After leaving the valley, Wu Shaozhen found a safe spot and logged out. It was already noon, so he would head downstairs for lunch first.
Wu Shaozhen took off his Gaming Helmet and went downstairs to eat. Just as he was about to return and log in, he received a call from Song Qingya, the property saleswoman. She told him the paperwork for his house was complete and asked when he wanted to move in.
Wu Shaozhen immediately brightened. He could finally live in his own villa instead of that lousy rental. He told Song Qingya he would be over shortly and asked her to wait there, then went straight home to pack.
He did not actually have much in the rental; most of the things belonged to the landlord. Wu Shaozhen packed his clothes and daily necessities into a rolling suitcase, grabbed his Gaming Helmet, and was ready to go.
He called the landlord and settled his utility bills. The landlord insisted he clean the place before getting his deposit back, but Wu Shaozhen declared with extravagant confidence, "Keep the deposit." Then he grabbed his suitcase and left. Seriously, I'm worth tens of millions now. Why would I care about that little deposit?
He took a taxi to the entrance of the residential complex where his villa stood. Song Qingya was already waiting at the gate with a document folder. She found it rather odd to see Wu Shaozhen getting out of a taxi with a battered suitcase, but as a sales consultant with professional standards, she knew what she should and should not ask.
After handing Wu Shaozhen the documents and keys, Song Qingya left, while he excitedly stepped into his new home.
A footprint of 160 square meters was not particularly large for a villa. The entrance