Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

Lin Mo slammed his hand on the table, almost jumping up.

But suddenly a force came from his arm, and a small hand pinched him hard.

At the same time, several cold gazes pierced from behind.

Without even looking, you can tell it's the "death stare" from those nine beauties.

"cough."

Lin Mo casually picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said, "Let's look at something else."

Qian Wancai understood immediately and unfolded the second drawing.

"Sir, please take a look at this place. It's the villa of the second-ranked scholar from the previous dynasty, 'Listening to the Rain Pavilion'."

"The courtyard's charm lies in its elegance, with a small bridge over a stream, bamboo groves providing shade, and a large lotus pond in the backyard, making it truly refined."

"It is especially suitable for you and your wives to compose poems and cultivate your mind."

Lin Mo's lips twitched.

Composing poems?

To cultivate one's character?

Forget it, I can't even come up with a limerick, let alone cultivate my character.

He would be happy to remove the first three words.

Lin Mo shook his head immediately: "Next."

A bead of sweat trickled down Qian Wancai's forehead, but he still forced a professional smile and slowly unfolded the last sheet of paper.

"Sir, this is the former residence of Master Wang, the richest man in our city."

"A grand courtyard with three courtyards and five entrances, constructed entirely of Phoebe zhennan wood and paved with bluish-white jade—its main feature is one word: extravagance!"

"Move in, and you'll be the most arrogant man in the whole city!"

Lin Mo pursed his lips.

It has a nouveau riche vibe, it's tacky.

Su Qingxue muttered softly, "It feels a bit... too eye-catching."

In short, this mansion has been sentenced to death once again.

Qian Wancai was now truly in a dilemma.

Noble, elegant, and luxurious—these three things were his most prized possessions, yet this man didn't seem to like any of them.

The air suddenly became heavy and oppressive.

Lin Mo didn't say anything, and slowly drank the tea in his cup in one gulp.

The porcelain cup rested on the wooden table, making a soft "tap" sound.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a heavy hammer, striking Qian Wancai's heart hard.

It’s over.

This God of Wealth is leaving!

As expected, Lin Mo stood up, and the nine fairies behind him followed suit, making a move to leave.

"Sir! Sir! Please wait!"

Qian Wancai panicked and rushed to the door, spreading his arms to block the way.

"Sir, I...I have another 'house' here!"

Qian Wancai took a deep breath, as if he had made a tremendous decision.

"This...is truly my most treasured possession!"

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow. "Oh? There's more?"

"Yes! Absolutely!"

Seeing Lin Mo stop, Qian Wancai immediately turned around and jogged to an inconspicuous corner inside the private room.

There was a landscape painting hanging there, and he reached out and touched it for a moment.

With a soft "click," the wall caved in, revealing a dark, hidden compartment.

Qian Wancai's expression became extremely solemn. From the hidden compartment, he took out a completely black wooden box with both hands.

The box is covered with dark copper plates at its four corners, giving it an ancient and heavy feel, as if it has been weighed down by time.

He placed the box on the table and brushed away the dust with his sleeve, a gesture full of ritual.

"My lord, please look at the nine fairies!"

Qian Wancai opened the box, and inside was not a blueprint, but an extremely exquisite scroll.

The scroll slowly unfurled, revealing a magnificent mansion before everyone's eyes.

"This residence... no, this is the 'Dingbei Prefecture'! The former residence of the General Who Guards the North!"

"This mansion covers a full eighty acres! The front courtyard is for meetings, the central courtyard for living quarters, with dozens of courtyards and hundreds of rooms! Even if you married dozens more, it wouldn't be enough to accommodate your nine wives!"

"The most impressive part is the backyard, which is a huge training ground! It has everything: sword and spear racks, a horse racing track, and archery targets! It's said to have been used by the great general to train his personal guards!"

"The entire mansion, with its pavilions, terraces, artificial hills, and flowing water, is practically a miniature palace!"

Lin Mo's eyes lit up instantly.

Hundreds of rooms!

Isn't this the sacred place of "cultivation" he's been dreaming of?

Qin Ruxue, who was standing next to him, stopped breathing when she heard the introduction of the "Martial Arts Arena".

