OFR – Chapter 154 Jiang Wenwen’s shock.

At this moment, upon hearing the somewhat familiar voice outside, Mu Bai opened the door.

Standing before him was a young woman dressed in professional attire, accentuating her well-proportioned figure.

Taking a closer look, Mu Bai recognized that she was none other than Jiang Wenwen, the saleswoman from his previous property purchase.

“Hmm? Jiang Wenwen? What’s the matter?”

He looked at Jiang Wenwen with a hint of curiosity in his voice.

He had initially thought that after their last encounter, they would not cross paths again. However, fate seemed to have other plans, as they were now meeting once more.

It seemed there was a certain degree of connection between them.

Moreover, since Mu Bai was already planning to look at luxury properties, Jiang Wenwen’s timing was perfect. If she had any good listings, he might as well buy through her again.

“I… I’m here to deliver the property purchase tax documents and other related contracts. Didn’t you ask me to handle these formalities for you last time? Everything is now processed and complete.”

Hearing Mu Bai’s question, Jiang Wenwen quickly handed over a stack of documents with a professional smile on her beautiful face.

As she gazed at the refined young man before her, she couldn’t shake a lingering sense of astonishment, even though it had already been over a week since their last meeting.

Xiao Mu, a young man barely nineteen or twenty years old.

Someone so young had effortlessly bought a property worth over two million yuan without a second thought.

Such a thing was simply unimaginable to Jiang Wenwen, who was part of the working class.

But what was most shocking was Mu Bai’s age—not just young, but incredibly young.

Nineteen or twenty. That was younger than her by several years.

Jiang Wenwen had always considered herself outstanding among her peers.

With a monthly salary of twenty to thirty thousand and an annual income of three to four hundred thousand, she was undeniably ahead of most in her age group.

This gave her a certain sense of superiority.

However, the day she met Mu Bai, that sense of superiority crumbled instantly.

Over two million yuan—an amount that would take her five to six years of hard work to earn—was something Mu Bai had spent as casually as if it were pocket change.

This realization left her with an intense sense of defeat.

And within that defeat was an overwhelming feeling of despair—no matter how hard she worked, she could never catch up.

Forcing a professional smile, Jiang Wenwen spoke again, suppressing the complex emotions in her heart.

“Mr. Mu, please take a look. These contracts have all been finalized.”

Her beautiful eyes studied him carefully, observing the young man who, despite his refined appearance, felt as distant and unapproachable as a towering mountain.

“Alright, thank you for your trouble.”

Mu Bai took the documents without much concern, gave them a quick glance, and then put them aside.

After all, they were just standard property tax documents—there wasn’t much need for scrutiny.

After setting them down on the coffee table in the living room, he casually continued chatting with Jiang Wenwen, naturally steering the conversation toward real estate.

If the task from his “Tycoon Aura” side quest had only required him to purchase an ordinary apartment, he wouldn’t have needed any advice—he could simply visit a sales office and make a purchase, just as he did with the Ink Forest Residence.

But this time, he needed to buy a luxury property worth over 100 million yuan.

To be honest, Mu Bai wasn’t very familiar with Nanjing’s real estate market, so he wasn’t sure where he could find such an expensive home.

After all, while Nanjing was a second-tier city, there were only about a thousand billionaires living there.

Spending 100 million yuan on a house would instantly place him among the city’s elite.

“Hmm? You want to buy another property?”

After chatting for a couple of minutes, Jiang Wenwen asked in surprise.

She hadn’t expected that after already spending over two million on an apartment, Mu Bai would now be looking to buy another one. This made her already shocked heart even more astonished.

“Yes, I need something more high-end.”

After placing the contracts away, Mu Bai nodded in confirmation.

Glancing at the time on his phone, he added, “You haven’t had dinner yet, right? Let me treat you, and we can discuss this over a meal.”

“Ah… alright. But Mr. Mu, let me treat you instead. Thanks to your purchase of the Ink Forest Residence apartment, I’ve earned quite a generous commission. And now, you’re planning to buy another property through me—I truly appreciate it, so please allow me to cover dinner this time.”

Jiang Wenwen nodded sincerely, expressing her gratitude.

“Heh, suit yourself.”

Hearing her insistence, Mu Bai simply nodded with a light chuckle.

A dinner bill was insignificant—who paid didn’t really matter.

As they talked, Jiang Wenwen and Mu Bai walked out of the Ink Forest Residence apartment building.

By now, the streetlights around the residential complex had long since turned on.

The soft white lights illuminated the road ahead without being harsh on the eyes.

As they walked a few steps, Jiang Wenwen turned to Mu Bai, her gaze serious as she asked, “By the way, Mr. Mu, when you say ‘high-end,’ what price range are you looking at? Do you have any specific living requirements?”

In reality, Jiang Wenwen wasn’t just a senior sales consultant at Ink Forest Residence—she also secretly handled sales for several luxury properties in the city center.

However, those city-center luxury apartments typically started at forty to fifty thousand yuan per square meter, meaning a three-bedroom apartment could easily cost four to five million.

Given the significantly higher prices—nearly double that of Ink Forest Residence—she was unsure if Mu Bai would find them acceptable.

She worried he might not be satisfied with the cost, so she cautiously probed for his expectations.

But in the next moment, the words that left Mu Bai’s mouth made her realize how laughable her concerns had been.

Utterly laughable.

So much so that for a brief moment, under the streetlights, as she looked at Mu Bai’s refined yet unreadable expression, she suddenly felt as if she were dreaming—like none of this was real.