83: Chapter 83 Clothing, Food, Housing, and Transportation

General Manager Ding's hand tightened around her phone, and her heart skipped a beat.

"Ms. Ding?" Sarah asked politely when there was no sound from the other end. "If you are free now, I can have my team arrive downstairs at your company within thirty minutes. We are equipped with portable zero-gravity therapy beds and imported essential oils. The whole process takes about 90 minutes and won't interfere with your work."

"Ah... okay, sure." General Manager Ding replied, somewhat flustered. "I'm at the company. Call this number when you arrive, and I'll have someone come down to pick you up."

"Alright, see you later then."

After hanging up, General Manager Ding stared at the darkened screen, her cheeks instantly burning hot.

General Manager Ding pressed the phone against her chest, feeling her heart pounding violently. She turned to look at the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror in the lounge. The girl in the mirror had eyes brimming with tender affection, and the smile on her lips could not be suppressed.

"Brother Yu..."

She whispered the name, her eyes filled with emotion. This man was always like this. He was never stingy with money, but what was even more precious was his warmth in the details.

He wasn't just spoiling her; he was taking over and caring for every aspect of her life in his own way.

...

The Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled up to the side of the road. The window rolled down, revealing Fatty's chubby face. He was wearing a loose black graphic T-shirt today, a thick titanium steel chain hung around his neck, and the star-moon bodhi beads on his left wrist were polished to a smooth, oily sheen.

"Yo, Young Master Lin, finally willing to come out?" Fatty grinned, leaning on the car window. "You've been in Quan City for less than two days, and you two have progressed faster than 5G! I spent all night scrolling through Douyin, watching nothing but beautiful women dancing, and look at you—you've fast-forwarded straight to 'happily ever after'?"

Lin Yu opened the car door and sat in. He casually grabbed the baseball cap Fatty had left on the passenger seat and plopped it on his head. "Drive. If you spout any more nonsense, I'll throw you out."

Fatty chuckled, straightened his hat, and tucked the half-finished iced black tea on the passenger seat into the cup holder. "Got it! Where to? Back to Yunxi Mansion? Or are we going to buy bubble tea for my future sister-in-law?"

"To an agency." Lin Yu leaned back against the seat, tapping his fingers on the armrest. His tone was indifferent. "Find a reputable one. I want to get a villa."

Fatty paused, glanced at him through the rearview mirror, and tugged at his collar. "Old Lin, we only arrived the night before last. We haven't even settled in yet, and you're already buying two houses?"

Lin Yu said calmly, "I don't like staying in hotels; they're too noisy and not clean. Yunxi Mansion is also too small. Since we're staying for a while, let's make a home."

Fatty rubbed his chin, his bodhi beads swaying. "A reputable agency... let me think. Right! I was scrolling through Douyin last night, and the algorithm kept pushing a real estate agency called 'Golden Key.' That Manager Yang's videos are super popular, and it looks pretty legit. I'll send him a private message for the address right now!"

As he spoke, Fatty pulled out his phone—clack, clack, clack, he sent a string of messages. Within two minutes, the other side replied with a location.

"Got it! The location is here, let's go!" Fatty stepped on the gas, and the Phantom smoothly merged into the traffic.

Twenty minutes later, at the "Golden Key" agency storefront.

Manager Yang had been waiting at the door. When he saw the Rolls-Royce with the consecutive license plate numbers, his eyes went wide. He hurried over to greet them, his suit sleeve brushing against the dust on the door handle, which he hastily wiped off. "Mr. Lin, hello, hello! I'm Yang Fan. You can just call me Little Yang! Please, come in, come in!"

The air conditioning in the store was set quite cold, and the decor was like the lobby of a five-star hotel. Manager Yang ushered the two into the VIP room and personally served tea. The teacups were exquisite bone china with gold rims. "Mr. Lin, please have some tea. Take a look; these are some of the high-end property listings in Quan City."

Lin Yu didn't rush to look. He just leaned back on the sofa, fingers tapping lightly on the armrest. "I want to buy a villa. The bigger, the better. Convenient transportation, and it would be best if it's move-in ready."

Manager Yang's eyes lit up, and he quickly pulled several files from the safe. "Mr. Lin, take a look. These are some of the top villas in Quan City. This detached house in 'Yujing Bay' covers five mu of land and includes a private garden and pool; this French estate in 'Mountview No. 1' has a building area of two thousand square meters and luxurious renovations..."

Lin Yu flipped through the documents, his brows furrowing slightly. "Too small."

Manager Yang was stunned. "Small? Mr. Lin, these are already some of the largest villas in Quan City..."

"I have a lot of people," Lin Yu said calmly. "These aren't big enough to house them."

