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

Lin Mo's question was like a needle, precisely piercing through all the superficiality that Qian Wancai had touted.

The smile on his face froze.

His eyes began to wander, and his tongue became tied in knots.

"Sir... well... to be honest, this house... has some feng shui considerations."

"This General Dingbei... as you know, was executed along with his entire family for rebelling."

Qian Wancai forced a smile.

"So, this house has a lot of inauspicious energy and yin energy! Ordinary people with weak enough birth charts simply can't handle it!"

"But you're different!"

He then changed the subject and began to praise.

"You are clearly an extraordinary person, a dragon among men, with auspicious energy flowing from the east! Someone of your stature living here will surely transform misfortune into good fortune, and your luck will soar to the heavens!"

Qian Wancai spoke in a very flowery and eloquent manner.

Lin Mo didn't even lift his eyelids. He simply picked up his teacup and gently blew on the non-existent tea leaves.

"Manager Qian."

His voice was calm.

"Do you really think I'm a three-year-old who doesn't understand anything?"

Qian Wancai's heart skipped a beat.

"Sir, sir, why do you say that? I... I've told the truth in every word, without the slightest deception!"

"Then let me ask you, what is this Dingbei Prefecture?"

Lin Mo's gaze finally fell on him.

"Yes……"

Qian Wancai's voice trailed off, "Was it... the residence of a general whose property was confiscated after a rebellion?"

"Then let me ask you again, how does the law of the Great Xia Dynasty deal with the property of disgraced officials?"

Qian Wancai was completely speechless.

Lin Mo spoke for him.

"According to the law, confiscated items are put into public possession and sold by the Imperial Household Department. All proceeds are deposited into the national treasury."

"Where did you get this land deed?"

Lin Mo's voice wasn't loud, but every word struck Qian Wancai's heart.

"Was it... taken from the Imperial Household Department...?"

Qian Wancai's voice was so weak it sounded like a mosquito's buzz.

"Bought?"

Lin Mo smiled, put down his teacup, and decided not to argue with him about such trivial matters.

"Okay, then it'll be considered that you took the picture."

"Then let me ask you, among all the civil and military officials, and even the imperial relatives in this city, who would dare to buy a general's mansion that has just been wiped out along with his entire family?"

"Does he think he's living too long, or does he want to present the current emperor with a grand gift of 'I sympathize with this sinful subject'?"

"If a merchant buys it, they might be falsely accused of plotting a rebellion by their competitors the very next day."

"If an official buys it, he'll probably be impeached by his colleagues the very next day for having ties to the party."

Even those wealthy royal relatives would have to think twice before staying in such a place, lest it tarnish their reputation and displease the emperor.

"So, if we don't leave this mansion untouched for at least ten or eight years, until the heat completely dies down, who will dare to touch it?"

With each word Lin Mo spoke, Qian Wancai's face grew paler.

Lin Mo completely exposed his little schemes.

A year ago, the Dingbei General's mansion was raided. He managed to "intercept" the land deed by secretly bribing a large sum of money with his kinship with one of the officials who raided the mansion.

He thought he had gotten a great deal—this was Dingbei Prefecture! He could sell it for 100,000 or 200,000 and live a life of luxury for the rest of his days!

But who knew it was a sinkhole!

For a whole year, let alone selling them, as soon as he took out the blueprints, people didn't even dare to ask the price and would turn around and leave.

To prevent this huge mansion from falling into disrepair, he had to pay out of his own pocket to have it cleaned and maintained every month.

Over the course of a year, the maintenance costs alone caused him to have toothaches every night!

Dingbei Prefecture is now a huge boulder weighing on his heart, making it hard for him to breathe.

"Master..."

Qian Wancai's face fell, filled with worry.

It’s over.

We finally got a lucky break, but it looks like it's going to fall through again...

Lin Mo saw that the time was right before he spoke.

"Well, forget it. I see you've had a tough time. Name a reasonable price... and I'll think about it?"

Before he finished speaking, Lin Mo began slowly taking things out.

Snapped.

Snapped.

Snapped……

He neatly stacked thick gold bars on the rosewood table, and soon they formed a dazzling little mountain.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, reflecting a dazzling light onto the golden mountain.

Inside the private room.

Not only Qian Wancai, but even the nine beauties behind Lin Mo held their breath.

Although they came from distinguished backgrounds, they had never seen such a... crude and direct display of wealth.

There were only a few at the counter a moment ago, but now...

There were a full twenty gold bars, each weighing a full fifty taels!

"This...this..."

Qian Wancai stared at the table full of golden food, his tongue lolling out. He swallowed hard, his mind completely blank.

He instinctively grabbed Lin Mo's arm, his voice trembling.

"Sir, the original price... no, the original price was eight... no, seven... sixty thousand! Sir! Sixty thousand taels! Just let me break even!"

