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There is still a shortfall of nearly eight billion.

Li Yichen stood with his hands in his pockets at the foot of the five buildings, his neck tilted back, the wind blowing in from between the buildings, making the collar of his polo shirt flip up.

Eight billion.

Even if the system gives him 3.2 yuan per second, that's 86,400 seconds a day, which adds up to over 270,000 yuan a day. That's over 100 million yuan a year.

It would take him about eighty years to save up eighty billion.

He lived to be over a hundred years old.

That's probably a bit unrealistic.

Even if you add the rent from these three buildings—320 apartments, each rented out at 5,000 yuan a month, that's 1.6 million yuan a month, less than 20 million yuan a year.

Even with system revenue included, it's still far from enough.

Eight billion yuan, it would take more than seventy years to accumulate.

Li Yichen rubbed his temples.

wrong.

I feel like I've forgotten something.

He frowned, racked his brains, and then brought up the system panel again.

He had just looked at the levels, costs, rewards, and upgrade requirements. He scrolled down further.

At the bottom of the panel, there was a line of small print that he had never noticed before.

【Wealth Gift Pack × 5 (Unopened)】

Li Yichen's fingers stopped.

Five?

He scrolled up and found the description of the gift package.

[For each wealth level gained, the system will reward the host with a wealth gift pack. Current level: Level 6. Total unopened gift packs: 5.]

From level one to level six, you get one free item for each level you gain. He was so focused on spending money to level up that he hadn't paid any attention to this.

I've saved up all five gift packs.

Li Yichen stared at the line of text for three seconds, and his lips twitched slightly.

But now's not the time to open the gift pack. Standing on the main street, the construction crew's electric drills were deafening, and the chauffeur was waiting just ten steps away. What if the gift pack contained something too noisy—

We'll talk about it when we get back to the hotel tonight.

He put away the system panel, but he felt a little relieved.

Five gift packs. Even if each one only gives a little hint or resource, all five together can't be completely useless, right?

If we could provide a way for him to make up for the remaining 8 billion yuan shortfall—

You're overthinking it. Let's look at the building first.

Li Yichen shook his head and strode towards the lobby of Building 5.

The access control system is brand new; you swipe your card to enter. The lobby isn't large, but it's very clean, with gleaming floor tiles and floor guide signs on the walls.

The elevator went up to the fifteenth floor.

I randomly picked a room, swiped my key card, and the door opened.

It's a three-bedroom, one-living room apartment, 100 square meters. The entryway has a shoe cabinet, the living room has light gray wood-look tiles, and the kitchen is open-plan with a stove, range hood, and refrigerator. The bedrooms don't have beds, but they do have wardrobes, air conditioning, and curtain rods.

Move-in ready, truly lives up to its name.

He went up to the 26th floor and looked at another apartment. The layout was similar, but the south-facing master bedroom had excellent natural light, with sunlight streaming in and illuminating half of the living room.

The apartment layouts in Building 6 are the same as in Building 5; he only went up to take a quick look around before coming down.

Building 7 consists of large apartments. Each apartment has one unit per floor and is 200 square meters.

The elevator doors open directly onto the apartment entrance. Inside, there's a separate storage room in the entryway, a 3.2-meter high ceiling in the living room, and floor-to-ceiling windows extending from the floor to the ceiling. The kitchen features both Western and Chinese cooking facilities, and the master bedroom includes a walk-in closet and an ensuite bathroom.

It's not quite as luxurious as a presidential suite, but for a regular residence, this is top-of-the-line.

Li Yichen stood on the 18th floor of Building 7 for a while, looking out the window. The view was expansive, and in the distance, he could see the traffic on the elevated highway and the glass curtain walls of several office buildings.

Three buildings, 320 apartments.

It's all his.

He took out his phone and glanced at the time—3:17 PM.

My stomach is growling.

The breakfast in the presidential suite this morning has been mostly digested, and after running up and down the stairs for more than an hour, my legs are sore and my stomach is empty.

Li Yichen took the elevator downstairs, where Zhou Lan was already waiting.

"Sir, next we'll go to—"

"Let's eat. Let's go to that place nearby..."

He tilted his head and thought for a moment, then pointed eastward.

"Turn right after leaving the residential area, go through two traffic lights, and there's an alley. There's a small restaurant at the entrance of the alley called 'Old Zhao's Home-Style Cuisine.' Go there."

Zhou Lan was stunned for a moment.

She'd followed Li Yichen for most of the day, from high-end hotels to luxury real estate sales offices; this guy was throwing around 2.1 billion yuan. Now, for dinner—to a small restaurant in an alley?

However, she didn't ask any more questions, nodded, and opened the car door.

It took about seven or eight minutes by car to get there.

