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The interior layout of the main house is much more spacious than it appears from the outside.

The first floor features a huge, open-plan living room with a ceiling height of nearly six meters. A full-length, one-way bulletproof window allows natural light and bamboo shadows to stream into the room without reservation, while also providing excellent privacy.

Unlike the rustic exterior with its blue bricks and gray tiles, the interior decoration is a sophisticated new Chinese style.

The floorboards are made of top-quality, temperature-controlled solid wood flooring, pieced together from a single piece. The warm, smooth texture completely isolates the floor from the dampness of the mountain forest.

Passing the intricately carved rosewood screen in the center of the hall, the spacious interior is cleverly divided into several distinct yet undisturbed areas, vividly illustrating the concept of "extravagant seclusion."

The first thing that catches the eye is a sunken, circular bar counter, and behind it, an embedded, temperature-controlled wine cabinet that occupies an entire wall.

Under the dim, luxurious ambient lighting, hundreds of bottles of top-quality wines are displayed in an orderly fashion.

From vintage Romanée-Conti and Mouton Rothschild to limited edition Macallan whiskies, and even a few bottles of specially made aged baijiu that can only be seen at top auctions.

The wine cabinet also features a large cigar humidor, neatly filled with boxes of Cuban Cohiba.

"My goodness..." Zheng Hao's eyes widened instantly when he saw the wine cabinet.

His eyes were glued to the frameless glass door as he swallowed hard. "This isn't just a wine cabinet, it's a walking money-printing machine! Brother Xiao, just one bottle of this would be enough for a down payment on a house in Jiangyang County, right?"

Moreover, pushing open a hidden door to the left of the bar seamlessly transitions the atmosphere from classical elegance to a modern, high-tech gaming room.

In this nearly 100-square-meter entertainment space, a custom-made snooker table, entirely imported from the UK, sits in the center.

The surrounding area was filled with all sorts of random but extremely expensive equipment: a professional-grade racing simulator with six-axis hydraulic feedback, two latest VR immersive gaming pods, and even a fully automatic silent mahjong machine blatantly placed in the corner.

Zhou Yanhuai took a closer look and his eyelids twitched wildly. The mahjong tiles were all made of Hetian jade, white as mutton fat, and warm to the touch. They were clearly the top-grade mutton fat white jade from Hetian.

On the other side of the bar is a fully equipped private home theater.

As soon as the heavy electric soundproof door is pushed open, a dazzling and realistic fiber optic starry sky ceiling appears overhead, and a huge IMAX-level curved anti-glare screen hangs directly in front of you.

The room features six aviation-grade leather first-class sofas that can be reclined in zero gravity, while the walls are equipped with a top-of-the-line Burmester surround sound system. When the volume is turned up, even the floor can feel the powerful resonance.

Besides these core areas, various entertainment items that showcase wealth are scattered in the corners of the first floor of the villa.

The room features a vintage vinyl record player worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, a lush indoor golf simulator practice area, a dedicated equipment room, and a treatment room with two space capsule-style fully enclosed massage chairs.

Looking at everything in this villa, Zheng Hao felt that this was the house he had always dreamed of. No, this was simply the life of a god!

Zheng Hao wandered back and forth between the game room and the constant-temperature wine cabinet, his two eyes simply not enough, wishing he had eight hands to touch each and every one of these things.

"Brother Xiao, from now on, this place will be my second hometown. You can chase me away with a broom, but I won't leave!"

Li Xiao leaned lazily against the sunken bar counter, casually pulled out a bottle of chilled sparkling water, unscrewed it, and took a sip.

"Look at you, so pathetic. This is nothing! The butler has already prepared the rooms upstairs. Since it's still early, play downstairs for a while, and we'll go to the main hot spring later."

Upon hearing Li Xiao's words, Zheng Hao headed straight for the racing simulator.

The six-axis hydraulic platform lurched violently along with the roar of the supercar on the screen. He gripped the steering wheel, screaming as he crashed into three guardrails. Zhou Yanhuai stood by and watched for two minutes, then couldn't help but bend down and point to the brake icon in the lower left corner of the screen: "Don't you ever slow down when you go around corners?"