Lin Mo didn't even look at him, but simply extended one finger.

"Ten thousand."

The voice wasn't loud, but it was resolute.

Qian Wancai almost choked and collapsed.

Ten thousand taels!?

This isn't even enough to cover the money he spent on bribes back then and the maintenance fees for this year!

This isn't haggling; this is cutting into his flesh and drinking his blood!

Lin Mo ignored his reaction and slowly put the gold bars on the table back into his pocket one by one.

"If you sell, we'll draw up a contract right now, and the money and goods will be settled."

"It's fine if you don't want to sell."

Lin Mo stood up and dusted off non-existent dust from his sleeves.

"I'll go to 'Tong Si Hai' in the south of the city or 'An Jia Fang' in the west of the city. I'm sure I can find something suitable there."

After saying that, he turned and left.

This series of movements was so fluid and fast that Qian Wancai couldn't react at all.

As the mountain of gold disappeared and the God of Wealth turned to leave, Qian Wancai's mind went blank, and his reason completely collapsed.

"Sir! Sir! Please wait! Please wait!"

He darted to the doorway and spread his arms wide again, blocking the way.

"Sir, the price...we can discuss the price some more! Please don't leave!"

"If you add a little more, I'm sincerely selling, and you're sincerely buying, wouldn't that make the deal?"

Lin Mo stopped and turned to look at him.

Qian Wancai's face scrunched up like a bitter gourd, and he was almost about to cry.

"Sir, could you... could you add some more?"

"As long as you don't make me lose money—no! As long as you don't make me lose too much—I'll sell this mansion to you!"

Lin Mo looked troubled.

"Oh dear... Manager Qian, I'm not exactly flush with cash either..."

"Besides, buying this mansion is quite risky; who knows what trouble might arise in the future..."

"Master..."

Qian Wancai grabbed Lin Mo's arm, staring at him expectantly, almost kneeling down.

Lin Mo seemed to have gone through a fierce internal struggle before finally gritting his teeth.

"Sigh! Well, Manager Qian seems like an honest man... how about this?"

He pulled a neatly folded property deed from his pocket.

"This is a house in the south of the city. I bought it for ten thousand taels of silver, but I don't like the layout."

"I'll give you a discount of five thousand taels, plus ten thousand taels in cash, making it fifteen thousand taels. If you sell, we'll sign the contract right now. If you don't sell, I'll leave right now and never look back."

Fifteen thousand?

Qian Wancai's eyes lit up, and he quickly rushed over to pick up the house deed.

But when he saw the address and the original owner's signature on the property deed, his pupils suddenly contracted!

Wang Erba?!

A local tyrant in the south of the city, the local bully of the Batian Gang?

Qian Wancai's heart began to pound.

The notorious Ba Tian gang members, how did their house end up in this guy's hands?

Wait a minute, it was bought for ten thousand taels.

Ah, no wonder.

As the manager of the brokerage firm, he naturally knew that although the house was a large four-courtyard residence, it was located in a slum area and was worth at most five or six thousand taels of silver. This gentleman had clearly been ripped off.

But if this house were in my hands...

I can buy up all the cheap land around here and then expand the house!

Even in a slum, if the scale is large enough, the price can be several times higher!

In addition, 10,000 taels of silver...

Maybe... we can even make a small profit?

On the other hand, Dingbei Prefecture in our hands is a bottomless pit. If this drags on any longer, the entire Wantong Brokerage will be worn down!

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Qian Wancai's mind.

"What? Still not working?"

Lin Mo's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Then I won't make things difficult for Manager Qian."

With that, Lin Mo lifted his leg to leave again.

"Okay! Okay!"

Qian Wancai was startled and quickly gripped the house deed tightly, fearing that Lin Mo would change his mind.

He quickly drew a conclusion.

This deal is a must!

"Sir! Please wait a moment, I'll process your paperwork right away!"

Qian Wancai deftly produced a new contract, his handwriting flowing smoothly, before nervously asking, "May I ask your surname, sir?"

"His surname is Lin, Lin Mo."

Forest?

The Lin family, who were demoted to this place a few years ago?

Qian Wancai was startled, but immediately lowered his head and wrote "Lin Mo" in the buyer's column.

If it doesn't concern you, don't ask questions.

Sign, mark, or press your fingerprint.

Lin Mo pushed the gold bars and Wang Erba's house deed over.

With trembling hands, Qian Wancai respectfully presented the new land deed for "Dingbei Prefecture".

"Sir, this already bears the seal of our Wantong Real Estate Brokerage Firm; the authorities recognize it. Please keep it safe. From this day forward, this mansion is yours!"

Lin Mo took the contract paper, the ink still wet, and rubbed the rough paper between his fingertips.

So this means... having a home in this world?