Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 565 78 square meters, doesn't need to be too big

Jiang Yi's eyes lit up immediately, and his face flushed red, a mixture of excitement, gratitude, and a sense of belonging to someone he had found.

He solemnly raised his teacup again, his voice becoming several decibels louder:

"Excellent! 'Keep the good stuff in the family'—Brother Ye, just for that, I'm definitely your brother today! Come on, let's drink tea instead of wine tonight, for the sake of potential cooperation, and also to get to know you as a friend. Let's start with a toast!"

"bite."

Two fine celadon teacups gently touched in mid-air, producing a clear, melodious, and lingering sound, as if setting the first note for this upcoming collaboration.

Setting down his teacup, Ye Fan tore off a soft tissue and elegantly wiped away non-existent water stains from the corners of his mouth.

"Oh, by the way, we've finished discussing the important matters."

He looked at Jiang Yi, his smile unchanged: "Brother Jiang, regarding the house I live in, do you have any top-tier properties you'd like to recommend? Villas or large apartments are both fine."

Everyone: "..."

At this moment, the air in the entire riverside private room seemed to be sucked out by an invisible force once again, falling into an even more bizarre and prolonged state of solidification than before.

The river outside the window seemed to flow more slowly.

The cigarette Zhang Lang had just lit and was holding in his mouth fell out because his mouth was unconsciously wide open, burning his finger. He hissed in pain but forgot to shake it off.

Wu Shaojie swallowed the coffee that was about to reach his lips, which caused him to choke. He covered his mouth and coughed silently, his face turning red.

Along with the other two rich kids in the private room who hadn't really spoken, the way they looked at Ye Fan now was completely different. They weren't looking at a peer at all, but rather as if they were looking up at a monster who had just arrived from outer space and was burning Earth's currency like paper!

Anyone who didn't know better would think you were browsing the market picking out cabbages!

Having just casually finished discussing a standalone office building that required a massive cash flow, without even taking a breath, and having just put down his teacup, he casually asked, "By the way," if there were any residential properties available for purchase?

The process was so smooth that it felt like buying a house was the main course and buying a home was dessert!

Although everyone present was born with a silver spoon in their mouth and could do whatever they wanted in Jinling City, their family assets were often in the billions or tens of billions.

But at this moment, they were still shocked by Ye Fan's terrifyingly fast spending speed, which was almost like an "assembly line," and his deep-seated composure. Their worldviews were hit by a series of blows!

It's important to understand that in an era when the domestic real estate boom hadn't fully materialized and family wealth was mostly in the form of assets and equity, even for these "princelings," the "clean cash flow" they could freely dispose of and mobilize at any time was extremely limited.

Normally, if I want to buy a top-of-the-line supercar worth tens of millions, I have to go home, beg and plead with my father, find plenty of reasons, and even sign a "pledge" before he approves it.

People like Ye Fan are ruthless individuals who can squander huge sums of money, equivalent to the annual net profit of many listed companies, without batting an eye, and who treat nine-figure or even ten-figure sums of cash as if it were game currency.

These well-traveled young masters were truly witnessing this for the first time, like a young lady getting married for the first time!

This is not just about being "rich," but about the understanding and use of "wealth," which is on a completely different level!

Jiang Yi's smile was somewhat stiff. His lips twitched, and it took him a long time to recover from the shock before he could barely find his voice again.

His tone was somewhat uncertain: "Well... well... Brother Ye, your efficiency is truly admirable."

He gathered his thoughts and asked, "So, what are your specific requirements for housing? Is it mainly the scarcity of the location, the natural environment, or the exclusive social circle?"

Ye Fan leaned back comfortably against the wide back of the rosewood chair, and thought for a moment:

"For villas, the essential requirements are that the environment must be absolutely quiet, with good privacy, and preferably with a private courtyard and landscape."

If it's a large, single-level apartment in the city center, it's best to have a truly quiet location amidst the hustle and bustle, ideally on the top or second-to-top floor with unobstructed views, and with excellent smart home systems and meticulous craftsmanship.

He paused, as if understanding the difficulty of the recommendation, and added:

"As for the size of the large apartment... it doesn't need to be too big, lest it feel empty and cold, and it will be troublesome to clean. It should be kept within 700 or 800 square meters. Any bigger would be a bit of a waste."

A long, deathly silence fell over everyone once again, with only the sound of their heavy breathing and the faint sound of the river outside the window.

Seven or eight hundred square meters? Is this used to raise pigs?

Still "within"?

And it "doesn't need to be too big"?

Or perhaps "to avoid an empty and desolate space"?

This area is big enough to open a small private museum or club!

Zhang Lang let out a long, resentful sigh, as if all his strength had been drained, and turned his head directly to the magnificent river view outside the window.

I absolutely don't want to talk to this "ordinary" college student next to me anymore, who exudes an aura of "corruption" and "Versailles" anytime, anywhere, and unconsciously.

These are players from completely different dimensions!

"Alright!"

Jiang Yi rubbed his slightly numb cheeks, as if he had just undergone a mental "reconstruction of his view of wealth".

He sighed, half-jokingly and half-painfully, "It seems that the ultimate luxury penthouse that I've been hiding in my hands, which I've been holding onto so tightly it's almost burning hot, is destined to be lost today and is about to meet its maker."

Wu Shaojie, who was standing to the side, immediately burst into laughter, slapping his thigh with glee, as if he had heard something incredibly funny.

"Haha! That's perfect! Old Jiang, your set paired with our cash king, Old Ye, is a match made in heaven! A fine sword for a hero!"

He winked and urged, "Stop hiding it! Hurry up and show it off! Let us see what kind of house can catch your eye, Young Master Jiang!"

Ye Fan sat to the side, calmly sipping his tea, but inwardly he was filled with emotion.

As expected of the son of a tycoon who dominates the rise and fall of Nanjing's construction industry, his power and network of connections are unfathomable.

The resources that are casually mentioned may be dream items that ordinary people could never reach even after several lifetimes of hard work. This is not just a matter of money, but also a barrier of social circles and information.

Jiang Yi shook his head helplessly. After Wu Shaojie's antics, the slight "pain" on his face turned into a relieved smile.

"Old Wu's words may be rough, but the principle is sound. Well then, a gentleman helps others achieve their goals."

He looked at Ye Fan, his expression becoming more serious:

"There happens to be a rare, single-level apartment in Jiangbin No. 1 that perfectly meets all of your requirements, Brother Ye."

You know that place? It's a true oasis of tranquility amidst the hustle and bustle, offering panoramic views of the most beautiful river bend in Nanjing. The view and feng shui were both expertly chosen.