The Parcel Is Here!
Department of Property Sales.
The director present personally welcomed him after he confirmed his intention to purchase.
It had been two years since Scenic Lake Gardens had opened for sale. There were few units left, and the developers did not want to spend too much effort on selling them.
That was why a steep discount was offered at full payment.
A 95% discount.
A waiver of deed tax and maintenance fund.
After meticulous calculation, the director made a painful decision. He said with distress, as if Fang Ping had cost him a great loss, "Mr. Fang, if you pay 20% of the price as a deposit now, I can apply for a waiver of a part of the price!
"You'll only need to pay 810000 yuan for the house!"
810000 yuan, 186 square meters, fully upholstered.
Which meant approximately 4350 yuan per square meter.
Setting up the water and electricity supply and renovating the unit could not have been cheap even if the developers had done it in bulk.
After deducting everything, the net price of the unit was lower than 4000 yuan per square meter.
It was not that hefty a sum for a duplex, even after comparing it to duplexes in other areas.
The last units were already cheap, and a duplex was bigger when you include the area of the second floor.
The rich in Sun City were all living in countryside townhouses.
There was no lack of people who were willing to purchase a house in big cities, but that was not the case in smaller cities.
If residents of Sun City wanted a duplex, they preferred those lofted units that did not count the area of the second floor.
Fang Ping's mind wandered when the director was quoting the price.
He was now thinking about Huang Bin.
Three Rank-1 Vitality Pills cost nine hundred thousand yuan.
They were only daily supplements to a Rank-2 martial artist like Huang Bin.
If they were a tad more extravagant in their spending, they would have finished them in a month.
If they were more frugal and took one every month, they would be gone after three months.
A Rank-2 martial artist could spend a house's cost worth on boosting their Vitality just within a month.
This was the disparity between civilians and martial artists!
An insurmountable one!
Plus Huang Bin was actually quite unremarkable among martial artists.
The director waited on tenterhooks as Fang Ping's mind drifted elsewhere.
Luckily, Fang Ping came back to his senses quickly. He said, "I won't bargain further, but I'll entrust you with the follow-up procedures, and I want them done fast.
"I'll sign the contract today and pay 210000 yuan as a deposit.
"I'll pay the rest off after the procedures are complete and the unit is formally passed to me."
After hearing his words, the director too felt the straightforwardness of this young man.
He did not give vague or long-winded answers, and he had the money.
If Fang Ping had bargained further, he probably could have gotten the unit for 0.8 million yuan instead.
Money came easily to him now, though, and the director would have to send an application to his higher-ups if he wanted a lower price, by the looks of him…
The hemming and hawing would delay everything for an indefinite amount of time.
Fang Ping was busy. He had to prepare for the martial sciences exams, brush up his general sciences, and train his physical strength.
He did not have that much time left.
Visiting this place a few more times just for ten thousand yuan… It was not worth the effort, in Fang Ping's opinion.
Fang Ping's decisiveness made the director happy. Paying off the price in full only needed a simple procedure; it was way less complicated without the need for a mortgage.
It was made more effortless when Fang Ping was willing to pay 20% as a deposit.
The two parties signed the contract immediately.
Since a mortgage was unnecessary, Fang Ping only needed to provide his ID and permanent-residence booklet.
Fang Ping had already prepared for this before he went out in the morning. Aside from his ID, which he brought with him everywhere, he had taken his permanent-residence booklet from his parents' room.
After making a few photocopies of both documents, Fang Ping signed the purchasing and licensing contracts and took out twenty-one hundred thousand in cash from his bag to pay.
The process was extremely smooth, given that both parties were in a hurry.
The only delay in the process was the director's lavish praise for Fang Ping after seeing his age on his ID.
He had known that Fang Ping was young, but 18 was younger than what he had expected.
If a youngster of this age could purchase a house entirely on his own, his family was either really wealthy and did not care about this small sum of money that much, or they were completely at ease with his decision and did not think that this warranted further discussion — given that he was capable.
Of course, a family like the latter would need to be wealthy too.
No matter which, it proved that Fang Ping was extraordinary — in Sun City, at least.
No longer than half an hour later, the director showed Fang Ping out, all smiles. "Mr. Fang, it has been two years since Scenic Lake Gardens' opening, and that's why we do everything quickly and efficiently.
"With your licensing agreement, you won't even need to show up during the finalizing procedure.
"You'll only need to collect the property ownership certificate from us a few days later after it's ready.
"You'll have to prepare the final sum and complete the handover."
He reminded Fang Ping to prepare the money. The other matters are not Fang Ping's concern.
In this era, money is power.
If Fang Ping did not have sufficient funds, he would need to apply for a mortgage, and that meant countless visits to the bank.
As Fang Ping had paid the entire price upfront, this obstacle was eliminated.
The director escorted Fang Ping out a distance from the Department before he turned and left with a smile.
…
Fang Ping was in a good mood after leaving the Department.
He had bought a moderately spacious duplex with 810000 yuan, which was still within his capabilities.
He now had 1.22 million with him.
He would still have 0.4 million left after paying for the house and some bodybuilding equipment. The rest would be enough for now.
