41: Chapter 41 Entering the Sales Office in Underpants: The Daily Routine of a Super-Rich Person

Early Saturday morning in Nanqiao City, the beginning of autumn brought a hint of chill.

Fang Jiming was woken up by the System's voice at eight o'clock, and he lay on his single bed, staring blankly at the peeling wallpaper.

A line of small green text popped up in the corner of his vision on the System Panel.

"One hundred million yuan has been deposited into your account today. Please check, Host."

Excluding the one hundred million given away yesterday, the account balance still showed three hundred million.

Fang Jiming threw off the quilt, sat up, and reached up to scratch his hair, which was as messy as a bird's nest from sleep.

"System, it's okay for me to spend money to buy myself a house and a car, right?"

"Yes, this is not restricted."

Great. He was considered an invisible billionaire now; staying holed up in the single dormitory provided by No. 19 Middle School really didn't do justice to that string of numbers.

After changing into a gray hoodie with a frayed collar, he pulled on a pair of loud, floral boxer shorts.

Wearing plastic flip-flops that cost ten yuan for three pairs at the night market, he sauntered out the door.

There weren't many people on the streets on a weekend morning.

Fang Jiming scanned a shared bike and pedaled toward Jiangjin Tianyu, the top-tier luxury residential area in the city center.

The wealthy in Nanqiao City all knew that Jiangjin Tianyu, with its back against Nanshan and facing the river, was a symbol of the top-tier capital circle.

Half an hour later, Fang Jiming squeezed the brakes in front of the gilded, carved, arched gate of the Jiangjin Tianyu sales office.

He parked his paint-chipped shared bike steadily between a row of Porsches and Bentleys and swaggered inside.

The security guard standing guard at the entrance, dressed in a crisp uniform, reached out to block his path.

The guard looked Fang Jiming up and down, taking in his outfit that cost no more than fifty yuan in total, and furrowed his brows into a knot.

"Sir, this is the Jiangjin Tianyu private sales clubhouse. We do not receive salespeople or food delivery workers. Please step back outside the cordon."

Fang Jiming: (￣～￣)

He shoved his hands into the pockets of his floral boxers and tilted his chin at the guard.

"I'm here to buy a house. Does your gate pick and choose who to let in based on what they're wearing?"

The guard laughed out loud upon hearing this and waved his hands repeatedly.

"Stop joking, little brother. The cheapest house here starts at twenty million. Look at that shared bike of yours; even if you sold it at a scrapyard, it wouldn't be enough to buy a door handle. Get going, get going, don't force me to call people to kick you out."

Just as Fang Jiming was about to take out his bank card to teach this little security guard a lesson, a female sales agent in a black tight-fitting professional skirt walked out in high heels.

The name tag on the female sales agent read: Senior Consultant Wang Li.

She held a colorful brochure and walked toward a bald boss who had just stepped out of a maybach.

The bald boss had a thick gold chain around his neck and was holding a girl with an influencer-style face wearing a spaghetti-strap mini skirt.

Senior Consultant Wang Li didn't even glance at Fang Jiming and pushed the security guard aside.

"President Sun, you've finally arrived. That river-view flat we liked is still reserved for you. Please, come inside. It's windy out here; don't let it blow on you."

President Sun gave an arrogant hum and walked inside, holding the influencer girl.

As the girl passed by Fang Jiming, she deliberately fanned the air around her nose with her hand.

"Daddy, look! These days, any stray cat or dog dares to hang around the entrance of a top-tier clubhouse. The smell of poverty is suffocating."

President Sun laughed heartily and gave the girl's waist a squeeze.

"Poor people always like to dream, thinking that just by standing at the entrance of a wealthy area and breathing in the air, they can get rich."

Senior Consultant Wang Li quickly chimed in and turned to sternly reprimand the security guard.

"Why haven't you chased this beggar away yet? Can you afford the consequences if you ruin President Sun's mood for viewing the property?"