Manager Yang wiped the sweat from his forehead, thinking, *What kind of family is this? A villa with several mu of land isn't enough?* He thought for a moment, then suddenly slapped his thigh. "I've got it! Mr. Lin, I have one more property, but... this house is a bit special."

"How so?" Lin Yu asked.

"This house is in 'Greentown Yu Garden.' It's the largest villa in Quan City, covering ten mu of land with a building area of three thousand square meters. It's a detached European-style villa with a private pool, underground wine cellar, private cinema, and two separate garages." Manager Yang lowered his voice. "The house was renovated not long ago. The owner spent a fortune on it, using only imported materials. He originally intended to live in it himself, but he ran into some trouble with his business and urgently needs capital, which is why he's selling it. However, because the total price is so high, it's been listed for half a year and hasn't sold."

Lin Yu's eyes lit up. "Move-in ready?"

"Yes! The furniture and appliances are all top-tier, and the property management is the best in Quan City, with 24-hour butler service," Manager Yang said quickly. "If you're in a rush to move in, you can move in today!"

"Fine." Lin Yu stood up. "Let's go take a look."

Manager Yang was overjoyed and quickly grabbed his car keys. "Mr. Lin, please wait a moment. I'll contact the owner right now, and we'll go over to inspect the property together!"

Ten minutes later, at No. 1, Zone A, Greentown Yu Garden.

The car slowly drove through the main gate, and a magnificent French estate came into view. The beige stone exterior walls gleamed with a cold, hard luster in the sunlight, and the deep blue roof tiles were arranged in an elegant, staggered pattern. Although the yard was overgrown with weeds, the tall plane trees and the sweet osmanthus trees in the corner remained upright, and the faint scent of osmanthus could be vaguely smelled.

The owner was a man in his fifties, dressed appropriately with a refined temperament. Seeing Lin Yu get out of the Rolls-Royce, he hurried over to greet him. "Mr. Lin, hello! I am Huangfu Shanhe, the owner of this house."

Lin Yu nodded and extended his hand. "Mr. Huangfu, nice to meet you."

Huangfu Shanhe quickly shook Lin Yu's hand, a smile appearing on his face. "Mr. Lin, you're too kind. Please, come in. I'll show you around the house."

Upon entering the villa, a faint scent of sandalwood wafted towards them. The hall had an eight-meter-high ceiling, was entirely made of imported marble, and the floor was polished to a mirror finish. A huge crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, refracting brilliant light.

"This is the living room, that's the dining room, and there's the private pool. Although it hasn't been filled in a long time, the facilities are top-tier," Huangfu Shanhe introduced as he led the way. "On the first floor, besides the living room, dining room, and kitchen, there are two guest rooms and a servant's room; the second floor has three bedrooms, each with its own independent bathroom and walk-in closet, plus a study; the third floor has four guest rooms and a study; the basement level has a private cinema, wine cellar, gym, and tea room, with an underground garage in the back."

Fatty followed behind, holding his phone and recording a video of the ceiling.

Lin Yu didn't speak. With his hands behind his back, he walked up to the second floor step by step. His gaze swept over every bedroom and finally stopped in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the master bedroom. Pushing the window open, he revealed a huge terrace outside that overlooked the entire view of Quan City, with Mount Tai faintly visible in the distance.

"This house has a solid foundation, a good layout, and decent feng shui," Lin Yu said, turning to look at Huangfu Shanhe. "However, it's too dusty. Even though the renovation wasn't long ago, because no one has lived here, it still needs a thorough cleaning."

Huangfu Shanhe nodded quickly. "Yes, yes, yes. I'll have the property management come over to clean it right away. I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

Lin Yu walked to the railing of the terrace and tapped his fingers lightly on the marble surface.

"Mr. Huangfu, I'll take this house." He spoke suddenly, his tone as casual as buying scallions at a vegetable market.

Huangfu Shanhe was stunned. "Mr. Lin, you... aren't you going to look at the price?"

"Oh! How much?" Lin Yu asked.

"150 million," Huangfu Shanhe said cautiously. "This is the rock-bottom price; it can't go any lower."

"Too expensive." Lin Yu closed the folder and tossed it onto the table, his tone indifferent. "This house has been listed for half a year without selling, and Mr. Huangfu, your cash flow is tight. There's a lot of fluff in this price."

Huangfu Shanhe gasped, thinking, *How is this Mr. Lin like a fortune teller? He's figured out my bottom line so clearly?*

"Then... what is Mr. Lin's offer?"

"120 million." Lin Yu leaned forward, his deep eyes suddenly erupting with a sense of oppression, staring fixedly at Huangfu Shanhe. "Transfer the title within three days, full payment. If Mr. Huangfu agrees, we'll sign the contract right now."

