Over the course of two days, Asmon had already realized that most people in society, regardless of gender or profession, would first judge him based on his appearance.
If he had been wearing a set of high-end or even luxury brand clothes the previous night, Talia would never have mistaken him for some loser who had borrowed from loan sharks.
Therefore, no matter what, it was time to revamp his image.
With this thought in mind, Asmon immediately hailed a taxi and headed straight to Times Square.
"It's also time to buy a car..." Asmon thought as he sat in the taxi.
Jason owned a six-year-old Honda Fit. During high school vacations, aside from cram school, Asmon had mostly spent his time honing his driving skills in that Fit. So, right after turning 18 following the High School Exam, he had gotten his driver's license.
Since Asmon himself wouldn't be staying in Hail City in the future, buying a car would essentially be for Jason to drive.
This meant flashy or eye-catching models were out of the question—understatement should be the primary consideration.
After a calm afternoon, Asmon had changed into a Burberry shirt, casual pants, and sneakers. Driving the newly purchased Audi A8L he had just picked up from the dealership, he now carried a faint air of a spoiled rich kid.
In just one afternoon, he had spent another 130,000 dollars, bringing his total expenditure for the day to 630,000 dollars!
However, this was only the beginning of his new life.
The 50TFSI model was equipped with a high-performance 3.0-liter engine.
While it was far from being a sports car, the driving experience was incomparable to the Fit or the Hyundai Elantra he had used during driving lessons.
Asmon had considered more youthful models, especially since his budget was enough for a Porsche Panamera, which held far more appeal for young people than the staid Audi.
But while looking at cars, Asmon suddenly remembered that Jason had once expressed an inadvertent admiration for the Audi brand. Since the car would primarily be used by Jason anyway, he decided to go ahead and buy it on the spot.
At the dealership, the saleswoman's hints were quite blatant. Her ample chest kept brushing against Asmon's arm intentionally, and she pulled him along, hoping to take a test drive together.
The saleswoman was quite attractive, with a pretty face, a slender waist, and long legs. Asmon had initially considered indulging in the corrupt lifestyle of the wealthy, but after casually checking her attribute panel and seeing a warning about a dangerous infectious disease, he shook his head and quickly left.
Soon, Asmon returned to Vanke Western Hills. The daily necessities he had ordered in the morning were ready for delivery, but since Jason and Grace hadn't gotten off work yet, Asmon had to direct the delivery personnel to carry everything into the villa.
By the time everything was organized, it was already evening.
When Asmon returned to the sales office, everyone, including Greta, was visibly impressed.
Dressed head-to-toe in Burberry, Asmon looked completely different from the young man who had come to sign the contract in the morning.
Greta nodded to herself in approval, while the others, especially the salesperson who had handed Asmon over to Greta earlier, were filled with regret.
"Miss Greta, my parents will be here soon. Could you help them with the procedures for entering and exiting the community?"
Asmon found Greta and explained his request, taking the opportunity to check her character attributes.
[Greta, female
Youth
Healthy
Strength 9
Agility 10
Stamina 11
Energy 12
Focus 11
Friendliness 75
Submissiveness 100 (undeveloped)
Obedience: 100]
Asmon's eyes lit up. A friendliness level of 75 basically meant that with a little more effort, the beautiful woman in front of him would be his.
But what was this "submissiveness" thing? 100 even though it was undeveloped? A natural-born slut?
Looking at the efficient and professional beauty in front of him, Asmon found it hard to connect her with the word "submissiveness."
But "undeveloped" suggested she was a treasure trove waiting to be unlocked.
An obedience level of 100 was practically tailor-made for him.
Obedience was a stat all members of the opposite sex possessed. If someone was completely unsubmissive to Asmon, it would be 0—like Talia. The corresponding male attribute was loyalty.
But submissiveness was a hidden trait, only possessed by those who were naturally submissive or had been "trained" before.
"Of course. Once they arrive, I'll take them to complete the formalities," Greta said, leaning slightly toward Asmon, who was sitting on the sofa in the sales office.
"By the way, Miss Greta, to thank you for your help, how about we have dinner together after you finish work?"
With her friendliness at 75, Asmon saw no need for subtlety and extended the invitation directly.
Greta understood exactly what this meant. If the person in front of her had been some middle-aged homeowner, even if they had bought a more expensive property, she would have hesitated.
But Asmon was young and wealthy. Greta had specifically checked the ID number on the purchase contract—he was only 18, having just come of age a month ago.
Asmon's physique was highly appealing to most women—toned but not overly bulky, maintaining a balanced frame while hiding explosive strength.
Aside from his slightly ordinary looks and average height, he was practically perfect in every way.
"Sure. I'll change after work and wait for you here," Greta replied, her cheeks slightly flushed as she nodded.
At that moment, Jason's Honda Fit pulled up outside the sales office, looking somewhat out of place.
Even the staff here mostly drove mid-range cars, and vehicles priced under 15,000 dollars rarely appeared in the vicinity.
Jason and Grace got out of the car and entered the sales office, glancing around with a hint of unease.
Greta quickly approached them, collected their ID documents, and hurried upstairs to complete the procedures.
"This place is close to Dad's workplace, so it'll be much more convenient. Mom, you might need to change jobs—it's too far from your old workplace,"
Asmon said, taking Jason's backpack and placing it on the sofa.
