My son is a reincarnated soul; I overheard his inner thoughts and became the richest man.

Two days later, Chen Feng set foot on the land of Shanghai once again.

This time, his goal was clear—to buy a house.

With over two million yuan in cash flow in hand, in the Shanghai real estate market of 1999, he was like a powerful dragon crossing the river.

Chen Feng didn't go to remote areas; instead, he headed straight for new housing developments in Pudong and near the Bund.

"Sir, are you here to view the apartment?"

As soon as I entered a sales office, a saleswoman in a business suit came up to me.

Her name is Wang Qian, she is in her early twenties and has only recently entered the industry.

She was wearing a well-tailored black suit skirt, and the buttons of her white shirt were undone tightly, making her amazing bust and chest look very defined.

The skirt was very short, barely covering the top of her thighs, and below were a pair of long, straight, and shapely legs encased in flesh-colored stockings, with eight-centimeter black high heels on her feet.

Although Wang Qian saw that Chen Feng was driving an Audi, he came alone and without any female companions, so she wasn't sure if he really wanted to buy it.

"Just browsing." Chen Feng's gaze swept over her.

This girl is indeed quite attractive; her face is a bit chubby, but her figure is undeniably hot.

Especially when she bent down to get him the floor plan, her hips filled out her skirt in a full shape, and the collar of her white shirt was slightly open, revealing a patch of delicate, snow-white skin.

"Sir, this is our newly launched river-view apartment, 120 square meters, priced at 3,200 per square meter..."

Wang Qian's voice was sweet, and she moved closer to Chen Feng, intentionally or unintentionally, a faint scent of perfume wafting over.

Chen Feng glanced at the floor plan and then looked at the model.

"I want this building, and this one, these locations." Chen Feng pointed on the model. "And those secondhand houses in the old town area, you handle that too, right? Keep an eye out for them for me, I want the kind with a yard."

Wang Qian was stunned, blinking her big eyes twice, not quite understanding: "Sir, which set do you...which one do you want?"

"Not which set."

Chen Feng lit a cigarette, his eyes calm. "There are a few more units on this floor, making a total of five. Also, find me five more secondhand apartments in good locations."

"Ten sets in total."

"How...how much?!"

The floor plan in Wang Qian's hand fell to the ground with a "clatter".

She's only been in the industry for half a month, and she's seen people buying houses, but she's never seen anyone doing this kind of wholesale buying like they're buying cabbages!

Ten sets?!

That commission alone could buy her a toilet in Shanghai!

"B-Big brother, you're not joking, are you?"

Wang Qian blushed with excitement, her breathing became rapid, and her chest heaved violently, as if the buttons on her clothes might pop off at any moment.

"I'm not joking."

Chen Feng exhaled a smoke ring, "But I have one condition: everything must be financed through a loan, and I want the down payment to be kept to a minimum."

Although I have more than two million yuan, it would be difficult to buy ten sets out in full, since I still need to keep some working capital.

Moreover, in this era, loan policies are very lenient, and it would be foolish not to use leverage.

"No problem! Absolutely no problem!"

At this moment, Wang Qian looked at Chen Feng as if she were looking at her own father.

She didn't even bother to pick up the blueprints on the ground; she grabbed Chen Feng's arm and pressed herself against him.

My arm sank into something soft, the sensation was amazing.

"Brother, please go to the VIP room and I'll get you some coffee!"

For the next five days, Chen Feng became the absolute god of this sales office.

Wang Qian worked tirelessly to secure this big order, running around so much that her legs became noticeably thinner.

In the end, all ten houses were acquired.

Two luxury riverfront homes on the Bund, four properties in the Pudong New Area with potential for development, and four school district properties in the old city.

The total price was close to three million, but Chen Feng only paid a down payment of less than one million, and the rest was all financed through bank loans.

Holding a thick stack of purchase contracts and loan agreements, Chen Feng felt incredibly at ease.

This isn't debt; it's clearly a ticket to the future.

......

After snapping up ten apartments in Shanghai, Chen Feng didn't rush to Beijing or Guangzhou to "buy more."

Taking too big a step can easily lead to disaster; once you have a house, you need to stabilize the rear.

Five days ago, Chen Feng had Zhao Kai register at the Shanghai Talent Market.

Zhao Kai, this tech geek, was only responsible for collecting resumes and initial screening; the real decision-making still had to be made by Chen Feng himself.

This time, he's going to build his own "Imperial Guard": an experienced accountant, a general manager who can coordinate all the branches, and a personal... oh no, a personal assistant.

To this end, Chen Feng paid a scalper to expedite the registration of a new company – "Storm Network Technology Co., Ltd."

It sounds much more sophisticated than any internet cafe.

The interview took place in the VIP room at the Xuhui branch.

Leather sofas and central air conditioning give it a bit of a boss's air about it.

Looking at the thick stack of resumes in his hand, Chen Feng lit a cigarette, feeling quite pleased with himself.

They were all undergraduate students.

Back in 99, undergraduates were considered the cream of the crop, and they were usually arrogant and disdainful of others.

Now they are obediently queuing outside, waiting for their turn to be chosen.

The reason is none other than Chandor.

Chen Feng offered a salary that was half again as high as the average in Shanghai!

The first person to be confirmed was the finance manager.

Old Wu, in his early forties, used to be the head of the finance department at the No. 3 State-owned Cotton Mill.

The factory went bankrupt, and with elderly parents and young children to support, he was in a state of great anxiety.

Although he felt that internet cafe companies were a bit "low-class", he couldn't refuse the base salary of 2,500 yuan offered by Chen Feng.

These honest, reliable, and skilled middle-aged people are the most trustworthy to work with.

Next up is the operations manager.

The woman who came in was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, named Lin Wan.

She was wearing a dark gray business suit, gold-rimmed glasses, and her hair was styled in a bun, exuding a shrewd and capable aura.

Although I only graduated from a second-tier university, I worked as a workshop director in a Taiwanese-owned electronics factory.

Lin Wan has a full figure, and the skirt suit seems to be a size too small, clinging tightly to her body.

Especially when she sits down, her buttocks make the skirt look round and full, and her thighs, wrapped in flesh-colored stockings, are tightly pressed together, with an alluring sheen at the knees.

Chen Feng asked a few simple questions about hardware wear and tear and staff scheduling, to which Lin Wan answered fluently and even offered some suggestions on network administrator performance evaluation.

"Not bad, you're good at both technology and management." Chen Feng's gaze lingered on the tightly buttoned shirt for a second. "Monthly salary: three thousand. One-month probation period. Start work tomorrow."

Lin Wan's eyes lit up, and she quickly stood up and bowed, the snow-white collar trembling slightly.

With your right-hand men secured, the next major task is finding a personal assistant.

The door was gently pushed open, and a delicate fragrance of gardenias wafted in.

"Hello Mr. Chen, my name is Su Qing, and I'm here to apply for the assistant position."

Chen Feng looked up, his eyes freezing for a moment.

Superb.

The girl in front of me was probably twenty-three or twenty-four years old. She had a pure and innocent face, like a first love, and her skin was as white as porcelain.

But her figure has a devilish curve that is completely inconsistent with her face.

She was wearing a simple white shirt and a black pencil skirt.

The shirt fabric seemed somewhat thin, and under the light, the outline of the underwear could be vaguely seen through it.

What's most striking is her extremely thin waist, which makes her ample bosom appear even more prominent.

Beneath the skirt were a pair of long, straight, beautiful legs, encased in ultra-thin black stockings, with slender ankles and black pointed high heels.

Chen Feng glanced down at the resume.

"Shanghai University of Finance and Economics? Marketing major?"