C22 A Hundred Million a Year

The real estate agent's jaw dropped. A villa for twenty million yuan. With ten villas, that's a staggering two hundred million yuan!

That kind of money could buy an entire residential building. Yet here he was, spending it on just a few villas.

Kong Keji's face froze in shock, his inner voice screaming, "You're insane! I thought I was being extravagant offering an extra five million yuan, but you're ready to drop two hundred million. Who's the real madman here?"

Despite his unwavering loyalty to Zhao Su, Keji couldn't suppress his urge to speak out.

Liang Yiyi acted with incredible speed, spending two hundred million yuan in an instant. Now, all the villas belonged to Zhao Su!

"Big Brother, are you really sure you want to spend two hundred million yuan on just a few houses? My dad has never spent that much," Keji couldn't help but advise.

"I want all of them. One villa for my assistant, the rest for my parents. If they ever want to move, they can choose another place. Any problems with that?" Zhao Su replied.

Watching Zhao Su's calm demeanor, Keji swallowed hard and exclaimed, "You really are like a father to me!"

Zhao Su nodded and said, "My good son."

"The Host is incredibly impressive!"

"I want to have your children."

"You're so cool. When can I just wave my hand and buy all the houses like that?"

"Did you see that rich second generation calling him 'dad' over there?"

The live broadcast room was filled with praise.

After the house purchase, the man's livestream room experienced a significant boost in viewership.

Zhao Su was pleased with the increasing Popularity Value.

Keji took his leave, but before he did, he handed over a gold business card, insisting that Zhao Su contact him for any issues in Zroshire.

Though it might have been a boast, Zhao Su accepted the card without hesitation—it could come in handy later on.

At that moment, Xiao Wenmiao approached Zhao Su and said, "Mr. Zhao Su, I have something I need to discuss with you."

Zhao Su coolly replied, "I was just looking for you. Let's talk over there."

Xiao Wenmiao was taken aback by his words, but she followed Zhao Su to a more private spot, the gentle breeze rustling the nearby foliage.

Upon hearing his words, Xiao Wenmiao was quite taken aback. Nevertheless, she obediently followed Zhao Su to a secluded corner. A gentle breeze rustled the nearby branches as Zhao Su cleared his throat and, fixing his gaze on a small flowerbed beside the villa, said, "I'm a straightforward person. I would like you to come work with me on a project. Would you be willing to accept?"

Xiao Wenmiao's mouth dropped open in astonishment. She looked somewhat dazed but undeniably attractive in her bewilderment. Seeing that she hadn't responded, Zhao Su added, "As for your salary, we can talk terms. How does one hundred million yuan a year sound? We can discuss bonuses later."

One hundred million yuan?

Xiao Wenmiao covered her mouth with her hand, shocked. As a senior customer manager at the Construction Bank, her annual earnings were only a few million yuan.

Xiao Wenmiao was secretly eager to leave her current position. She had to manage relationships with various clients, most of whom were part of the rich second generation. Upsetting such wealthy individuals was a risk she couldn't take, as they often made unreasonable demands, leveraging her attractiveness to their advantage.

Her supervisor was indifferent to her predicament. As long as she was attracting capital, he expected her to entertain these affluent businessmen at any cost.

Xiao Wenmiao was weary of this life, and Zhao Su's offer appeared to be a lifeline, especially after she had seen how Kong Keji had earlier complied with Zhao Su's requests without hesitation. This reinforced her determination to make a change.

Before she could express her intentions, Zhao Su had already laid out his generous proposal, offering an annual salary of one hundred million yuan.