Upon returning home, Asmon saw his father Jason sitting on the sofa playing with his phone.
Grace had not yet returned from work. Jason had quite a good reputation among his colleagues, and this year happened to coincide with many of his coworkers' children taking the High School Exam.
His son's results could be considered the most praiseworthy achievement in Jason's life, and he had spent nearly the entire day in a state of excitement.
"Dad, do you remember the 2,000 dollars I lost a few years ago..." Asmon began recounting the fabricated story. After speaking nonstop for over ten minutes, Asmon stood up and drained a nearby glass of water in one gulp.
Jason, meanwhile, was left stunned—his son had just shown him his phone, displaying a staggering sum of 500,000 dollars.
Being bombarded with successive surprises in a single day, even with his strong ability to process things, Jason was left dumbfounded. If Asmon's High School Exam results were still within the realm of expectation, this amount of money was entirely an unexpected windfall.
"This is for you." Asmon handed the watch box to his father.
"Didn't you bring anything for your mom?" Jason quickly regained his composure.
"I was afraid she might not be able to handle it all at once. There will be plenty of opportunities later. You should think about how to break it to her."
Asmon had also considered this issue and ultimately decided it would be better not to be the one to explain.
That night, Asmon deliberately retreated to his room early, giving his parents enough space while also searching for real estate listings in Hail City.
Early the next morning, Asmon proposed the idea of buying a new home to his parents. He had spent half the night browsing and had taken a liking to the townhouses at Vanke Western Hills.
Though most were unfinished, there were show homes ready for immediate occupancy.
"Last night, your dad said you only have 500,000 dollars in earnings. Maybe you should save it for your own future home," Grace expressed concern over this spending approach.
"Where we live now is just fine."
"I can earn this kind of money again later. Don't worry about it. I'll take care of this in the next couple of days." Asmon understood his mother's hesitation, but with the system at his disposal, he knew he would never lack money in the long run.
Just moments ago, after completing a task, his system balance had increased by another 200,000 dollars. Asmon currently had no plans to use his Points, otherwise, he still had 100 points available.
After breakfast, Asmon hailed a taxi and headed straight to his destination. Vanke Western Hills was a villa district that had only gone on sale last year, offering only townhouses, so sales had been slow, and the sales center remained operational.
On the way, Asmon had already called ahead, and the person on the other end, upon hearing he intended to pay in full, showed no surprise, stating that the paperwork could be processed quickly, with the possibility of moving in the same day.
Dressed in cheap street-market clothes, Asmon stepped out of the taxi and entered the sales center, expecting some kind of trouble—perhaps a snobbish salesperson dismissing him before being proven wrong—but the imagined scenario did not play out.
A saleswoman in formal attire quickly approached him. "Hello, are you Mr. Asmon who called earlier?"
Asmon glanced at the saleswoman and was genuinely stunned.
Standing nearly 170 cm tall in heels, she was almost eye-level with his own 175 cm frame. Her chestnut-brown wavy hair cascaded down to her back, swaying slightly in the breeze, with a perfectly proportioned figure and legs that seemed impossibly long.
Her white blouse and gray suit jacket struggled to contain an ample bust, the buttons threatening to pop at any moment—likely at least a D-cup—yet her waist was slender, creating an unbalanced, precarious allure that was oddly endearing.
Below, she wore a matching gray knee-length pencil skirt, revealing flawlessly shaped legs sheathed in sheer nude stockings, her delicate feet encased in silver strappy heels.
"Yes, I'm here to see the property." Asmon quickly averted his gaze, feeling a growing tightness in his pants. Fortunately, his loose clothing prevented any embarrassing visibility in public.
"My name is Greta. It's an honor to serve you." With that, she led Asmon into the residential area.
"Our show homes currently only have the C-layout still available. It's with three floors, three bedrooms, two living rooms, two bathrooms, and a semi-underground double garage. The hard furnishings are already complete, and we guarantee the quality. As for furniture, aside from appliances, everything is already arranged inside. Of course, if you're unsatisfied, we can also handle replacements..." Greta was highly professional, detailing the specifics of the property.
Though it was a show home, recent foot traffic had been sparse, so it wasn't frequently visited. Combined with the property management's meticulous upkeep, the overall environment remained quite tidy.
Throughout the process, Greta displayed impeccable professionalism, never once looking down on Asmon for his discount attire, which left him somewhat impressed.
In his mind, a woman of Greta's caliber, working in real estate sales, should have been constantly surrounded by wealthy tycoons and playboys, trading her charms for vast sums.
That she could treat someone like him—who appeared to have little money and even carried a hint of youthful naivety—with equal respect was truly rare.
"This villa is priced at 530,000 dollars. If you purchase it outright, we can offer a discount, bringing it down to 490,000 dollars." By now, Greta had finished touring the villa with Asmon and quoted the price.
The C-layout was the smallest model in the entire Vanke Western Hills villa district, with other layouts generally starting at 600,000 dollars. Even so, Greta doubted the young man before her was capable of making an immediate purchase.
In reality, while Greta possessed near-perfect looks, her sales performance was far from ideal.
It was true that real estate sales often involved sleeping with clients, but contrary to Asmon's assumptions, their primary targets were the company's major account managers, not the buyers themselves.
