C16 Rescould Pavilion

In contrast, Yang Yu had just experienced his most tranquil night in three months.

As the sun rose the next morning, it marked a new day that felt like a distant memory for Yang Yu and his family.

Upon waking, Yang Yu found his mother, Lyu Huan, had already prepared breakfast.

"Dad, can you speed it up? I need to use the bathroom!" his sister, Yang Manman, called out impatiently from the bathroom door.

Yang Lishan, their father, dealt with chronic constipation, so each morning the family had to wait for him to finish before they could start their own routines.

Observing this affectionate tableau, Yang Yu felt a moistness at the corners of his eyes.

It was only after surviving hardship that he truly appreciated the beauty of a simple life.

Post-breakfast, his parents were bustling about once more.

"Hua Junliang is thinking of house-hunting today. Should we join him?" his mother inquired.

"A house?" Yang Lishan let out a wry chuckle. He had labored tirelessly for decades, and it was only through his company's housing allocation that they had secured a home.

But now, their home was in disrepair and further damaged by Lai San and his cohorts, making it uninhabitable.

"Go ahead and take a look. I'm going to repay the relatives' loans today and then pick up some second-hand furniture. We'll need to make do here for a while longer," Yang Lishan stated.

For Lishan, who had always been diligent, family ties were paramount. With the family's crisis behind them, he was eager to settle his debts immediately.

The prospect of buying a new house wasn't a priority for him.

He knew all too well that purchasing a home wasn't an overnight affair—it would take at least two years to finalize the deal and another six months for renovations. Even with the funds, it would be three years before the Yang family could move into a new place.

For now, they had to continue living in their current home.

Reaching the ground floor, they saw Hua Junliang had already brought his car around.

The modest Volkswagen, valued at less than a hundred thousand yuan, seemed rather modest by today's standards.

"One car isn't enough for all of us. Yuyan, Yushi, you two will need to hail a cab!" Hua Junliang directed.

The Hua sisters gave a slight nod, showing no objection, as Aunt Qin Yanfen ushered Lyu Huan and Yang Manman into the vehicle.

"Which car are you getting into?" Hua Yuyan asked Yang Yu.

"I'm on flower-guarding duty today; I'll stick with you two!" Yang Yu declared.

Just then, a car pulled up right in front of them.

Yang Yu's place was in a government residential complex with strict management, making it tough for outside vehicles to get in.

But this car was clearly an outsider, its prominent "BNW" badge not something you'd find in such a complex.

A well-proportioned woman stepped out, clad in a sleek black business suit, exuding a crisp professionalism.

She approached Yang Yu with haste and bowed, "Chairman Yang, my apologies for being late!"

"You are...?" Yang Yu stared at the stunning woman before him, his mind drawing a blank.

"Chairman, I'm your assistant, Lee Ruoshui. Starting today, I'll be at your service around the clock!" the woman in the suit responded gently.

"Chairman?" The Hua sisters were visibly astounded, turning to Yang Yu, "You're a chairman now?"

"Oh, that's right, I remember now!" Yang Yu finally recalled the lawyer's words from the day before.

"Chairman, please, after you," Lee Ruoshui invited with a gentle voice.

"Actually, I'm not in the mood for the company today, is that alright?" Yang Yu inquired, still not quite in the right headspace.

"Chairman, if you have urgent matters, I can notify the company and call off the board meeting," Lee Ruoshui offered.

"Then let's go check out some properties instead!" Yang Yu suggested with a smile.

The next moment, he took the Hua sisters by their hands and whisked them into the car.

"Yang Yu, is this your car?" Hua Yuyan was still reeling from the surprise as she settled into the seat, her hand still in Yang Yu's grasp.

"A car's just a tool to get around; its value isn't what matters," Yang Yu said with a chuckle.

"Yang Yu, this is a BMW 7 Series, with a price tag well over five million!" Hua Yuyan exclaimed.

Upon hearing this, Yang Yu was completely baffled. He was just a high school student; he might know which in-game skin was the most expensive, but a BMW 7 Series? That was entirely out of his league. To him, all BMWs were cut from the same cloth.

