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Step through the rustic entrance gate and into the south-facing courtyard.

The courtyard house has three entrances and three exits.

Stepping through the front garden gate, passing through the covered walkway and octagonal pavilion, and onto the paved flower floor made by the old craftsmen of the Fragrant Hills Guild, the water features of the mansion come into view.

With its mountains, waters, courtyards, and koi carp swimming in clear waters, it truly is a world unto itself.

Zhang Yang stood in the octagonal pavilion, admiring the pond, feeling the gentle breeze, and experiencing the joy of wealthy merchants in ancient times.

To be honest, it really resonated with me.

He admitted that standing in the river-view penthouse and looking down gave him a sense of being high above the world, but the beauty of the traditional Chinese gardens, which has been passed down for thousands of years, brought him a sense of wonder that was deep in his bones.

Traditional luxury homes are all the same, but those that truly capture the essence and charm of a pure Chinese style are few and far between.

He could already imagine owning such a grand mansion in the future, where he could cultivate his mind and body, and enjoy the feeling of being surrounded by mountains and rivers.

It's really addictive.

"Look, a giant koi!" Xiang Xiaotian leaned out from beside the pavilion to look at the rippling blue pond.

In the pond, colorful koi carp scatter in all directions, exuding an indescribable vitality.

"Living here is truly enjoyable." Dong Yaru took a deep breath, savoring the subtle waves of awe that washed over her.

Although his family home is one of the most well-known establishments in Hangzhou, Wulin No. 1.

But ever since I entered this Chinese-style courtyard, the subtle details of traditional Chinese aesthetics, the way the landscape is created and the emphasis on artistic conception, completely outshine any decoration that claims to be luxurious or high-end.

It's like having a white moonlight in your heart; no matter how good everything else is, it seems to lack something.

Passing through the main courtyard, we entered the house, which was still in its unfinished stage.

The ground floor includes an entrance hall, tea room, side hall, living room, dining room, as well as a kitchen, maid's room, driver's room, etc.

The basement is a whopping 500 square meters, which is ridiculously large.

In the future, it could be used as a swimming pool, wine cellar, home theater, gym, etc.

As Zhang Yang looked at it, he also felt a pang of regret.

While Chinese-style mansions are beautiful, truly reflecting style and taste requires a significant investment. After all, you need to create a harmonious and tasteful space; you can't just end up with a hodgepodge of styles.

Therefore, things like complete sets of rosewood relief furniture and decorations, golden nanmu wood display stands, jade staircases...

All these various expenses could potentially buy another courtyard house.

"Forget it, I have to spend what I need to spend. Money can always come back," Zhang Yang thought to himself.

Unbeknownst to him, he had already planned to take over the courtyard house.

This is a courtyard house covering three acres.

Within the entire Peach Blossom Spring project, there is also a traditional Chinese courtyard house covering an area of six acres, with 900 square meters above ground and 600 square meters underground.

That set costs 130 million.

"Mr. Zhang, what do you think of this set?" Wen Ting asked expectantly from the side.

"Oh right, isn't there another set? Take me to see it too." Zhang Yang didn't give a direct answer whether it was good or bad, just mentioned it casually.

"Okay, this way please." Wen Ting quickly led the way.

A moment later, in another large house covering six acres, everything was an enlarged version.

Within the courtyard, which occupies half the area of a football field, the awe and beauty are doubled.

For example, in the front yard, there are more than a hundred pine trees, podocarpus trees, and various potted green plants.

Inside the main courtyard, there are blue bricks and gray tiles, waterside pavilions, hexagonal pavilions, square pavilions, Suzhou-style corridors, winding bridges, arched bridges, and artificial hills. Even the pond has hundreds of koi carp.

That courtyard house, which covered three acres, was already quite impressive.

But standing inside this courtyard house, which was twice the size of the original, Zhang Yang finally understood what a true mansion was.

Similarly, the main residence, with 900 square meters above ground and 600 square meters underground, completely surpasses the previous one.

In addition to the original layout, this floor has three restaurants, as well as guest rooms and a laundry room, and everything else you could need.

With 600 square meters of underground space, you could probably add a few more saunas and agate baths...

It's... really huge...

You'd be embarrassed to live in a house like this if you didn't have seven or eight concubines.

The backyard is also a hidden gem.

The pavilion, ancient trees, water features, and lotus pond are all present, and several large banana trees stand out prominently.

Imagine sitting in a four-cornered pavilion on a rainy day, enjoying the beautiful scenery of rain pattering on banana leaves and misty rain. The charm of the Jiangnan landscape is instantly brought to life.

Let alone Zhang Yang.

Xiang Xiaotian and her mother, Dong Yuru, were both a little too weak to walk.