Generally, villa buyers rarely included impulsive youngsters like Asmon who walked in off the street. Most contacted major account managers for property investments. Sales consultants like Greta, if they couldn't secure scraps from these managers, found it extremely difficult to operate in high-end districts like this—sometimes not even getting the chance to sleep with clients.
With her qualifications, Greta had naturally received many hints and outright propositions. But the thought of sleeping with the company's mostly married, middle-aged account managers filled her with resentment.
She was no pure maiden, but at her age and with her striking looks, preserving her body's value was her top priority. The commission for selling a villa like this was only a little over 1,000 dollars. Having just graduated two years ago, Greta couldn't bring herself to sell her first time for such a one-time deal with a married middle-aged man.
This opportunity shouldn't have been hers to begin with, but Asmon's claim of paying in full and arriving by taxi made other salespeople unwilling to entertain him, leaving him to Greta.
"People like this are probably just here to window-shop, or maybe they're influencers or small-business owners borrowing our villas to shoot promotional videos. Just walk him around outside. Don't let him inside," a slightly more experienced colleague, familiar with such situations, advised Greta before she left.
Yet the pressure to meet sales targets made her want to take a gamble, so she still brought Asmon inside the villa.
"What if he's scouting for his parents? And even if he is just some influencer, worst case, I'll quit," Greta thought as she led Asmon into the villa.
She had already been considering quitting. The real estate sales industry was practically a black hole for women like her who had no background but were quite attractive.
"Let me take a look at the contract," Asmon said without dwelling on it too much.
"Uh, sure, sir. Let's discuss it in detail at the sales office." The pace caught Greta slightly off guard. She had expected this boy who looked like a student would at least call his parents first.
When Greta placed the fully filled-out contract in front of Asmon, the entire sales office buzzed with murmurs.
Asmon transferred the remaining money from his system while reviewing the contract details.
A few minutes later, his card balance increased by over 160,000 dollars, bringing his total budget to more than 640,000 dollars. That was enough to pay for the house in full and still purchase some daily necessities and appliances.
The showroom came with tableware, bedding, and kitchen supplies, but since countless people had touched them, Asmon planned to buy new ones. The furniture and lighting fixtures, however, didn't need replacing.
In a villa district, salespeople were used to all kinds of wealthy clients. Even the more expensive A-type villas were often bought outright. But this buyer, who looked too young to be called a man—no more than 20 years old—was paying 500,000 dollars in full on his own. Even among rich second-generation heirs, few at that age would make such a purchase alone.
"Please note a few points in the contract. Our community is gated. You can live in the villa yourself or rent it out, but commercial activities like short-term rentals or turning it into a homestay are not allowed," Greta pointed out some easily overlooked clauses before Asmon pressed his fingerprint and signed.
"No problem, I'm buying it for my parents," Asmon said as he wrote his name. He had chosen this place precisely because of the gated villa community's environment, so he naturally had no objections to such rules.
Hearing this, the other salespeople nearly choked. Judging by his words, this young man wasn't some rich second-generation heir but rather a self-made man who was filial to his parents?
But how on earth did he do it? How could a 20-year-old afford to buy a villa outright?
Greta, on the other hand, brightened up. Plenty of people could drop 500,000 dollars at once, but this one was unusually young.
Asmon wasn't particularly handsome, with an average face and a height of just 175 cm. But after his system-enhanced physique, his posture was upright, his proportions perfect, his body toned but not overly muscular.
"Not a bad potential catch," Greta thought as she watched him sign.
"Let's proceed with the payment. I can swipe the card now." Asmon finally finished signing the quadruplicate purchase contract. Since it was a full payment, there was no need to involve the bank.
After the payment went through, Asmon looked at his card balance, now down to just over 140,000 dollars, and felt a momentary emptiness. But the joy of moving in soon overshadowed it.
"Can I move in right away?" Asmon asked Greta a somewhat naive question while holding his keys.
"Of course. You're now the legal owner of this property. Based on the authorized代办 contract you just signed, we'll handle the property certificate for you within 30 days. You won't need to worry about it. You'll receive a text and a call notifying you where to pick it up," Greta replied with a smile.
She added, "Here's my WeChat. Feel free to add me. If you have any questions about the house, you can always ask me."
Though she felt some attraction to the young man, Greta wasn't about to throw herself at him immediately. There were still plenty of follow-up procedures after the purchase, and she'd have many more opportunities.
She was also slightly concerned. What if this guy had come into a sudden windfall—like winning the lottery or gambling—instead of earning his wealth through more stable means? After all, someone who took a taxi, wore bargain-bin clothes, and yet didn't blink while paying nearly 500,000 dollars was downright bizarre.
Asmon had already informed his parents, telling them to come by the villa after work in the evening to familiarize themselves with the place and get their access cards.
While waiting for the contract earlier, he had also ordered brand-new daily necessities and appliances. Most of the items currently in the villa would have to be thrown out.
Before leaving, he added Greta on WhatsApp. Right now, his impression of this beautiful saleswoman was sky-high.
However, still somewhat inexperienced in reading social cues, he hadn't yet realized she was already interested in him. Otherwise, they might have already ended up in a hotel room—or even on the bed of his newly purchased villa.