"Apologies for the rush today; I only managed to bring this one. If it's not up to your standards, I can have it swapped out. The director's garage houses everything from Bugatti Veyrons to Rolls-Royces and Porsches. Which one strikes your fancy?" Lee Ruoshui, the beautiful assistant, offered.

"Bugatti Veyron!" Yang Yu uttered, still in a daze.

"You own seven Bugatti Veyrons. Which color would you prefer?" Lee Ruoshui inquired further.

Yang Yu, a diamond in the rough among country folks, felt his pulse race. "You mean I can pick the color of a Bugatti Veyron? Is that even a thing?"

Thanks to Lee Ruoshui's briefing, Yang Yu began to grasp the extent of his wealth. Tianhua Credit Company might have had limited cash flow, but their fixed assets were substantial.

With the Super Rich System's capabilities, failing to repay debts meant assets could be seized, and that's how Kung Tianhua rapidly amassed his fortune. These luxury cars were just some of the spoils, with no fewer than thirty different models parked in Tianhua Company's headquarters.

Moreover, Tianhua Credit Company owned a significant portfolio of properties in Spalding City, the specifics of which Yang Yu would need to review back at the office.

"Lee Ruoshui, where are the best properties in Spalding City? We should take a look," Yang Yu commanded.

"Without a doubt, it's the Rescould Pavilion by Drefank Group. You must have heard of them. Deng Yiming, the nation's heartthrob, is the heir to Drefank Group. Rescould Pavilion is their flagship luxury development, with properties in Solaris, Wolford, Red Hawk, and other elite locations. It's said that a hundred-square-meter apartment in the Solaris Rescould Pavilion could fetch you a traditional courtyard home within the city's second ring!" Lee Ruoshui explained.

"Alright, let's head to Rescould Pavilion!" With that, Yang Yu called his mother to inform her of Rescould Pavilion's location, arranging to meet there.

Rescould Pavilion is a premier business brand that Drefank Group has been championing in recent years.

Located in the development zone of Spalding City, Rescould Pavilion has become the new hub of the city as it expands southward.

In March of last year, Rescould Pavilion was launched with an average price tag of $88,000, a figure that rivals those in top-tier cities like Solaris, Red Hawk, and Wolford.

For a second-tier city like Spalding, the idea of multimillion-dollar homes was beyond belief.

Yet, Rescould Pavilion's initial offering sold out in under three minutes.

Three months have passed since that launch, and despite eager anticipation, no further information has been forthcoming.

But just a week ago, Rescould Pavilion unexpectedly announced a second opening.

This time, the average price had surged by $4,000 to an astonishing $92,000.

This meant that those who had purchased during the first sale had already netted a profit of $400,000—equivalent to seven or eight years of income for a middle-class family.

Moreover, with a 20% reduction in the number of houses available in the second sale, the competition promised to be even more intense.

Zhang Chunhe sat anxiously in the taxi.

She had learned of Rescould Pavilion's upcoming sale a month prior through exclusive channels and had been preparing the funds for three weeks.

As a recipient of a $5 million demolition compensation from the urban village redevelopment, Zhang Chunhe's family could invest in a Rescould Pavilion property and flip it for a substantial profit.

The prospect of such gain was irresistible to Zhang Chunhe.

However, today's journey had been marred by relentless traffic jams, plunging her spirits to a low.

Her son, Xu Jianhua, witnessing her distress, attempted to soothe her, only to exacerbate her frustration.

Fortunately, they made it to Rescould Pavilion just in time.

However, due to the high volume of people viewing properties today, they had to stop the car a kilometer away from Rescould Pavilion. The taxi driver expressed his frustration, "This is as far as I can take you. It's jam-packed ahead. My colleague has been stuck in there for two hours already."

With no other choice, Zhang Chunhe and her son exited the taxi. Just then, another vehicle pulled up beside them, and out stepped one man and three women.

Zhang Chunhe glanced over at them and, to her surprise, recognized someone. "Hey, isn't that Lyu Huan? What are the odds of running into you here!"