Huangfu Shanhe hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded. "Fine! Mr. Lin is straightforward. 120 million it is!"

Lin Yu stood up, adjusted his collar, and didn't cast another glance at the document.

Lin Yu took out his phone and said to Huangfu Shanhe, "Mr. Huangfu, give me your bank account number. I'll transfer the money to you right now!"

Huangfu Shanhe quickly recited his account number, watching him operate his phone with a surge of excitement. 120 million! This was the result of half a year of his hard work!

Within two minutes, Lin Yu looked up. "Mr. Huangfu, the money has been transferred. Please check."

Huangfu Shanhe quickly pulled out his phone. Seeing the text message from the bank, his eyes turned red. "Received! Received! Mr. Lin, thank you! Thank you!"

Just then, Huangfu Shanhe suddenly took out his phone, his face full of smiles. "Mr. Lin, let's add each other on WeChat! If you need anything in Quan City in the future, don't hesitate to come to me! I, Huangfu Shanhe, have some connections in Quan City. If there's anything I can help with, I definitely will!"

Lin Yu nodded and took out his phone. "Alright, then I'll trouble you, Mr. Huangfu."

The two added each other on WeChat, and Lin Yu had Manager Yang call over the property management staff to handle some paperwork, pay the property fees, and sign the butler service agreement.

"Mr. Lin, please rest assured. Our property management service is available 24 hours a day. If you need anything, just call us," the property manager said respectfully. "If you're in a rush to move in, we'll arrange for people to clean up right now. We guarantee you'll be satisfied."

Lin Yu nodded. "Fine. First, give the place a thorough cleaning, and tidy up the landscaping outside as well. Thank you for your trouble."

Walking out of the villa gate, Fatty couldn't help but ask while starting the car. "Old Lin, you just bought it like that? I was making a big fuss about the 6 million for Yunxi Mansion yesterday, but you didn't even hesitate for 120 million. You're a beast! Why are you buying such a big house? Are you really planning to hide a mistress in a golden house?"

Lin Yu tapped the car window lightly. Sunlight streamed through the glass onto his face. "Ze City is such a small place; one has to come out and see the world. No matter who comes out, they can have a place to stay. Later, have Aunt Li and Huihui come here to visit; they can stay here. Isn't that better than a hotel?"

"Not to be cheesy, buddy, but knowing you, Old Lin, makes my life worth it!"

"Get the hell out of here. If the young ladies hear that, they'll all be scared away!"

"Hahahaha..." Fatty laughed happily.

...

"Alright, drive properly and take me back to Yunxi Mansion."

Lin Yu sat in the spacious back seat, the brilliant starlight ceiling above his head. Although the Phantom he was in was already the first class of the land, he had recently felt that something was missing—the most primitive roar of a mechanical engine.

Lin Yu took out his phone, his slender fingers sliding across the screen. He opened his contacts and finally stopped at the name Zhou Ming of Dingzun.

Without any hesitation, he pressed the call button directly.

On the other end of the line, Zhou Ming was staring at this month's performance report with a worried expression when his phone suddenly rang. He picked it up and looked, and the screen clearly displayed the words "Young Master Lin."

In that instant, it was as if Zhou Ming had been struck by high-voltage electricity; he sprang up from his boss chair. Because his movement was too sudden, his knee hit the corner of the table heavily, making a dull "thud," but he didn't even frown.

The signature pen in his hand dropped onto the carpet with a "clatter," but he didn't bother to pick it up. He held the phone with both hands, trembling, as if he were holding some rare, priceless treasure. He managed to calm his emotions with great difficulty and stood steady by holding onto the edge of the table.

He took another deep breath and pressed the answer button, his voice still somewhat off-key due to extreme excitement and nervousness:

"Young... Young Master Lin! Hello, hello! This is Zhou Ming! You... why did you call me personally?!"

"I want to buy a car." Lin Yu leaned back against the seat, his tone as indifferent as if he were talking about buying a bottle of water. "Send me the list of supercars you have in stock."

"In... in stock?" Zhou Ming's face flushed red with excitement. He spun around in his office, clenched his fist and swung it hard, almost knocking over the teacup on the table. "Young Master Lin, please wait a moment! I'll organize it for you right away! Two minutes!"

Soon, Lin Yu looked at the pictures and specifications that popped up on the screen, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Lamborghini Revuelto, V12 hybrid, 28 million."

"Ferrari SF90 Stradale, V8 plug-in hybrid, 22 million."

"Aston Martin Valhalla, V6 plug-in hybrid, 25 million."

"Porsche 911 GT3 RS, 4.0L naturally aspirated, 4.5 million on the road."

...

"Hmph." Lin Yu sneered, tapping his finger heavily on the screen a few times.