She turned her head sharply, her beautiful eyes sparkling, and without thinking, she grabbed Lin Mo's arm.

Almost simultaneously, Lin Mo's heart skipped a beat.

Qin Ruxue's intimacy level +1

"Lin Mo! Martial Arts Arena!"

Qin Ruxue's voice carried a hint of barely suppressed excitement, "From now on, I..."

She realized her mistake halfway through her sentence, her pretty face flushed slightly, and she quickly corrected herself:

"I mean, you can practice martial arts there from now on!"

Lin Mo felt the soft touch on his arm, but his mind was completely elsewhere.

Did you add a little?

He forcibly kissed Su Qingyue that night, and it only grew a little.

I just scratched someone's arm today, and they did it on their own initiative, and my score immediately increased by two points.

Isn't Qin Ruxue's point of excitement a bit strange?

As Lin Mo pondered this, his other hand unconsciously covered Qin Ruxue's small hand.

Her small hands were soft yet firm, with an excellent feel, so that he couldn't help but gently knead them as soon as he touched them.

Qin Ruxue's intimacy level +2

Holy crap!?

Lin Mo's eye twitched violently.

Two more points were added? Can they be stacked up like that?

He seems to have found the secret to wealth!

"Lin Mo, Lin Mo!"

Seeing that he didn't react for a long time and was just staring blankly at his hands, Qin Ruxue grabbed his arm and shook it hard again.

Lin Mo was brought back to his senses by her movements. Looking at her pretty face flushed with excitement, he felt a pang of emotion, but he didn't stop stroking her face. He gently comforted her, "Don't rush, don't rush, let me study it some more."

Qin Ruxue's intimacy level +1

Lin Mo's smile froze.

"?"

Why did it drop?

Wasn't it just +2? And now it's resistance?

Lin Mo was completely baffled by his sister.

Little did Qin Ruxue know that she was only now realizing the inappropriate actions of his hands.

She suddenly realized that she had just been...too excited!

In front of so many sisters, grabbing Lin Mo's arm and shaking it was simply... indecent!

Especially Lin Mo's final, forceful caress made her tense all over.

"Whoosh!"

Qin Ruxue withdrew her hand in a flash, her pretty face instantly turning bright red. She abruptly turned her head away, no longer daring to look at anyone.

The atmosphere in the private room instantly became subtle.

The other sisters-in-law either looked down at their teacups or looked up at the roof beams, but each had an unconcealable smile on their lips.

They had never seen their usually aloof second sister act like a young woman experiencing first love.

Qian Wancai didn't care about these romantic feelings; he only saw Lin Mo's expression change from excitement to blankness, and then to expressionlessness, and his heart sank to the bottom.

He nervously rubbed his hands together, barely daring to breathe.

If this deal goes through, it could feed him for the rest of his life!

Even if I have to kneel, I will make this deal happen today!

Lin Mo glanced at the embarrassed Qin Ruxue, then looked at Qian Wancai who was about to have a heart attack from anxiety, and made up his mind.

He slowly picked up the teacup on the table, which had gone cold, and brought it to his lips, only to find that it was empty.

"Manager Qian."

Lin Mo spoke calmly.

"Yes, sir! Your humble servant is here!"

Qian Wancai was startled and quickly bowed forward.

"The tea is gone."

"Ah? Oh dear! I'm so sorry! I'll get you a replacement right away!"

Qian Wancai quickly removed the old tea set and personally brewed a cup of top-quality pre-rain Longjing tea, presenting it with both hands.

Lin Mo slowly took the teacup, blew on it to cool it down, and took a small sip.

Take another sip.

Qian Wancai stood to the side, feeling as if he were being fried in a pan of oil, and his smile was almost impossible to maintain.

Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer, took half a step forward, and cautiously asked, "Master... what do you think of Dingbei Prefecture... are you satisfied with it?"

All eyes in the private room were focused on Lin Mo.

Lin Mo put down the teacup, and the bottom of the cup collided with the table, making a crisp "tap" sound.

He raised his eyes and spoke slowly.

"This place is really nice."

Qian Wancai was overjoyed upon hearing this, but was about to speak when Lin Mo's next words cut him off.

"But I'm just curious, how come such a great location has been sitting empty and unsold?"