273: Chapter 273 Sea and Sky Garden, Private Territory

Ring-ring —— Ring-ring ——

Looking at the phone ringing incessantly, a string of unfamiliar numbers was displayed on the screen.

Fang Cheng frowned slightly and hesitated for a few seconds.

Then, with a hint of vigilance, he gently pressed the answer button.

"Hello, may I ask if you are Mr. Fang?"

Over the phone came an enthusiastic yet somewhat formulaic voice:

"I am Xiao Liu from Hongyuan Real Estate Agency. I'm calling to inform you that the real estate transaction procedures entrusted to us by your uncle, Mr. Li Dingjian, have all been completed. You can come over to collect the certificate at any time now, and the house transfer went very smoothly."

Hearing this, Fang Cheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then calmly replied:

"Oh, I see. Thank you for your hard work. Where is the specific address?"

"It's not hard work, you're too polite."

Xiao Liu quickly reported the detailed address and continued:

"Mr. Fang, when do you think it's convenient for you to come over? Let's make a rough appointment, and I will prepare the Materials for you in advance on my end."

Fang Cheng pondered for a moment and said:

"Then let's make it this morning. I will arrive around ten o'clock."

After reaching an agreement, both parties hung up the phone.

Fang Cheng quickly and neatly packed his luggage.

Then, he called both his grandpa and his mom to tell them that he would be going back to live in Jiuchang Street for the next few days.

A while ago, his uncle bought a house in Wanghu Town and was renovating it.

He was very thoughtful and equipped every family member with a mobile phone, making it much more convenient to contact each other.

After making the phone calls, Fang Cheng first went to the restaurant downstairs for breakfast, then left the hotel and took a taxi back to the urban area.

Arriving at the agency company, he found Xiao Liu from the phone call.

The other party greeted him with a smile and handed him a bag of documents:

"Mr. Fang, take a look. These have all been processed according to the procedures. We're just waiting for you to collect the certificate and move in."

"Also, please trouble you to sign here, and that's it..."

Wearing a duckbill cap bought on the way to cover his bald head, Fang Cheng first showed his ID documents and then flipped through the documents in his hand.

Seeming to glance at them casually, he actually memorized all the information word for word page by page.

After confirming that there were no errors, he signed his name, took the property ownership certificate, and asked casually:

"Have you been in contact with my uncle?"

Hearing this, Xiao Liu apologized with an apologetic look on his face and quickly explained:

"I'm really sorry. I tried calling Mr. Li yesterday afternoon and today, but the other end of the line kept prompting that it couldn't be connected. Maybe he turned off his phone."

After a pause, Xiao Liu added:

"However, Mr. Li gave instructions in advance that you can be notified after the procedures are completed, and everything is up to you."

Fang Cheng nodded slightly and didn't ask any more questions.

Leaving the agency company and standing by the street, he glanced at the property certificate and keys in the bag, but his mood could not calm down.

Judging from the current circumstances, the mysterious "Crow" in the professor's team really seemed to be his uncle without a doubt.

Not to mention where his special abilities came from in the first place.

Just looking at his uncle's usual cautious and lazy personality, how could he rashly participate in such an extremely dangerous operation?

Could it be that in order to raise surgical expenses for his grandpa, driven to a dead end, he found this extraordinary human team and joined them?

Or did he accidentally fall into someone else's hands with some leverage and was being coerced?

Fang Cheng shook his head inwardly, and the doubts in his heart lingered.

Unexpectedly, while he had always hidden his experience of participating in these mysterious events from his family, his uncle actually harbored a similar secret identity.

The whole family seemed to be wearing masks, showing another face. When getting along on weekdays, they completely didn't know each other's secrets behind their backs. Thinking about it was both absurd and helpless.

"What kind of mess is this..."

Fang Cheng stood speechlessly on the street for a while, watching a red taxi driving over.

He immediately raised his hand to stop the car, opened the door, and got in.

Now that his uncle wasn't around and he couldn't ask him about the specific situation, he might as well go and take a look at the new house first.

Guanlan District, Qingshui Bay.

As the name suggests, this place boasts charming beaches and a long coastline, backed by lush hills, like a natural green barrier isolating the hustle and bustle of the city outside.

Although it belongs to the coastal area, its location is indeed a bit remote, lacking large-scale shipping support like deep-water ports in the surrounding area, and its development pace in the early years was relatively slow.

However, thanks to a change of fortune and the new district development plan announced by the municipal government, which clearly vigorously develops tourism and recuperation industries,

it was like injecting a shot of adrenaline into this place, and its development momentum in recent years has been extremely rapid.

