The attic connects the past and present; I became a tycoon and got rich overnight!

Chapter 8 Blind Boxes, Ownership of Lanting Club
A multi-million dollar transaction took less than two hours from when Song Youan received the call from the stranger to when she walked out of the Longteng Real Estate Building.

Standing by the roadside staring at her phone screen, the long string of zeros after the amount deposited made her feel incredibly unreal.

She didn't work a single day, and yet her assets have already exceeded ten million?
While he was still stunned, the system's voice suddenly sounded in his mind: [Congratulations, host, for achieving a transaction volume of ten million through interdimensional trading. You have received a random treasure chest. Please select!]

Does this system have hidden achievements?

Three golden treasure chests appeared on the virtual screen in front of her. Song Youan raised her hand and lightly tapped the one in the middle, and the remaining two treasure chests turned gray.

The treasure chest in the middle shook violently, and when the lid opened, it exploded with colorful fireworks. A piece of paper floated out, and Song You'an looked closely: [Congratulations, host, you have acquired ownership of the Lanting Clubhouse at No. 688 Dongyang Avenue, Jianye District, Jinghai City through a random treasure chest. The relevant documents will be delivered before 8 PM tonight!]

what!
Song Youan was completely dumbfounded. Lanting Club?

That Lanting Club, which charges an annual membership fee and is off-limits to unauthorized personnel?

The Lanting Club, known throughout the country and whose members have amassed fortunes of tens of millions?

Song Youan felt a chill run down her spine. She thought the treasure chest would give her a number, and she would transfer the corresponding amount directly to her bank card.

The result was the opening of an industry. How many more surprises does this system hold that she doesn't know about?
After a moment of calm, Song Youan finally calmed down and quickly took out her phone to search for Lanting Club on Baidu. Although she knew that this club was very powerful, it was still too far removed from her previous social class, so she had to look up more detailed information online.

You wouldn't believe it until you checked!
Lanting Club has an annual membership system with an annual fee of 188888 yuan. However, the annual card is just an admission ticket with no practical use; it is merely a symbol of status.

In 2024, the number of members worldwide exceeded 5000.

Song Youan quickly calculated that the annual fee for just 5000 people would be close to one billion yuan a year!

This is outrageous! And all internal consumption within the club requires separate payment, with membership card top-ups starting at 500,000!
The more she looked, the more alarmed Song Youan became. She quickly opened the company information page, wanting to investigate the background of the Lanting Club thoroughly. Otherwise, if such a large industry suddenly fell into her lap, she really wouldn't be able to handle it!

The next second, Song Youan was dumbfounded. The company information showed that the owner and legal representative of the company was none other than her name: Song Youan!

Is it hers?

So the Lanting Clubhouse now belongs to her?
We're just wondering if this is a bit too hasty?

Song Youan froze on the roadside, her mind completely blank. The shock she felt far exceeded the discovery that her attic led to Dazhao.

But as the shock gradually subsided, the suppressed excitement and exhilaration arrived, albeit belatedly. Adrenaline surged through his body, and his mind oscillated between illusion and reality until a heavy truck suddenly honked its horn, instantly bringing Song You'an's soul back to his body.

With her head held high and chest out, Song Youan headed straight for the high-end shopping mall not far away without hesitation.

The first thing to do after you have money is, of course, to spend it!

The first store was Chanel, my favorite luxury brand. As soon as I entered the store, I bumped into my second aunt, Guo Wanfang, who was sitting in the rest area being served by a sales assistant.

Their eyes met, and Guo Wanfang let out a soft snort, while Song Youan rolled her eyes. "Welcome to Chanel."

A young, handsome man stepped forward to greet Song Youan. Out of professional habit, the sales assistant subconsciously glanced at Song Youan's outfit for the day.

She wore a pure white tube top over an oversized women's shirt, the hem of which was casually tied at the waist, covering her navel and revealing her waist below the abdomen.

She wore light blue skinny jeans with a slight flare at the calves, paired with white sneakers that echoed the white shirt on top.

Although she doesn't wear any designer brands, as a fashion design graduate, Song Youan has always pursued style in her outfits rather than blindly chasing after designer labels.

Today's outfit may seem simple, but the way she tied her shirt and the proportion of her waist that was exposed perfectly accentuated her figure. The overall color scheme was white and light blue, which looked clean and refreshing.

This outfit alone could never achieve such a perfect effect on anyone else.

Although the sales assistant could tell that Song Youan's outfit probably cost no more than 500 yuan, a hint of amazement still flashed in his eyes.

The sales assistant had a very good first impression of Song You'an, as he usually dealt with too many nouveau riche customers.

"Miss, how can I help you?" the sales assistant asked politely with a smile.

There were no cheesy, condescending scenes, so Song Youan was quite satisfied. She casually walked along and said, "I'd like to see your latest bag models."

"Our new summer collection has just been released, and we have two bags that would be perfect for you. This way, miss."

After Song Youan followed the sales assistant to the other side, Guo Wanfang snorted coldly and looked up at the sales assistant next to her, saying, "You are supposed to be an internationally renowned luxury brand, how come you let just any Tom, Dick, or Harry in?"

Sales assistants at luxury brands are very good at reading people's expressions. The sales assistant had already noticed that Ms. Guo's expression had become particularly unpleasant after the customer entered the store.

Ms. Guo is a regular customer who spends nearly a million yuan here every year, so the sales assistant could only go along with her and say, "There's nothing I can do, Ms. Guo. Brands open stores to do business, and we can't turn away customers who come in, can we?"

Guo Wanfang sneered: "Don't you sales staff take turns serving new customers when they come in? If you encounter someone who just browses but doesn't buy anything, wouldn't you lose a fortune?"

"There's nothing we can do about it. Serving new customers at the store is all about luck. Sometimes you get lucky and run into a hidden big spender. For example, I was lucky the first time I served Ms. Guo. Otherwise, someone else would have served you today." The sales assistant was eloquent, and Guo Wanfang found it very pleasing.

"His family is dirt poor, and he doesn't even have a job, yet he dares to wander around in places like this. It's ridiculous," Guo Wanfang muttered to herself.

The sales assistant, who was nearby, overheard this and couldn't help but glance in Song You'an's direction. She saw Song trying on this year's summer new bag, which was priced at 79800 yuan at the counter.

"Ms. Guo, do you know her?" The sales assistant couldn't resist asking another question.

Guo Wanfang scoffed dismissively: "Don't be afraid to laugh at me, she's my relative. Don't be fooled by how enthusiastic she is now, she'll be ridiculous when she leaves in a sorry state because she can't afford it."

(End of this chapter)