C5 A Three Billion Yuan House I Bought It!

Welcome to Chamu Real Estate, the pinnacle of luxury villa living in Z City. Here, residents are the crème de la crème, wealthy and distinguished without exception. The grandeur of the property's entrance alone is a testament to its opulence, shining with a brilliance that sets it apart.

Saitama, treading these grounds, felt the weight of the luxury around him, holding his breath as if to avoid disturbing the air of affluence. Without Cello Everett by his side, he would never have ventured into such an illustrious place.

"Welcome," greeted the receptionist, her smile as warm as her demeanor, prompting a blush to creep across Saitama's cheeks.

"Teacher, maybe we should leave," Saitama suggested, his discomfort evident.

Cello Everett merely smiled and shook his head, noting the naivety of a younger, hairier Saitama. Such a minor spectacle had him rattled, but in the grand scheme, where power reigned supreme, what was money but a trivial matter?

With a chuckle, Cello Everett guided Saitama toward the sales area of Chamu Real Estate, a stark contrast to the bustling welcome zone. This space was serene, reminiscent of an upscale café where guests could savor their coffee while a dedicated real estate consultant presented the property offerings. And it was impossible not to notice that the female agents here possessed a beauty that surpassed even those at the reception.

"Boss Li, each of these row villas is going for just six million—a very reasonable price, don't you think?" the consultant asked with a radiant smile, pitching the properties to a portly middle-aged tycoon.

Boss Li, a billionaire, mulled over the decision. He was in the market for a secret love nest for his mistress, and six million seemed like a fair price. He was on the verge of agreement when...

"Brother Li, I can't stand it!" whined a flamboyantly made-up woman in his embrace. "These villas offer no privacy whatsoever. Aren't you worried I'll be on display for all to see?"

Saitama, his face flushed, muttered under his breath, "Seems like we're almost there already."

The woman shot Saitama a withering look, her complaint unabated. "Honey, do you think she's offering you such a cheap villa because she's looking down on you?"

Boss Li's expression soured at the insinuation. For a businessman, reputation is everything, and regardless of the consultant's intentions, such remarks could not be allowed to circulate.

Boss Li's face turned stormy.

"Just a villa? I, Lay, can certainly afford it."

"Bring me something better!"

At his words, the beautiful consultant's expression darkened.

She had suggested a row of villas, after all.

She had seen right through that flashy woman as nothing more than a mistress.

Was she trying to save Lay some money, out of consideration for him?

Instead, she got an earful.

"Better, you say?"

The consultant scoffed and slapped down a brochure.

Emblazoned on the cover was a grand, manor-style villa.

"This is the finest manor villa from Chuan Mei."

"Nearly one hectare in size, with a price tag of three billion."

"How about it, Boss Li?"

Lay was at a loss for words.

Sure, he had billions in assets, but most were tied up in real estate.

Having a few tens of millions in liquid assets was already impressive.

Three billion!

He couldn't come up with that kind of cash if his life depended on it.

The other consultants, who had arrived on the scene, quickly tried to defuse the situation.

"Boss Li, no need to worry. This manor is more of a showpiece for Chuan Mei. After all, three billion is..."

They didn't get to finish.

"I'll take it!"

A languid voice cut through the tension.

Cello Everett stepped forward from the crowd.

Everyone froze.

Lay was startled. Who was this person with such audacity?

To buy a three-billion manor on a whim?

When he saw that the speaker was just a casually dressed young man.

Lay's irritation flared.

"Scram, scram, scram! Whose unlucky brat is spouting nonsense here?"

"Just three billion, and you think it's worth my, Cello Everett's, time to talk nonsense?"

Cello Everett let out a cold, mocking laugh, "If you can't afford it, then do me a favor and step aside!"

Cello Everett had no interest in wasting time with Lay.

He was ready to make the payment.

"Click, clack, click."

A tall, striking young woman approached, her high heels echoing.

"Miss Melinde."

The advisors gasped, their voices a mix of shock and reverence as they bowed their heads.

Melinde Real Estate was so named because...

The owner's daughter was none other than Melinde herself.