Plus, the pills in his possession should be enough for him to breakthrough as a martial artist.
He would not need to fret about money before becoming a martial artist.
After that, he would have his identity as a martial artist to help, and a more thorough grasp of the system's workings.
Fang Ping was not concerned about how wealth would come to him in the future.
…
Fang Ping did not stay out for long after sorting out the purchase of his property.
There was a possibility that Wang Jinyang's parcel would come today. He was already pumped up at that.
After returning home.
Fang Yuan had just woken up. She was watching TV from her position on the sofa.
Upon his return, she asked, yawning, "Fang Ping, where did you go this morning?"
The girl had obviously forgotten about the events of the past day after a night's sleep.
She had decided to call him Brother before she could suck his cellar of wealth dry.
Now she had reverted to calling him by his full name, evident proof of her forgetfulness.
Fang Ping did not dwell on that. He casually said, "I was just going out for some fresh air. Have you eaten?"
"I haven't." Fang Yuan opened her mouth wide as another yawn came out.
"Has the delivery man been here?"
"No, I don't think so," Fang Yuan said dubiously, "Did you buy anything?"
"Mm, some study materials for the martial sciences tests."
Fang Yuan lost her interest at the words "study materials". She asked lazily, "What are we having for lunch?"
The girl was already thinking of lunch when she had not even had her breakfast.
At this moment, Fang Yuan remembered the existence of her brother's wealth.
They definitely should have a nice meal now that he was rich.
Before her brother could even answer, Fang Yuan interjected gleefully, "Fang Ping, should we go to KFC for lunch?
"I haven't eaten it before! I heard my classmates say that it's delicious!"
"Fast food of those white people… How is this in any way delicious?"
Fang Ping dismissed the idea easily, but then he choked at Fang Yuan's next words. "Bro, give it a try!
"I heard someone else say that the CEO of its mother corporation in the Greater Sino Region is a Rank-7 martial powerhouse!
"Maybe an awakening will come to you after you've eaten their chicken wings, and you'll become a great powerhouse too…"
"Cough, cough…"
Fang Ping had really choked. How were the two matters related?
First, Fang Ping was unaccustomed to the fact that the regional head of Yum! Brands here was a Rank-7 martial powerhouse.
Also, did their chicken wings really have cultivation supplements impregnated into them or something? Was eating them enough to make someone a martial artist?
Fang Ping agreed at last, despite his ambivalence towards the subject.
It was not because of the chicken-wing-martial-artist theory Fang Yuan had suggested, but the sentence before that.
"I haven't eaten it before…"
Fang Yuan was in Form 2, fourteen years old.
A few visits to KFC probably was nothing to a girl from a better-off family.
The Fangs were not that well off, but they could still afford it.
The main clinch was Fang Yuan's good behavior. She had never mentioned any desire of hers to her parents, the most she did was ripping Fang Ping off sometimes.
Fang Ping did not have much pocket money in the past. Now that he was wealthy, Fang Yuan credited herself as the catalyst behind his good fortune. That was why she wanted to take advantage of him now.
Fang Ping had ten thousand in cash on him right now. Taking his sister for white-people fast food really was not a big deal.
…
He had waited the whole morning, but the delivery never came. So he gave up and took his sister out for food.
Fang Yuan was particularly excited for her first fast-food experience.
She had proclaimed everything she ate tasty, influencing Fang Ping into eating more of it despite his initial lack of appetite.
The siblings had eaten more than a hundred yuan's worth of food.
To Fang Yuan, this was an extravagant waste.
She did not think much of it when she was eating. It was only after the meal that she berated herself, "We're not going to KFC again! It's not delicious at all, and it's super expensive!"
"Why did you eat so much when it's not tasty?" Fang Ping teased.
Fang Yuan blushed and retorted, "If it isn't because you've ordered too much! I ate that much because I was afraid that it'll go to waste!
"You're not allowed to eat there next time!
"Also, you're too extravagant in your spending. You should give your money to me for safekeeping. I'll give you some when you need it…"
Fang Ping glanced at her. How did she say all that without shame?
Fang Ping could never get his money back from this little miser after she had gotten her hands on it.
Of course, it was more likely that she would hand the money to her parents.
Fang Ping did not respond. As they walked to their home, they saw a delivery van parked across the road.
Fang Ping walked over hurriedly. He asked, "Is there any delivery for Unit 101, Block 6?"
The delivery boy was just preparing to make a call. He said, relieved at his words, "I knocked on your door, but no one was at home. I was just preparing to make a call to you.
"Now that you're here… Are you living in 101?"
"Yes, I'm Fang Ping."
"That's right, then. Please sign here."
The delivery boy hauled a box from inside the van after he had confirmation of Fang Ping's identity.
Fang Ping felt strange. Was a box really necessary for a book?
Fang Ping lifted the box as he signed the receipt. It was quite heavy; it seemed that the box's contents did not merely consist of a book.
Wang Jinyang did not tell him what he had delivered to him, and he did not ask.
Now it seemed that he had sent him more than a book.
After signing the receipt, he walked home with the box in his hands, steps hurried, feeling exhilarated.
His emotions were more vibrant now compared to when he was buying a house this morning.