With a massive influx of capital, infrastructure construction is changing with each passing day. Roads have been widened and repaired, many hospitals and pension institutions have been established and built one after another, and the supporting facilities have become increasingly complete.

Riding along the way, Fang Cheng could see quite a few newly developed villa areas and real estate properties nearby.

It is worth mentioning that this place is not too far from Jiangbei and Jiangdong.

Driving along the coastal highway, it is just a little over half an hour's drive.

You can enjoy the peace, quiet, and picturesque scenery of the suburbs, and at the same time reach the bustling downtown area in a short time to fully enjoy urban convenience, which can be described as uniquely advantageous.

Because of this, his uncle initially considered choosing to buy a house here for his grandpa to spend his old age.

Of course, without thinking much about it, house prices have also skyrocketed like a rocket.

The once unremarkable land prices are now staggering.

Carrying his backpack, Fang Cheng got out of the car and successfully found the location of the house his uncle bought for him.

"Jinmao Mansion · Haitian Garden."

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze sweeping across the hanging blue nameplate, and then he pulled out the access card handled by the agency from his pocket, gently swiping it on the card reader of the pedestrian passageway.

With a soft "beep" sound, the door opened in response, and he walked in steadily.

Fang Cheng strolled inside the residential community with a scrutinizing look in his eyes, carefully examining the surrounding environment.

This place should belong to a low-density high-rise residential property that has been relatively rare on the market in recent years.

Although it has been built for less than half a year, the green landscape has already taken initial shape.

Neatly trimmed bushes, verdant lawns, and various seasonal flowers competing in beauty showed that the developer had put a lot of thought into creating a livable environment.

According to the information provided by the real estate agency, the community focuses on a rehabilitation and recuperation theme.

To fit this theme, the developer specially set aside a large area of green space to build fitness walking trails and yoga squares.

Not only that, leisure and entertainment facilities such as outdoor basketball courts, swimming pools, senior activity centers, and children's playgrounds are also complete.

Overall, it can be called a mid-to-high-end residential area.

Moreover, the living facilities around the community such as supermarkets, restaurants, vegetable markets, and hospitals are very complete, and the convenience of daily life goes without saying.

According to the address registered on the property certificate, Fang Cheng successfully found the corresponding building number.

Then he took the elevator to the 19th floor where his house was located.

Exiting the elevator, his gaze searched both sides and quickly recognized the house number. He then took out the key, inserted it into the keyhole, and gave it a gentle twist.

With a "creak", the door slowly opened.

Fang Cheng stepped into the house, and what came into view was the scene of a bare room without any decoration.

On the rough cement floor, every step he took would kick up a little dust.

On the exposed walls and ceiling, pipes and wires were scattered and distributed in a disarrayed manner.

This space of a full 80 square meters was still in its most primitive appearance at the moment.

Fang Cheng paced leisurely, his gaze sweeping across every corner of the house one by one, and he already had a simple layout plan in his mind.

He did not plan to make a big fuss about decoration and decided to continue to preserve this rugged "Syrian battle-damaged style".

It wasn't because he was stingy and reluctant to spend money, but because he had other plans.

Fang Cheng decided to treat this place as a secret base for himself to exercise his body and practice his skills.

Running back and forth between Jiuchang Street and Wanghu Town on weekdays, these two places were a bit crowded and had too many eyes watching, making them not the most suitable places for exercise.

Besides, after his mom moved back home to live, he wasn't very free to move around himself.

Fang Cheng urgently needed a private space that belonged entirely to himself.

This bare room just met his needs.

Since it was treated as his private territory, there was no need to make it extravagant and wasteful; it just needed to be able to guarantee basic living conditions.

Fang Cheng patrolled his gaze over this "territory", pondering in his heart.

Putting a table and a few chairs in the living room would give him a place to eat and read.

Putting a bed in the corner and pulling the curtain closed, he could fall asleep and have a good rest when tired.

Installing basic cabinets, sinks, and stoves in the kitchen to cook instant noodles or stir-fry dishes would be completely fine for coping with daily diet.

The bathroom also needed to be tidied up. Toilets, shower heads, and washbasins were all indispensable so that bathing after exercise would be convenient enough.

As for the large remaining space, Fang Cheng planned to use all of it to place fitness equipment and training props.

Treadmills, dumbbells, barbells, pull-up bars, sandbags, wooden dummy piles—whatever could be arranged would be arranged.

From now on, facing the morning sun rising from the sea every day, sweating to his heart's content here and exercising his flesh, just thinking about it made him full of motivation!

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng cast his gaze toward the large floor-to-ceiling window.

He immediately walked over and reached out to unscrew the small outward-opening window on the side.

