We offered you a summer job, but you went and became a mercenary?

Beside the model in the center of the hall, a sales manager in a suit and tie was holding a coffee cup.

His gaze swept over the Lin family of three who walked in.

Lin Ye, dressed in a bespoke suit, certainly exuded an extraordinary aura.

But the faded old clothes Lin Jianguo and Chen Hui were wearing, and the cloth shoes they were even wearing costing only a few dozen yuan, immediately made the sales manager's judgment.

This is at most a nouveau riche who brought his rural parents to the city to broaden their horizons.

The manager put down his coffee cup and slowly walked over.

With a professional fake smile on his face, he didn't even gesture for her to sit down, let alone offer her water.

"How many of you are looking at the apartments?" The manager looked Lin Jianguo up and down. "Our Royal Bay focuses on exclusive communities and quality. Even the smallest unit starts at 200 square meters, with a total price of 20 million yuan. The property management fee alone is over 100,000 yuan a year."

He pointed outside: "If you're on a tight budget, turn left when you go out and there's a real estate agency there. They should have something suitable for you."

Lin Jianguo's face stiffened, and he nervously rubbed the corner of his clothes with both hands.

Lin Ye reached out and pulled his father behind him.

Faced with this kind of salesperson who looks down on people.

Without wasting any words, Lin Ye pulled out a UBS anonymous black card from his pocket.

The card is entirely black, with a ring of dark gold patterns inlaid around the edge.

Snapped!

The black card was slammed heavily onto the glass round table next to it.

"Enough with the nonsense. I want to buy your largest and best-viewed penthouse, cash on delivery."

The manager stared at the card on the table, paused for a moment, and then curled his lip.

"Young man, trying to act like a big shot with some unknown foreign currency card? We don't support credit card overdrafts here." The manager muttered as he picked up the POS machine next to him. "I'd like to see how much money you can actually swipe from this card."

He entered the query command on the machine and swiped the black card on the side.

The screen lights up and begins reading data.

"drop!"

The settlement system connection was successful.

A long string of numbers popped up on the screen.

One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand, hundred thousand, million, ten million, hundred million, billion, billion...

The manager's eyes widened instantly, his eyeballs almost touching the screen.

9400000000.00 USD!

Nine billion!

It's still in US dollars!

That's equivalent to over 600 small goals in Chinese currency!

This amount of money is more than enough to buy not only one prime apartment, but also the entire Royal Bay complex and build three more!

The manager's legs went weak, and the POS machine in his hand fell to the ground.

He pulled out a silk handkerchief from his suit pocket and frantically wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

The arrogance and indifference from before vanished instantly.

Those who can hold this level of black card are definitely the heads of multinational conglomerates with immense influence and connections!

I just asked him to buy a second-hand house!

"Sir! You are a magnanimous person, please don't bother with a blind man like me who looks down on people!" The manager wished he could slap himself twice.

He scrambled to his feet, bent over at a ninety-degree angle, and stretched out his hand straight. "This way, please! VIP elevator! I'll personally take you to see the exclusive 68th-floor penthouse!"

A few minutes later.

A private elevator goes directly to the 68th floor.

The elevator doors opened, revealing a luxurious 500-square-meter apartment.

The entire house features smart home technology, handcrafted furniture imported from Italy, and huge panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows offering a breathtaking view of the bustling nightscape of half the provincial capital.

Chen Hui and Lin Jianguo stood in the center of the living room, so excited they didn't know where to put their hands.

This house was like a dragon palace to them.

"Mr. Lin, this prime unit is priced at fifty million, fully furnished. You can move in immediately." The manager bowed, holding a purchase contract and a Montblanc pen in both hands, and respectfully handed them to Lin Ye. "You just need to sign, and I'll handle all the remaining formalities myself. It won't take up a single minute of your time!"

Lin Ye was very satisfied with the house.

The space is large enough, the sound insulation is excellent, and most importantly, there are no messy neighbors around.

He took the pen, removed the cap, and prepared to sign the contract.

Just as the pen tip was about to touch the paper.

"Bang!"

The heavy solid wood door of the model room was kicked open from the outside in an extremely rough manner.

Several ancient martial arts practitioners with gloomy auras and bulging temples swaggered in.

They surrounded a young man wearing a floral shirt with an arrogant expression.

The young man chewed his gum, his gaze passing directly past Lin Ye and landing on the huge panoramic floor-to-ceiling window.

"This must be the king unit in Royal Bay, right? The view is pretty good." The young man spat out his chewing gum and pointed arrogantly at the purchase contract. "This unit is mine. All you nobodies, get lost."

"Which bastard...?"

The sales manager was startled and was about to yell at him when he suddenly realized he knew the man.

Yang Hao is the only son of the ancient martial arts Yang family in Jiangnan Province.

He usually walks around the provincial capital with an air of superiority, and even entrepreneurs with assets worth billions of yuan have to give him a wide berth.

On the other hand, there are super-rich people who can casually spend nearly 10 billion US dollars!

The manager steeled himself and rushed over, standing in front of the glass table, bending extremely low.

"Young Master Yang, what brings you here today?" The manager, sweating profusely, pointed to Lin Ye beside him. "This penthouse, Mr. Lin is already prepared to sign the contract with full payment; the money is all ready. Or perhaps you'd like to take a look at the duplex downstairs…"

Snapped!

Yang Hao slapped the manager across the face.

The manager spun around halfway, his face instantly swelling up, his mouth cracked and bleeding, and he stumbled back several steps before falling onto the sofa.

"When did it become someone else's turn to pick what's left over when I'm buying things?"

Yang Hao spat and glanced around the living room.

He immediately spotted Lin Wanquan and Chen Hui standing to the side.

The elderly couple wore faded old coats and cloth shoes that cost only a few dozen yuan.

Yang Hao covered his nose with a look of disgust and waved his hand.

"Now just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can come into Royal Bay? Where did this country bumpkin come from, getting my carpet dirty!"

Yang Hao snorted coldly, releasing the aura of a martial artist at the early stage of Dark Force without reservation.

An extremely oppressive aura instantly enveloped the entire hall.

The air seemed to thicken.

Lin Wanquan and Chen Hui were just ordinary people; how could they withstand the pressure from ancient martial arts practitioners?

The elderly couple were deathly pale, their chests felt tight, and they had difficulty breathing. Their legs trembled as they backed away.

Chen Hui gripped Lin Ye's arm tightly, her voice trembling.

"Son... how about we leave? Let's not buy this house. Let's not cause trouble..."

Lin Ye stood still, his breathing rate remaining unchanged.

He took Chen Hui's hand in his own and patted it twice, instantly dispelling the martial arts pressure that enveloped his parents.

"Mom, it's okay."

Lin Wanquan and Chen Hui took a deep breath of fresh air, and their expressions finally calmed down.