The alley entrance is narrow, barely wide enough for a minivan to squeeze in. On both sides are old residential buildings, with hardware stores, fruit stalls, and mahjong parlors on the ground floor.

The sign for "Old Zhao's Home-Style Dishes" hangs on the first floor. It's a plastic lightbox, but two of the light tubes for the characters are out of order. From a distance, it looks like "Old Kou's Home-Style Dishes".

There were three folding tables by the door, and a middle-aged man in an apron was carrying a basin and setting bowls and chopsticks on the tables.

Li Yichen pushed open the door and went in.

"Brother Zhao!"

The man in the apron looked up, glanced at Li Yichen for two seconds, and then slapped his thigh.

"Xiao Li? Long time no see! You haven't been delivering food lately?"

"I'm not running anymore. I'm changing lines."

"Hey kid, you're something else! Sit down, sit down, your usual spot."

Brother Zhao grabbed a rag and wiped the table in the corner a couple of times, then casually tossed over two laminated menus.

Li Yichen sat down, took the menu, and didn't even flip through it.

"Pickled cabbage fish, dry pot chicken giblets, a pot of water spinach with garlic, and two bowls of rice."

Brother Zhao wiped his hands on his apron, shouted to the kitchen, and then turned to greet other tables.

Zhou Lan sat opposite her, her back ramrod straight.

Her gaze lingered on the greasy table for half a second before sweeping around the store—the ceiling fan creaked and groaned, the freezer in the corner hummed, and two workers at the next table, dressed in dusty work clothes, were drinking beer with peanuts.

People who just spent 2.1 billion yuan turn around and come to eat in alleys like this.

And he's so familiar with the boss.

The way he greeted me when he came in wasn't like a customer and the boss; it was the kind of familiarity you get when you see each other every now and then and know each other inside and out.

Delivering takeout.

The sentence that Brother Zhao just shouted.

So this Mr. Li used to be a food delivery rider?

Something short-circuited in Zhou Lan's mind.

The dishes were served quickly. When the sauerkraut fish was served, the soup was still bubbling, and the tangy aroma filled the air. The dry pot chicken giblets were served in a cast iron pot, with an alcohol lamp underneath, and were piled high with chili peppers and Sichuan peppercorns.

Li Yichen picked up a piece of fish with his chopsticks, dipped it in some broth, and put it in his mouth.

Tender.

fresh.

The slightly sour, fermented flavor of the pickled cabbage blends perfectly with the tenderness of the fish, creating an explosion of flavor in your mouth.

An 88,000 yuan Lafite paired with lobster is one kind of enjoyment, while an 18 yuan sauerkraut fish with rice is another.

The former is sophisticated, the latter is practical.

"Try this chicken giblets, it's Brother Zhao's specialty." Li Yichen used serving chopsticks to pick up a piece and put it on Zhou Lan's plate.

Zhou Lan hesitated for a moment, then picked it up and took a bite.

The cooking time was perfect; the outside was crispy and the inside tender, and the spiciness was just right, without overpowering the natural flavor of the chicken giblets.

It's really delicious.

She picked up another piece.

Li Yichen shoveled a couple of mouthfuls of rice into his mouth, chewed for a moment, then suddenly put down his chopsticks and looked at the person opposite him.

"Sister Lan, how long have you been working as a hotel butler?"

Zhou Lan chewed the chicken giblets in her mouth twice and swallowed them.

"More than three years."

"What about before?"

"I worked as a front desk supervisor at another hotel for two years. Before that, I had just graduated and started from the bottom."

Li Yichen nodded. "What did you major in at university?"

Hotel Management.

He nodded again.

Zhou Lan put down her chopsticks and looked at him. These questions didn't sound like casual conversation; they sounded more like an interview.

"Sister Lan, how much do you make a month now?"

Thirty thousand.

"Before or after tax?"

"Before tax. Around 26,000 after tax."

Li Yichen picked up a tissue from the table, wiped his mouth, crumpled the used tissue into a ball, and threw it next to the plate.

"Sister Lan, would you like to switch industries?"

Zhou Lan's chopsticks, which were holding water spinach, stopped in mid-air.

"Change careers?" She frowned slightly. "What industry?"

Li Yichen leaned back in his chair and rested his arms on the edge of the table.

"As you saw today, I just bought three buildings."

Zhou Lan nodded. Of course she knew that; she had been there the whole time.

"I plan to rent out all three buildings. Three hundred and twenty apartments, rent them out, and collect rent. But I don't have the energy to manage these things myself."

He held up one finger.

"So I'd like to find someone to help me manage it. The job isn't complicated—initially, you list the properties, find tenants, and sign contracts. Later, it's about collecting rent, maintenance, and handling daily chores. It might be a bit busy at first, but once all 300+ properties are rented out, it'll just be a matter of sitting back and collecting money."

