Buying a House

Ding! Congratulations, host. Your accumulated income is 1.52 million. Would you like to activate the random multiplier?

Since the May Day holiday, he hadn't used the random multiplier even once.

After more than twenty days of accumulation, the second branch on East Street had recharged nearly three million again.

His earnings were overflowing.

At this rate, if he could land a seven-times multiplier, he'd be able to pay for that villa in full.

Owning a house with a backyard in the heart of the capital—something he had never even dared to dream of before.

"Activate."

Two golden dice appeared once more.

The first one wobbled before settling on three.

The second one also landed on three.

[Congratulations, host. You have received a six-times multiplier.]

Ding! 9.12 million has been deposited into your Alipay account. Current balance: 13.5 million.

Just a little more—just a tiny bit more!

He originally had seven million. After paying off the three-million debt from his TV series investment, he had four million left.

As he was thinking about how he just needed a few more days to gather the full amount for the villa, his phone rang.

It was the real estate saleswoman—a rather pretty girl.

"Hello, Brother Chen."

"What's up?"

"Are you still set on buying that villa? Two more people came to see it today, and they both love it. If you're not sure, I'll have to sell it to them."

A sales tactic—no doubt about it.

Even though he saw right through it, he still felt a little nervous.

After all, he really did like that villa.

And let's be honest—housing prices had been skyrocketing these past two years. People only bought when prices were rising, never when they were falling.

In this market, houses weren't hard to sell at all.

Chen Pingsheng drove his Porsche Panamera to the agency.

Selling villas in the capital was no joke. A single agent who managed to sell two or three in a year could easily earn millions.

A high-income profession, no doubt.

The saleswoman herself drove a BMW Z4. Paired with her delicate oval face, long legs, and just enough curves—she was quite stunning.

"Brother Chen, this is the only villa like this in all of Beixin'an. If the owner weren't in a hurry to move abroad, he wouldn't be selling it so quickly."

As soon as he arrived, Zhang Yan took him on a tour of the house.

"Brother Chen, to be honest, everything about this house is negotiable—except the price."

Wait—what did that mean? What else was up for discussion if not the price?

Chen Pingsheng suddenly recalled some rumors he'd heard.

"If I pay in full today, do you offer… a one-time service?"

Zhang Yan's face flushed. Even though it was true, hearing it stated so bluntly felt a little off.

"Brother Chen, stop joking with me. A big shot like you can have any woman you want. If you're really interested, I'll take you out for a meal another day. But right now, I need to hit my sales target."

Her chest was quite… prominent.

As she spoke, she subtly pressed herself against him—a classic closing move in the real estate game.

If this deal went through, she'd earn at least 300,000.

It was similar to high-end car sales. Treating a client to dinner? That was nothing.

Chen Pingsheng quietly took a step back.

This was what financial freedom looked like.

A fashionable, wealthy, and stunning woman like Zhang Yan—someone many men considered their dream girl—wouldn't hesitate to offer herself just to close a sale.

And if she was willing to do it once, she'd be willing to do it again.

He called Song Yanxi. Not because he wanted to help her, but because he genuinely liked this villa.

It was better to seal the deal sooner rather than later.

"Listen, Yanzi, I'm not that kind of guy. I really like this house. I'm just a little short on cash. If you can lower the price a bit, I'll pay in full right away."

"Brother Chen, you know how the market is—prices change daily. Just keeping it from going up any further is already a blessing."

Zhang Yan had seen all kinds of clients before. For a commission of hundreds of thousands, sharing a "friendly drink" with a customer was no big deal.

Eyes shut, clothes off, pants down—just dance a little and keep the client happy.

Once the money was in her pocket, she'd go back to her village and be a goddess again.

Song Yanxi arrived shortly after.

The villa was entirely designed in a French architectural style.

Past the front entrance was a spacious reception area.

The living room was bright and open, with side windows overlooking a garden filled with ornamental trees.

To the north was a modern island kitchen, followed by a massive Chinese-style dining area.

The entire interior was stunning.

The dining area had a high ceiling, adding an extra sense of grandeur.

Beyond it was a large terrace, perfect for summer evenings—relaxing, enjoying the view.

It was a dream home.

If there was one downside, it was the price.

Fifteen million—way beyond what most people could afford.

"If you really like it, I think we should buy it today," Chen Pingsheng said.

"So soon?"

"Your birthday is in a few days. Consider it my gift to you."

Since the price wasn't negotiable, those so-called 'extra services' weren't necessary.

Chen Pingsheng wanted to give his wife and child a real home.

And with her birthday coming up, the timing was perfect.

Turning 26—an important milestone.

Song Yanxi was touched but also a little skeptical. She pulled him aside and whispered, "What's going on? This place costs fifteen million. Do you even have that much?"

"I'm just a little short."

"How short?"

"Around two million."

"What? Just two million?"

That meant he had already gathered thirteen million.

Song Yanxi couldn't believe it.

Since when did he have that much savings?

"Actually, it's only 1.5 million. I'm planning to borrow two million from the fruit store's account and pay it back in a few days."

He'd need to inform Zhang Tao and Liu Jing in advance.

Given their friendship, once they knew he was using it to buy a house, they wouldn't hesitate to help.

Song Yanxi was completely stunned.

Chen Pingsheng signed the contract with Zhang Yan, putting both his and his wife's names on the deed.

Fifteen million paid in full—a weight lifted off his shoulders.

Six years in the capital, and he finally had a home to call his own.

And he wasn't the only one happy—Song Yanxi was even more excited.

She ran around the villa, taking pictures of every corner.

Then she carefully edited the photos and posted them on her social media.

"My 26th birthday gift from my husband—a home. Thank you, darling. I love you."

Below the caption was a collage of nine images:

The luxurious kitchen

The grand dining area

The spacious terrace

The private children's room on the second floor

The walk-in closet

And the most beautiful part—the backyard, perfect for summer evenings and BBQ parties.

The more she looked at it, the more she loved it.