"Brother Zhang, are you really planning to... buy this place?" Xiang Xiaotian approached Zhang Yang and asked in a low voice.

She was aware of Zhang Yang's financial resources.

He wears watches worth tens of millions on his wrist, makes investments worth tens of millions on a whim, and lives in COFCO Seaview No. 1 in Magic City worth over 100 million.

However, after seeing this courtyard house in person and experiencing its breathtaking beauty firsthand, I realized that Zhang Yang might actually be able to acquire this large courtyard house worth several hundred million yuan, and then soon live in such a dreamlike Chinese garden mansion.

She felt a dreamlike awe.

Perhaps because she had been involved, the shock was even more profound.

No one else could hear their conversation.

To outsiders, they appeared to be merely whispering and exchanging pleasantries.

The saleswoman, Wen Ting, still had a slight smile on her face, holding her folder, An An waited quietly to the side.

Dong Yuru couldn't help but take out her phone to record the scene before her, planning to go back and share with her husband what a true Chinese-style luxury home is all about.

Stop talking about large, single-level apartments all the time.

"Hey, there's a message in the group." Dong Yuru suddenly saw that someone had replied to a message in the Wulin No. 1 owners' group.

Not long ago, she had asked in the group chat on Zhang Yang's behalf to see if any homeowners were interested in selling their houses.

"Central area, 319 square meters, less than 40 million, this is good!" Dong Yuru's eyes lit up. Based on her understanding, she felt this was a very cost-effective house.

Thinking this, she glanced at Zhang Yang's back and walked up to him.

"Xiao Zhang, Auntie has something to tell you." Dong Yuru stepped forward and pulled Zhang Yang aside, giving him a hint.

"Auntie, what's the matter?" Zhang Yang nodded and followed Dong Yuru to the side.

"It's like this, there are indeed some owners in our owners' group who are planning to sell their houses, and the prices are quite reasonable. Take a look," Dong Yuru said, taking out her phone to show Zhang Yang what she had to say.

Zhang Yang glanced at it and smiled.

"Auntie, no need."

"No need?" Dong Yuru asked, puzzled.

"Auntie, I like this place more and I want to buy it," Zhang Yang said frankly.

"You want to buy this place?" Dong Yuru's expression froze, and she couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, her expression suddenly losing control.

Zhang Yang waved to Wen Ting.

"Mr. Zhang." Not far away, Wen Ting, who had been seemingly quiet but actually listening intently, was overjoyed upon seeing this and quickly ran over. "You..."

Zhang Yang glanced at Wen Ting's seemingly restrained but actually flushed face, and burst out laughing.

"This is the one, I'll buy it."

With a thud, the folder in Wen Ting's hand fell to the ground.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Zhang, I'm just too... I'm just too excited." Wen Ting's true emotions were revealed as she quickly bent down to pick up the folder.

Zhang Yang was used to this and understood her loss of composure.

They can make a fortune selling this.

"Xiao... Xiao Zhang." Dong Yuru stepped forward, her expression a mixture of excitement and complexity.

For the first time, she lacked confidence as an elder. Her naturalness just now was somewhat replaced by a hint of restraint.

A Chinese-style luxury mansion worth over 100 million yuan.

Just now, Xiao Zhang actually said he wanted to buy it?

Although their family is a top shareholder in a five-star hotel worth nearly a billion yuan, it's simply a pipe dream for them to use their annual dividends, savings, and working capital to buy a luxury mansion worth over a hundred million yuan.

The difficulty is roughly equivalent to an average person buying a car suddenly wanting to buy a Mercedes E-Class.

Saying they don't care about the man's family background is debatable. To be able to casually buy such a luxury house requires financial resources that are beyond their reach.

With such limited resources, if someone is interested in their daughter, and yet their family keeps making excuses, aren't they just ungrateful?

Thinking about it, her face felt a little hot.

"Auntie, I hope you can give your blessing to Xiao Tian and me." Zhang Yang looked at his mother's expression and immediately understood what was going on.

He casually squeezed Xiang Xiaotian's hand gently, giving her a subtle hint.

"Yes, Mom, I have to have Zhang Yang. I've thought it through. Even if Dad tries to stop me, I won't care. At worst, we'll elope. Zhang Yang can support me." Xiang Xiaotian suddenly felt confident.

Wen Ting, a saleswoman standing nearby, looked at the scene before her with disbelief.

Such a perfect male god.

Not only is he handsome and has a great temperament, but he also buys a courtyard house worth over 100 million yuan.

What kind of family do you come from? Do you really think you're princesses? All this fuss and excuses, are you out of your mind?