Zhou Lan put down her chopsticks, placed her hands on the table, and remained silent.

"Sister Lan, if you're interested—"

Li Yichen held up five fingers.

"Fifty thousand a month."

Zhou Lan's chopsticks touched the rim of the bowl, making a soft sound.

Fifty thousand. Almost double what she has now.

"There's more." Li Yichen withdrew his hand and tilted his chin towards the window. "Building 7 has large apartments, 200 square meters each. You can choose one, and it's free to live in; we won't charge you rent. Consider it an employee benefit."

Zhou Lan stared at Li Yichen's face for three seconds.

A monthly salary of 50,000 yuan, plus a 200-square-meter apartment to live in for free.

She rents a 40-square-meter one-bedroom apartment in Shanghai for 6,500 yuan a month, and commutes to work by subway for 40 minutes every morning. Two hundred square meters—she's never lived in a 200-square-meter apartment in her life.

But she didn't nod immediately.

"Mr. Li, I'd like to confirm something." She tapped her finger lightly twice on the table. "The property management of three buildings, involving leasing, contract signing, tenant relations maintenance, routine maintenance coordination, and financial management—all of this is under my sole responsibility?"

"You definitely can't handle it all by yourself in the early stages, so hire people as needed. You decide how many people to hire and how to arrange them. Their salaries will come from the rental income."

Zhou Lan remained silent for about ten seconds.

The ceiling fan creaked and groaned overhead, and a worker at the next table bumped a wine bottle, causing the glass to clink together with a sound.

"Okay. I'll do it."

Three words, crisp and concise.

Li Yichen picked up the rice soup on the table and took a sip.

"Then go to the hotel tomorrow to resign. Get the paperwork done as quickly as possible. The sooner you take over the three buildings here, the better. Every day the buildings are empty, you lose a day's rent."

"Understood." Zhou Lan nodded. "The hotel's resignation process takes at least three days. I'll submit my application tomorrow, and at the same time, I can come over to do some on-site research and compile the room information for the three buildings."

Li Yichen raised an eyebrow.

Her efficiency is impressive; it was worth choosing her.

The two of them finished off the remaining food. Li Yichen stood up, took out his phone from his pocket, and scanned the payment code on the table.

One hundred and thirty-eight pieces.

Brother Zhao waved to him from behind the bar. "Little Li, come back next time!"

"I'll definitely come."

We left the alley and got into the car.

Li Yichen fastened his seatbelt and leaned back in the seat.

"Sister Lan, are there any large shopping malls nearby?"

Zhou Lan glanced back at him from the passenger seat.

"MixC Mall is a 15-minute drive away."

"Go there."

The car merged into the traffic and turned west.

Li Yichen glanced down at the white polo shirt the hotel had provided, and the casual shoes on his feet.

There are still 800 million left in the bank.

Dressed like that, who would believe it if I told them?

I was almost mistaken for a joke at the sales office today, and last night I was almost kicked out of the hotel. I have the money, but my outfit doesn't look much different from an old man picking up bottles on the street.

It's time to buy some decent clothes.

Don't be too flashy. Just be clean, presentable, and don't let people immediately label him as "poor" upon meeting him.

The car was parked in the underground parking garage of MixC Mall. Taking the elevator up to the first floor, the mall's air conditioning hit me immediately.

The first floor is full of luxury stores, brightly lit, with mannequins in the windows wearing the latest styles, standing stiffly.

Li Yichen strolled past the first store with his hands in his pockets.

After taking three steps, a shop assistant in a black uniform came out of the door to greet me with a standard smile.

"Hello sir, please—"

Her gaze lingered on Li Yichen's hotel slippers for a second.

Her smile remained unchanged, but her steps slowed slightly, and she leaned back slightly towards the door frame.

"Are you just browsing, or are you looking for a particular style?"

The word "逛逛" was pronounced with particular emphasis.

Li Yichen turned his head and glanced at her, but didn't say anything and walked straight into the store.

The shop assistant followed behind, walking at a moderate pace, maintaining a distance of one and a half meters—not too far, not too close, just enough to politely ask him to leave if he couldn't produce any money.

Li Yichen stopped in front of a row of suits.

He flicked the hanger a couple of times with his fingers, pulled out a dark gray wool suit jacket, and glanced at the tag.

Sixty-eight thousand.

He took his coat off the hanger and draped it over his arm.

The navy blue one next to it is nice too. I'll take it.

Further inside, in the shirt section. One white shirt, one light blue shirt, and one black shirt.

Two pairs of pants.

One belt.

Two pairs of leather shoes.

He piled everything on the counter and took out his phone.

"Let's calculate it together."

The clerk stood behind the cashier, her fingers hovering above the keyboard, staring at the small mountain of data on the counter.

The "strolling" smile on his lips vanished completely in that instant.