"Is that Audi outside yours?" Jason and Grace sat on another sofa. When they got out of the car earlier, Jason had noticed the brand-new A8L parked outside.
"Yes, it's for you to drive," Asmon nodded.
"You can use it during the vacation. Once you leave for college, I'll take it," Jason said without fuss. His fondness for Audi was well-known in the family.
"Our son has really made it. But I've been at my current job for years and don't feel like changing. I'll just commute by car from now on,"
Grace said, feeling gratified—not just because Asmon had money, but because his first thought after getting it had been for them.
Grace was an accountant, a laid-off employee from a Government enterprise.
After being laid off, she had switched jobs many times before settling into her current role as a financial assistant at a law firm for the past five years.
"Then let Dad give you his current car. Once I gather more funds, I'll get you a better one too,"
Asmon said. Older generations tended to dislike upheaval once they settled down, so he didn't press the matter further.
Grace was about to refuse, but before she could speak, Greta returned with a large envelope containing the completed utility cards, access passes, and other documents, which she handed to Asmon.
"Let's go take a look at the house first. You'll need to get used to the new place," Asmon said, standing up to lead his parents out.
Meanwhile, Greta quickly left to change clothes at her place.
Half an hour later, after settling his parents in, Asmon returned to the sales office. Greta had messaged him on WhatsApp saying she had gone back to change, so Asmon wasn't in a hurry. He sat down, waiting and casually snacking on the fruit provided on the coffee table.
About ten minutes later, Greta reappeared at the door, and Asmon's eyes lit up: she had changed into a light blue pencil skirt, her ample cleavage revealing the upper third of her breasts, squeezed into a deep cleavage line.
The hem of the skirt reached her knees, accentuating her tall figure. She wore white strappy high-heeled sandals, though the heels were slightly lower than the ones she had worn during the day, making her just a bit shorter than Asmon and removing the equal-height intimidation of their earlier encounter.
This time, Greta wasn't wearing stockings, and her exposed calves were flawlessly smooth, perfect even without the cover of hosiery.
"Thank you for honoring me with your presence, Miss Greta. I've reserved a private room at Stellar Bay to express my gratitude for your help today," Asmon said, guiding Greta into the passenger seat.
"You can call me Greta," Greta said with a smile to Asmon in the driver's seat.
"She acts all pure and proper, but it turns out she's just another fox," the other saleswomen muttered among themselves after the two had left.
Women in this line of work tended to have some degree of attractiveness, and those who lasted in villa sales had usually slept with either their managers or clients—most of whom were middle-aged or even elderly.
Now, Greta had a chance to latch onto a young, promising prospect like Asmon, and the others were naturally green with envy.
Everyone knew exactly what this outing was about. Asmon had already told his parents he would be staying at a classmate's place overnight. As for the "thanks," that was just an excuse.
This villa sale had earned Greta nearly 4,000 dollars in commission. She had been working at this real estate company since graduating college a year ago, but six months ago, after rejecting the advances of a nearly 50-year-old mid-level manager, she had been dumped at this location and hadn't made a single sale since.
If she hadn't closed a deal this month, she would undoubtedly have been fired. It was obvious who should be thanking whom, and of course, Greta was prepared to express her gratitude in any way necessary.
"Young and accomplished—what do you do for a living, Mr. Asmon?"
Greta asked coyly. Before making her final decision, she wanted to confirm whether this young man was truly a promising prospect.
"I studied blockchain currencies on my own during school," Asmon replied, though he wasn't entirely clear on what it meant himself.
But after reading the system's upgrade descriptions, he knew one of the upgrades would allow him to transfer money to himself using this technology, completely bypassing the high income tax on each withdrawal.
The system's explanation of the technology was detailed, and Asmon summarized parts of it for Greta.
Greta had heard of this during college and even invested in Bitcoin herself, making some money off it. In fact, she probably understood it better than Asmon did.
But the system's explanations were highly professional and precise, enough to impress someone like Greta, who only had a superficial understanding.
"Greta, you must be doing well in this job too, right?" Asmon probed indirectly.
"If it weren't for your sale today, I probably would've been fired by the end of this month," Greta sighed, recounting her misfortunes to Asmon.
Asmon got his reassurance, and Greta got his sympathy.
"Greta, could you do me a small favor?" The car had already arrived at Stellar Bay, and Asmon was looking for a parking spot as he spoke to Greta.
"Whatever you need, I'll do my best," Greta quickly assured him. She was now almost certain that the young man in front of her was a nouveau riche who had struck gold by catching the right trend. With such financial power right out of high school, he was definitely worth investing in.
"Help my parents find a reliable housekeeper. I'll pay the agency fee," Asmon said, parking the car and looking at Greta.
"Huh? Oh, of course. I'll take care of it tomorrow," Greta replied, having initially thought Asmon would make some physical demand. Hearing it was just about finding a housekeeper, she felt her cheeks grow warm—and a little disappointed.
Just as Greta was lost in her thoughts, Asmon spoke again.
"Also, I'll be leaving for Savannah soon for college. I'll probably buy property and settle there for a while. Would you be interested in being my house manager?"
Asmon asked, looking at the slightly flushed Greta beside him.
"What?!" Greta was stunned once more.