"You... you..." Dong Yaru looked at the perfectly matched couple in front of her, took a deep breath, smiled, and said softly, "Xiao Zhang, you know, Auntie has always supported you. As for Uncle, that's not what he meant either. Don't worry, I'll talk to him there."

She practically patted her chest in assurance.

Xiang Xiaotian was immediately relieved.

"Mom, I know, you're the best to me." She stepped forward and hugged her mother's arm. "I told you long ago, Zhang Yang is very outstanding, but Dad wouldn't listen. To be frank, it's him who's arrogant, not the others."

"Don't talk about your father like that," Dong Yaru sighed, then glanced at Zhang Yang's expression.

Now she's starting to pay more attention to her words and actions.

She was afraid of doing or saying something wrong and leaving a bad impression on her future wealthy husband.

A moment later, the group walked out of the large courtyard and headed to the sales office.

Zhang Yang and Xiang Xiaotian walked behind.

"You've completely cut off your own escape route," Zhang Yang said, glancing at Xiang Xiaotian leaning against him.

To put it bluntly, Xiang Xiaotian went too far.

Xiang Xiaotian is playing such a big game, but Zhang Yang isn't responsible for it. After all, he had already asked beforehand that he was only responsible for helping out.

"Brother Zhang, how can you be so heartless as to let me... Humph, even cats and dogs have feelings." Xiang Xiaotian looked up at him with her small face upturned, her eyes watery, looking pitiful and begging to be adopted.

"You think you can just tease a kitten or puppy as you please? Are you a kitten or puppy?" Zhang Yang looked at him with a half-smile.

"Ugh... I..." Xiang Xiaotian's voice trembled as she felt Zhang Yang's outstretched claws. Her body went limp, and she felt like she was about to collapse.

"I do."

Xiang Xiaotian's voice was very soft.

"What?" Zhang Yang thought he had misheard, and even his exploratory hand paused slightly.

"I'm willing to be Zhang Yang's little cat or dog." Xiang Xiaotian's voice was even softer, and her face turned even redder.

But this time, Zhang Yang heard it clearly.

No way.

This genuine, wealthy, and beautiful woman was acting so obedient and submissive in front of him, like a little kitten or puppy.

Is my charm really that great?

Suppressing the burning desire in his heart, Zhang Yang took a small breath and hugged Xiang Xiaotian.

Have some ambition, stop acting like a kitten or a puppy.

"But... but I just want to..." Xiang Xiaotian hugged Zhang Yang, her voice slightly coquettish.

"We'll talk about it later." Zhang Yang was getting a little too comfortable being snuggled up in Xiang Xiaotian's arms, so he casually collected some interest and walked straight ahead.

A moment later, in the sales office rest area of Peach Blossom Spring.

A few cups of fine Longjing tea.

Wen Ting squatted down beside Zhang Yang's legs, her tight-fitting short skirt taut over her hips.

"Mr. Zhang, these places require your signature." She extended her slender, white fingers and softly tapped the paper.

Zhang Yang transformed into a signing machine, quickly completing the house purchase contract as required.

"Let's go, I'll pay in full." He stood up.

Such Chinese-style luxury homes are becoming increasingly rare, and with only two remaining, there are naturally no special offers or discounts available.

However, there are no official promotional offers.

Wen Ting's personal belongings do have special gifts that can be included.

"Mr. Zhang, thank you for your support of my work. Are you free tonight? I'd like to invite you to dinner," Wen Ting said, mustering her courage.

"A meal? I might not be free for a meal." Zhang Yang waited for the purchase invoice while glancing at the beautiful and sophisticated saleswoman in front of him. "After the meal, or even later, I don't have any plans. Can you come?"

"Yes... yes, that's fine," Wen Ting said shyly, her eyes lowered.

"Okay, I'll contact you later," Zhang Yang said with a smile, taking the house purchase invoice.

A short while later, Zhang Yang returned to the rest area with the bag of purchase documents.

Xiang Xiaotian and her mother Dong Yuru both stood up immediately, as if they were welcoming her.

"Auntie, I've got it done." Zhang Yang waved the file bag in his hand.

The total purchase price of 130 million yuan, plus the cashback of 260 million yuan, will arrive immediately. As for the deed tax, maintenance fund, and so on, we can deal with that when we get the property certificate; there's no rush.

In other words, this large Chinese-style courtyard house, which covers a full six acres, now effectively belongs to him.

The total cashback limit is still 40 million short, which means he can still spend another 20 million, so he'll have plenty to spend.

"Is it done?" Dong Yuru nodded blankly, her gaze falling on the light, flimsy document bag.

A mansion worth 130 million!

At this point, it really was bought by Xiao Zhang, in full, for 130 million, without even blinking an eye.