"Do you even know what it means to bend in a drainage ditch? Let me tell you, a real man never slows down when he bends."

Zhou Yanhuai felt a wave of dizziness wash over him, thinking to himself that Li Xiao's decision not to lend his Niu motorcycle to Zheng Hao was indeed the right one.

"Now I know why Brother Xiao didn't lend you his car. With your skill level, any car would be a waste."

"If you're so good, then you do it!"

Zheng Hao pushed the steering wheel and gave up his seat. He refused to believe that someone who had just gotten his driver's license could be better than him, a veteran driver with three years of experience.

Zhou Yanhuai didn't refuse and actually got in under Zheng Hao's shocked gaze. He then chose the most inconspicuous white Golf GTI, which was quite unremarkable among the luxury cars, at most considered an entry-level car.

Zheng Hao laughed when he saw Zhou Yanhuai choose this car. Could this car possibly outrun his Aston Martin?

Just as Zheng Hao was about to give Zhou Yanhuai a good taunt, he was immediately proven wrong when Zhou Yanhuai's lap time was a full six seconds faster than Zheng Hao's.

Zheng Hao stared at the report card that popped up on the screen, his face turning green.

"Old Zhou, tell me honestly, did you secretly get a racing license?"

Zhou Yanhuai glanced at Zheng Hao, whose face was full of dissatisfaction, and immediately gave him a lesson, "We learned the centripetal force formula in physics class. Before entering the curve, just reduce your speed to within the threshold allowed by the tire friction coefficient."

"I don't understand, but I feel like you're insulting me."

Upon hearing that Teacher Zhou's mini-class was about to start again, Zheng Hao turned around and left without looking back, then buried himself behind the bar, determined to regain his dignity with alcohol.

He crawled into the bar, facing the priceless wine cabinet. He swallowed hard, but ultimately didn't dare to actually uncork those six- or seven-figure vintage wines.

In the end, all I could find was a bottle of craft beer in the refrigerator at the bottom, which I tilted my head back and gulped down about half of it.

"Old Zhou, I'm not trying to criticize you. You know I'm not good at studying, so can you please stop using academic knowledge to attack me?"

Zhou Yanhuai was studying the record player at the moment, without even looking up.

"I'm not using my knowledge to argue with you; I'm just stating objective facts. If you feel like you're being attacked, it means the facts themselves aren't very friendly to you."

"Fine, you're ruthless."

He switched the massage chair to zero gravity mode, floated in a semi-reclining position, and chose to close his eyes and pretend to be dead.

Zhou Yanhuai finally figured out how to use the retro record player. As the needle fell, Chopin's Nocturne in E-flat major flowed from the vinyl record. The piano sound was warm and restrained, echoing in the hall with its distinctly modern Chinese style, creating a surprisingly harmonious atmosphere.

With the support of top-of-the-line panoramic sound system, every pure note seems to come alive, becoming something that can be seen and touched.

Zheng Hao was originally muttering and protesting on the massage chair, but after being immersed in the piano music, his protests turned into soft snoring in less than two minutes.

Zhou Yanhuai stood next to the record player, looking at his brother who had been arguing with him one second and fell asleep the next, and couldn't help but twitch his lips.

"Looks like this kid was really exhausted last night?"

"I don't know, but he got me so drunk last night, I bet he drank a lot himself too. And this morning he got up early to buy me clothes and... Brother Xiao, this kid may not be serious, but he's definitely a hard worker. And about what happened last night, even though it was a bit mean, I don't blame him."

Li Xiao raised an eyebrow but didn't reply.

It's truly rare for him to take the initiative to speak well of Zheng Hao.

It seems that last night's desensitization therapy, although the process was rather brutal, was more effective than expected.

Thinking about the arrangements for the next few days, Li Xiao glanced at Zheng Hao, who was fast asleep, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

"Rat, oh Rat, for the sake of your brother, I can only make you suffer a little longer."