OFR – Chapter 211 Plan

Even though Fengshen Express is the top-tier delivery company in the country—arguably even the world—and valued at hundreds of billions, and since a contract had been signed, Mu Bai wasn’t too worried about the auction items being mishandled during delivery.

After all, with Fengshen’s massive valuation, they had more than enough financial capacity to compensate for any losses.

As he waited, Mu Bai moved the auction items from his mystical space to the corner of the first-floor living room in the villa.

Just the saffron alone, which weighed more than two tons, took up a large portion of the space.

Honestly, if he hadn’t moved from the Shui Mo Lin Ju apartment to the Xuanwu Zhongshan Villa, there might not have been enough room for all the saffron.

After everything was in place, Mu Bai was about to ask Mi Xuan to get a clearer idea of what time the courier would arrive when, right on cue, the doorbell rang with a pleasant chime.

He paused what he was doing and looked at the video intercom.

Sure enough, the people on the screen were the couriers there to pick up the items.

He immediately opened the gate and let them into the villa.

Soon, several couriers carefully stepped into the first-floor living room.

Xuanwu Zhongshan was one of Nanjing’s most prestigious luxury residential areas—each house costing tens of millions—so the people who lived here were either rich or powerful. Naturally, the couriers were quite nervous, their entire demeanor tense, afraid of making even the smallest mistake.

Among them was a middle-aged man in a suit, clearly the area supervisor for the Xuanwu District.

When this man saw Mu Bai standing in the living room, he immediately stepped forward and greeted him respectfully, “Hello, hello! You must be Mr. Mu. It’s an honor to meet you. I’m Zhu Xiaowei, the area supervisor for Xuanwu and also the person in charge of handling your delivery.”

As Zhu Xiaowei spoke, he bowed at a 45-degree angle, his square-shaped face full of respect.

Even though he could tell the young man in front of him was barely old enough to be his son-in-law, his two decades of experience in society told him to show the utmost deference.

Because Zhu Xiaowei was very aware: this young man might be the kind of ultra-wealthy elite that he couldn’t even dream of comparing to.

Not even twenty years old, living in Xuanwu Zhongshan, casually shipping off insanely valuable items—these alone were proof that this was someone far beyond his level, someone he could only serve respectfully.

That morning, Zhu had received instructions from headquarters: he must personally oversee this delivery and ensure that absolutely nothing went wrong.

Because just this one shipment had a total value exceeding all the deliveries in Xuanwu District for an entire quarter.

2.5 billion yuan.

A 2.5 billion yuan delivery.

It was a figure Zhu Xiaowei had never even imagined possible.

Naturally, he took it very seriously.

“Hello. These items are quite valuable, so please be extra careful,” Mu Bai said warmly, lightly shaking Zhu’s hand.

Seeing how approachable the young man was, Zhu visibly relaxed and immediately responded, “Of course, Mr. Mu. We’re fully aware of how important this shipment is. Don’t worry—we’ll ensure its safety.”

“I’ve always used Fengshen Express, and I trust your professionalism,” Mu Bai replied sincerely.

After many smooth collaborations with Fengshen, he didn’t hold back on the compliments.

Soon, under Zhu Xiaowei’s instructions, the couriers carefully packaged the incredibly valuable auction items and carried them out of the villa.

“Thanks for your hard work—take it slow out there,” Mu Bai said with a nod.

Zhu Xiaowei was flattered and quickly responded, “Thank you for your kind words, Mr. Mu. It’s truly moving to be cared for by someone of your status. You should head back inside—it’s freezing out.”

It was midwinter, with temperatures below minus ten degrees Celsius and icy winds howling outside.

But Mu Bai, whose physical condition had been enhanced by the mystical elixir, didn’t feel cold at all, even wearing just a sweater.

Still, he didn’t show it—just smiled, nodded politely at Zhu and the others, and then waved as he turned back into the villa.

Once inside, Mu Bai turned on the central heating, setting it to a comfortable 25 degrees.

He sat on the sofa, thinking about what to do next.

With the delivery sent out and his rare-item online store temporarily closed, the game investment and “One Man Rules” tasks—which were random and not urgent—didn’t require immediate attention.

So, for the time being, he had nothing pressing on his plate.

That got him thinking: maybe it was a good time to head to the border between Yunnan and Laos, where Kang Yunyun had invited him to a frontier smuggling exchange meet-up.

After all, he needed a large number of rare plants and animals to fill the cultivation and breeding slots in his mystical space.

And it would double as a nice little vacation.

Just as he was thinking about this, his phone suddenly buzzed with a notification.

“Hm?”

He frowned slightly and glanced at the message. It turned out to be a notification from the black market network.

“Dear user, the ‘Dragon Hunter’ store has provided you with five household assistant candidates. Today is the third day since the interviews. If you do not respond to the ‘Dragon Hunter’ store, we will assume you are satisfied with the service, and the service fee will not be refunded. Please be advised.”

“Oh, right—the household assistants. I nearly forgot.”

Seeing the message reminded Mu Bai of the assistant interviews.

With the recent charity auction and big year-end sale at his rare-item shop, he’d genuinely been too busy and had shelved the matter.

Now that he’d received the reminder, he opened his browser and logged back into the black market network.

Quickly and expertly, he bypassed the welcome screen and went straight to his only favorited shop.

He messaged the “Dragon Hunter” shop owner directly.

Since the earlier notification had been sent by the shopkeeper, a reply came quickly:

“Yes, I’m here. No problem at all. I just wanted to ask if you were satisfied with the five candidates you interviewed. If not, I can arrange a second batch for you.”