"Ding, congratulations to the host, your cumulative income is 1.52 million, would you like to enable random multiplication?"
After the May Day holiday, he had never activated random multiplication again.
Accumulating over twenty days, East Street's second store had once again recharged nearly three million.
And his income was also brimming over.
With this income, just drawing a seven-fold could let him buy that small villa outright.
Being able to live in a house with a backyard in Capital City was something unimaginable in the past.
Two golden dice emerged again.
The first die wobbled and stopped on three.
The second die was also a three.
[Congratulations to the host, you have obtained a random six-fold increase.]
[Ding, 9.12 million has been credited to your Alipay account, with a balance of 13.5 million.]
Just a little bit more, it was just a little bit more.
Beforehand, he had seven million, and after paying off the three million debt from the TV series investment, he was left with four million.
Just when he was thinking that he only needed to wait a few more days to gather the full payment for the small villa, his phone rang.
It was that female real estate salesperson, a pretty girl.
"Are you still sure about that small villa? Today, two more people came to see it, both liked it a lot. If you're not sure, I can only sell it to them."
A trap, it was definitely a trap.
Although he knew at a glance that this was a sales tactic commonly used, he was still somewhat nervous.
The main reason was, he really liked that small villa.
Besides, house prices had truly risen rapidly in the last two years; everyone was buying on the rise, not on the fall.
Under such circumstances, there was really no worry about selling the house.
Chen Pingsheng drove his Panamera to the agency.
Selling villas in Capital City, just selling two or three a year, one's income could be over a million.
Absolutely a high-income group.
This girl drove a BMW Z4 herself, paired with her oval face and long legs, as well as a generous heart.
"Chen, you couldn't find a second villa in Beixin'an. If it weren't for the owner rushing to go abroad, he wouldn't have sold it so quickly," she said.
Once he arrived, Zhang Yan took him to see the house.
"Chen, to be honest with you, aside from the price, everything else about this house is negotiable."
What did that mean, what else about this house could be negotiated aside from the price?
Chen Pingsheng did remember some rumors he had heard.
"If I pay in full today, can you provide a one-time service?"
Zhang Yan's face turned red, although that was also true, saying it so bluntly seemed to lack something.
"Chen, don't tease me like that. With your status, what kind of woman can't you get? If you really fancy me, I'll take you out to dinner some other time. I'm still falling short of my performance targets right now."
As Zhang Yan spoke, she almost pressed her chest completely against him.
According to their sales terminology, this was the final push before closing the deal.
If it succeeded, she could earn at least three hundred thousand.
This was similar to some luxury car salespeople, who, for the sake of closing that final deal, accompanying clients to meals was more than normal.
Chen Pingsheng quietly moved away from her, this was the meaning of making money.
Dressed stylishly, beautiful and wealthy like Zhang Yan.
She was the goddess of countless people, and absolutely the envy of the whole village back home.
Now, to sell a house, she was even willing to offer a one-time service proactively.
He felt that if there was a first time, there would be a second time.
Chen Pingsheng called Song Yanxi, not really to help her but mainly because he really liked the small villa.
"It's good to decide early."
"Look, Yan, I'm not the guy you're thinking of. I really house, and I'm just a bit short on cash. If you could find a way to lower the price a bit more, I'd pay in full right away."
"Chen, you know how the real estate prices are outside; they change every day. Not having a price increase in a few days here would already be good news."
Zhang Yan had seen her fair share of the world's rough waves and was naturally willing to engage in small talk and entertain clients for a sizable commission.
It was just a matter of closing her eyes and then opening them again.
Undress quickly, slow down when pulling up the trousers, and maybe do a little dance to keep the client happy.
Once the money was in hand, she was the village goddess again.
Song Yanxi arrived, and this small villa was entirely designed in French architectural style.
Walking through the main entrance, one faces a guest area right away.
The whole living room is very spacious and even has side windows, with scenic trees outside.
To the north is a Western-style kitchen island and a large Chinese dining room.
The entire interior was beautifully designed.
The dining room also has a high ceiling, instantly elevating its sophistication.
Outside the dining room is a large terrace where one could enjoy the breeze and the view in summer.
It can be said to be very enjoyable.
If there's any flaw, it would probably be the high price.
Fifteen million, certainly out of reach for most people.
"Honey, if you really house, I'm thinking of buying it today."
"Your birthday is in a couple of days, right? Consider this house your birthday gift."
Since the price couldn't be lowered, those so-called one-time services were completely unnecessary.
Chen Pingsheng wanted to give his wife and children an explanation, and soon enough, it would be her birthday.
Her twenty-sixth birthday.
Song Yanxi was both touched and embarrassed, pulling him aside to quietly ask, "What's the situation with you? This place costs fifteen million, can you really bring up that much money?"
"I'm just a bit short."
"A bit short means how much exactly?"
"What? You're only short two million?"
This meant he could come up with thirteen million.
Song Yanxi couldn't believe it; when did her man have so much private savings?
"To be more precise, I'm short one and a half million. I plan to transfer two million from the fruit shop's account and pay it back in a few days."
This needed to be discussed in advance with Zhang Tao and Liu Jing.
Given their relationship, knowing that he was buying a house, they definitely wouldn't object.
This time, Song Yanxi was genuinely shocked by him.
Chen Pingsheng went with Zhang Yan to sign the contract, putting the house under both their names.
Paying fifteen million felt like lifting a huge stone off his chest.
Having been in the Capital for six years, he finally had a real home of his own.
Not just he was happy, Song Yanxi was obviously even happier.
She stood in every corner of the house taking photos.
Then she edited the pictures and posted them to her social network.
The title was "My husband's twenty-sixth birthday gift to me, a home."
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Below were nine grid pictures.
They showed the house's upscale kitchen, the chic dining room, the large terrace, an independent children's room on the second floor, a walk-in closet,
and the small villa's favorite feature: the backyard.
Where one could enjoy the breeze and have a barbecue, it was all inclusive.
This house, the more you look at it, the more you like it.