The fresh sea breeze poured in with a "whoosh", carrying a faint salty fishy smell, instantly sweeping away the original stuffy atmosphere in the room completely.

Looking far into the distance, the distant azure sea merged with the skyline.

Waves beat rhythmically against the golden beach one after another, raising layers of white foam.

Under the bright sunshine, water droplets shone like fine diamonds.

A few seabirds soared freely in the sky, sometimes circling low, sometimes diving toward the sea surface. After picking up a small fish, they fluttered their wings and flew high again, drawing graceful arcs.

On the coastline less than half a kilometer away from Haitian Garden, many seaside bathing beaches, seafood restaurants, and resort hotels were scattered.

The laughter coming from time to time intertwined with the sound of the waves, clearly entering Fang Cheng's ears.

"Really nice!"

Looking at the beautiful scenery of the blue sea and sky, Fang Cheng stretched his arms and comfortably stretched himself.

The joints of his whole body suddenly made a series of "crack-crack" sounds like firecrackers exploding.

If it weren't for the fact that his mom was used to living in Jiangbei and reluctant to leave the neighbors of Jiuchang Street, moving the family here actually would have been pretty good.

Or, Fang Cheng himself could also buy another larger apartment type, one room for exercising and one room for the family to live in.

This was not some fantasy.

Once those few antiques entrusted to Xu Sanduo were successfully sold and the money arrived in his account, he would be completely able to afford this expense.

At least paying the down payment was an easy thing, and relying on his monthly salary of 60,000 to 70,000, subsequent mortgage repayments would be completely stress-free.

Like the house his uncle bought, at 29,000 per square meter, it cost 2.4 million.

If calculated based on 100 square meters, the total price would be about 3 million.

Placed in an international metropolis like Dongdu, this price really wasn't too expensive.

Especially since Guanlan District was developing fast. According to the current market trend, in a couple of years, the house prices here rising to 30,000 or even hitting 40,000 was entirely possible.

Buying a house for investment or value preservation was a good choice.

Taking a deep breath of the slightly salty sea breeze, Fang Cheng felt as if he were right by the sea at this moment, and couldn't help imagining his life here in the future.

Every early morning, when the sky was still pitch black, he could listen to the rhythmic beating sound of the waves and go for long-distance Running along the beach.

He could also face the surging tides, continuously waving his fists to practice Shadow Boxing.

Perhaps, he could also dive deep into the bay like he did on Yongan Island, using seawater pressure to conduct high-intensity weighted exercises, further enhancing his skill practice experience.

Just imagining this made his heart surge and eager to try.

However, Fang Cheng did not put it into action immediately.

It was currently broad daylight, so he couldn't casually expose his whereabouts.

Besides, there was a more important task at hand that urgently needed to be completed.

This bare room was secluded and tranquil, simple and plain to the point of being almost primitive, without any fancy and distracting external material conditions.

Like a pure land in the mundane world, it was a very suitable place for cultivation.

Fang Cheng planned to practice Meditation here to solve some problems that had been troubling him since last night.

With this thought, he slowly sat cross-legged in front of the window.

Then he straightened his back, placed his hands naturally on his knees, and gently closed his eyelids.

Sunlight poured down in large patches through the window, and dust danced in the light and shadow, creating a peaceful and serene atmosphere.

At first, the sound of distant waves and the calls of seabirds, like those sounds of laughter, tried every means to drill into his ears and disturb his chaotic thoughts.

But Fang Cheng was completely unmoved. Taking a deep breath, he began to Focus on his own breathing.

Between exhalation and inhalation, his breath was like a gentle tide, flowing slowly, completely isolating the external disturbances outside.

As his breathing gradually stabilized, his state of mind also slowly settled down.

Fang Cheng vaguely found some of the feeling he had when practicing Meditation in the trench back then.

The rough walls and exposed pipes seemed to gradually recede, replaced by an ethereal darkness.

In this darkness, Fang Cheng was like a diver in the deep sea, continuously sinking, exploring the tranquility and power deep within his heart.

Every beating of the waves seemed to be keeping a beat for his breathing.

Every ripple in his state of mind was smoothed out in this quietness.

That exhaustion and weariness originating from the depths of his Soul were also slowly washed away by the tide.

Fang Cheng seemed to merge into one with everything around him.

The waves were the rhythm of his thoughts, his breath was his connection with the world, and his state of mind was that ocean embracing everything.

And in the deepest place of the ocean, a wisp of flame was burning, blooming with bright light.

Like an unextinguishable lighthouse in the darkness, it pierced through layers of mist, guiding the way for the lost Soul.