Fang Jiming: Damn, they really are looking down on people. (ꐦ ಠ _ ಠ )

He raised his hand to brush aside the guard's arm and strode in, squeezing through the revolving glass door after President Sun's group.

"I'm really not leaving today. I didn't break your threshold. You're open for business; can you stop me from going in to watch the excitement?"

The sales hall was well air-conditioned, and the crystal chandeliers were dazzling.

Senior Consultant Wang Li stomped her feet in anger and turned to call over a few male sales agents to prepare to kick him out.

President Sun waved his hand and sat down on the expensive, imported leather sofa in the center of the hall.

"Forget it, Xiao Wang. People of our status don't need to lower themselves to argue with a pauper. Let him stand on the side and watch; let him broaden his horizons and see what top-tier society is like."

Senior Consultant Wang Li stopped and quickly ordered an intern in a white shirt standing nearby to pour tea.

"Lin Xiaoxiao, what are you still standing there for? Hurry up and brew our best Mingqian Longjing tea for President Sun."

The intern named Lin Xiaoxiao was a young girl with a ponytail.

She carried two cups of hot tea, placed them carefully on the coffee table, and then glanced at Fang Jiming, who was standing alone by the sand table model.

Lin Xiaoxiao poured a cup of warm water, walked over to Fang Jiming, and handed it to him.

"Sir, please drink some water. We really only receive clients with appointments here. If you're just looking around, please leave after you finish your water, so Senior Consultant Wang Li doesn't get angry and give you a hard time."

Fang Jiming took the disposable paper cup, looked into Lin Xiaoxiao's sincere eyes, and smiled.

"Little girl, you're new, aren't you? Some people are practically wishing they could stomp me into the ground, yet you're still pouring me water."

Lin Xiaoxiao blushed a little, feeling embarrassed, and lowered her voice.

"Everyone is just an ordinary person trying to make a living; there's no need to divide people into different social classes."

Fang Jiming took a sip of the warm water and crumpled the paper cup in his hand, making a crackling sound.

He turned and pointed at the model of the detached villa, which was protected by a huge glass case in the very center of the sand table.

"I won't drink your water for free. Tell me how much this one sells for."

It was a three-story duplex manor villa model, complete with a miniature outdoor swimming pool and a helipad.

Lin Xiaoxiao followed his finger, her tone full of wonder.

"Sir, that is the out-of-print 'King of Buildings' of our Jiangjin Tianyu, Nanshan Residence. It covers 1,200 square meters, uses top-tier global smart home technology throughout, and even comes with a private cinema and wine cellar."

She paused and held up her fingers, gesturing a number.

"This 'King of Buildings' does not accept loans, and the full-payment price tag is two hundred million."

Fang Jiming: (✧ ∇ ✧)

He touched his chin, thinking that two hundred million was only a matter of two days for him; it was simply a great deal. After buying it, he would go look at cars. The feeling of not lacking money was truly exhilarating!

President Sun, who was drinking tea not far away, heard the conversation and spat out a mouthful of tea.

He slapped his thigh and laughed wildly, making the gold chain around his neck jingle loudly.

"Oh, I can't take it. This kid just asked how much the 'King of Buildings' is. He thinks he's at the vegetable market buying cabbage; just ask the price and you can take it away."

The influencer girl laughed until she was shaking, falling into President Sun's arms.

"Daddy, maybe he wants to take that glass model home as a toy."

Senior Consultant Wang Li walked over in her high heels, grabbed Lin Xiaoxiao's arm, and yanked her behind her.

"You're wasting words on a lunatic. Hurry up and get the contract for President Sun's twenty-million-yuan flat for him to sign."

She turned back and glared fiercely at Fang Jiming.

"You've seen enough, right? That 'King of Buildings' is a door handle that someone like you couldn't touch in eight lifetimes. Get out now and don't dirty our wool carpet."