account.

Ninety million!

This was after deducting his principal, meaning he had nearly thirty million in just one month!

It was terrifying. Zhang Hao didn't even know how he'd gotten through the month. Every day, watching the rapidly increasing account balance, he didn't know what to do.

In just one month, Zhang Hao felt financially free. Thirty million! As an ordinary person, he had never imagined making money like this.

The world was too crazy!

Zhang Hao spent his days pondering how to spend money, but unfortunately, he had no concept of spending. His thrifty habits, cultivated since childhood, meant he didn't know how to splurge. He always believed that having enough to eat and use was sufficient, and there was no need for extravagance. He only smoked Zhongnanhai cigarettes, drank at most two liang of baijiu, half a bottle of red wine, and got dizzy after two bottles of beer. He had other hobbies too, like painting oil paintings. His skill was average, but he enjoyed it. He also liked playing the guitar in his free time. These weren't extravagant pursuits, nor could they be.

This month, however, Zhang Hao hadn't taken on any design work. After finishing his previous projects, he no longer wanted to take on any more. His daily pleasure now was opening his account, watching the money surge, and chatting with Mi Feng. It had become his most enjoyable pastime.

Zhang Hao felt like he was making money by lying down. Every day, he'd open his account and start counting zeros, watching the funds grow rapidly. That excitement was truly addictive.

The funds doubled again quickly. In less than ten trading days, they doubled to over two hundred million!

And as the funds grew wildly, the client managers at various securities companies began fawning over Zhang Hao. They called daily to check in, a stark contrast to their lukewarm service before.

Over two hundred million, with over sixty million belonging to Zhang Hao. As time went on, Zhang Hao became somewhat numb.

When the funds surged to over five hundred million, in less than two months, most of it came from futures accounts. That day, Zhang Hao stared blankly at the computer screen. He felt a deep sense of unease because there was too much money – over five hundred million! The money felt a bit hot to handle, even though it was earned legitimately. The amount was simply too large.

Zhang Hao muttered to himself, "So much money... how will I spend it!"

A line of text appeared on the screen, floating with a soft typing sound.

Step Two... Spend Money!

Holy crap!

Zhang Hao remembered that Mi Feng had outlined a plan, with the first step being to make money. Now, there was a second step: spending money.

Immediately after, an image appeared on the screen.

Yuan Mountain Villa!

Zhang Hao was very familiar with this villa complex. It wasn't far from his current home and was definitely one of the best villa complexes in Ning City, with exorbitant prices that ordinary people couldn't afford.

Zhang Hao had never considered buying a villa. He said, "Yuan Mountain Villa... My God, how much would that cost?" He had no idea about the price of villas and had never paid attention to them.

Eighty-six million! The best detached villa, and it hadn't been sold yet!

Next, two words floated onto the screen.

Cheap!

Zhang Hao looked at the screen speechlessly. When did eighty-six million become cheap?

"Buy it!"

Zhang Hao calculated. With five hundred million in funds, his share was thirty percent, which was about one hundred and fifty million. He could afford it. He said, "Alright, alright, I'll buy it!"

As if knowing what Zhang Hao was thinking, another line of text appeared on the screen.

We'll pay for this together, still seven to three!

Huh?

Zhang Hao was stunned. How was this calculated? After all, if a villa was purchased, he would be the one living in it, not Mi Feng, whose appearance he didn't even know.

Given Zhang Hao's personality, he was unwilling to take advantage of others. He said, "You're not living there, so just use my share."

"Too much talking!"

"Stop babbling, just buy it!"

Zhang Hao's forehead was covered in black lines. Immediately, the money from his account was transferred to his bank account, meaning eighty-six million was added to Zhang Hao's bank card.

Going out in the summer, Zhang Hao wore shorts and a blue T-shirt, carrying his phone, ID, and bank card, shuffling along in a pair of slippers as he walked out the door.

The weather wasn't too hot. A morning rain had washed away the heat, and the cicadas' hoarse chirping on the trees signaled the sweltering heat of midsummer.

He ambled along the relatively short distance, not bothering to take a taxi, and leisurely arrived at the Yuan Mountain Villa sales office.

The sales office was extremely quiet, with only two prospective buyers. The other six or seven saleswomen stood around bored. Zhang Hao pushed the door open, and a blast of cool air hit him. The entire sales hall was refreshingly cool and comfortable.

The saleswomen all looked at Zhang Hao at the same time. Then, almost all their gazes shifted. Based on their extensive experience, they could tell at a glance that he was just browsing or looking to escape the heat.

Indeed, Zhang Hao was too inconspicuous, especially in his shorts and sloppily worn slippers, shuffling in. He didn't look like someone buying a house at all.

Actually, Zhang Hao wasn't bad-looking. He had delicate features and was about 1.8 meters tall, but his attire was terrible. His shorts were camouflage, making him only slightly better than a construction worker.

After a casual glance around, Zhang Hao waved and said, "Buying a house!"

With just those words, the two people looking at the model turned their heads. Then, a smile appeared on their faces. This person was interesting. He didn't even say he wanted to view a house, just "buying a house" in two words! Did he think this was like buying groceries?

When Zhang Hao spoke, the saleswomen couldn't ignore him. A woman who looked like a manager, in her thirties, immediately walked over with a professional smile.

"Hello!"

Zhang Hao nodded. "Hello, I'm here to buy a house." He couldn't be bothered to say more. It was just about buying a house, and he knew exactly which villa he wanted.

The sales manager showed a hint of surprise. She had never seen a customer like this before. "May I introduce you to Yuan Mountain Villa..."

Zhang Hao said, "No need for an introduction. I want to buy Villa A, Unit 1!"

The sales manager was startled, stammering a bit. "This... this is the best villa in our Yuan Mountain Villa complex, and it's the model home..."

Zhang Hao frowned. "Can't I buy it?"