Dual-wielding! 100x proficiency, I'll grind my way to godhood!

(Parallel world, fictional story, please do not apply to reality)

After having a good breakfast, the two women dressed up and changed their clothes.

The three got into the car, drove out of the old residential area, and turned onto the main road.

Lu Xingyao sat in the passenger seat, her bodycon skirt covering her long legs in black stockings. She deliberately stretched them out, her legs gleaming in the sunlight.

She reached out and turned on the massage function on the chair, leaning back comfortably, her voice alluring:

"Chen Mo, this car is so comfortable~ In the future, when our family goes out, including the nanny and housekeeper, there will be enough seats."

Chen Mo held the steering wheel with one hand and didn't reply.

In the back row, Su Wan sat quietly, wearing flesh-colored stockings and a plain skirt.

She glanced at the street scene flashing past the window and said softly:

"Six seats are practical. Chen Mo can use them to pick up and drop off business partners in a respectable manner in the future."

His voice was soft, and his tone was flat, as if he were talking about something perfectly normal.

Lu Xingyao glanced at her in the rearview mirror, and the corners of her mouth curled up:

"Sister Su Wan, are these new stockings you bought today? Hmm... they show off your figure."

Su Wan didn't flinch, and calmly met his gaze.

"It was a bit chilly this morning, so I wore something warm. Miss Lu's outfit is also beautiful and suits your style perfectly."

Lu Xingyao's smile deepened, and she suddenly turned to Chen Mo, lowering her voice by half an octave, but sending every word toward Su Wan.

"You jerk, tell me, who looks better in stockings today?"

Chen Mo took his right hand off the steering wheel and naturally placed it on Lu Xingyao's leg, which was covered in black stockings, and rubbed it with his thumb.

A smile played on his lips, his eyes fixed ahead.

"They're all beautiful. If you call him a scumbag again, you won't get your special reward tonight."

Lu Xingyao immediately hugged his arm tightly, her voice softening, "I was wrong, I was wrong~ Chen Mo is the best!"

Su Wan turned her gaze away and looked out the window.

His fingers unconsciously traced the edge of his stockings, lost in thought.

At the entrance of the sales office, Sales Director Sister Zhang came out to greet him, her gaze lingering on Chen Mo for a moment.

He wore a regular T-shirt, but his demeanor was unlike that of an ordinary person.

He glanced at the two women behind him, one bright and beautiful, the other plain and simple, their styles quite different.

"Mr. Chen, this way please."

Sister Zhang led the three into the VIP room, poured tea, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke.

"Mr. Chen, regarding the situation of this house... I'll tell you the truth. The original owner, Mr. Li, was shorted by Hongyuan Capital, his cash flow dried up, and he was in a hurry to cash out. Hongyuan has said that anyone who takes over the property is going against them. The house has been listed for half a year, and no one dares to buy it."

Chen Mo leaned back on the sofa: "Call President Li over, I want to talk to him."

Mr. Li arrived half an hour later.

He was in his fifties, with half his hair white and dark circles under his eyes; his suit looked loose on him.

He sat down and gave a wry smile.

"Mr. Chen, you know about this house, right? Hongyuan has said that no one dares to take it on."

Chen Mo didn't reply. He didn't know Hongyuan or anything like that, and besides, he was a man with a system. Who would he be afraid of on Blue Star?

Mr. Li paused for a moment, then said, "The one next door is also mine. The two houses are adjacent, separated only by a non-load-bearing wall. If you knock it down, it will become a large garden. If you are interested, you can buy both houses together; the price is negotiable."

Chen Mo glanced at the floor plan and nodded.

"How much for both sets together?"

"2.3 million."

Chen Mo shook his head: "2.3 million is the market price. But you've had it listed for half a year and no one has bought it. If I take it over, I'll be taking a risk. 1.8 million."

Mr. Li panicked: "180 million is too low! I spent 30 million on the renovation alone."

"Aren't you desperately needing money to save your life?"

Chen Mo interrupted him, "Hongyuan is waiting for you to die. Every day you delay, the company is in greater danger. 180 million, sign the contract today, pay a 50 million deposit first, and pay the balance within three days."

Mr. Li gritted his teeth and tapped his fingers on the table a few times: "1.9 million."

"1.85 million. If it's okay, I'll sign it; if not, I'll leave."

Mr. Li stared at him for three seconds, then nodded: "Deal."

Su Wan took out a small notebook from her bag, made a note in it, and didn't say anything.

Lu Xingyao's eyes lit up as she looked at Chen Mo.

Just as Sister Zhang was about to take the contract, the door was pushed open.

A young man walked in, about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, wearing a custom-made suit and a limited-edition Richard Miller watch on his wrist.

An assistant carrying a briefcase followed behind him, walking at a moderate pace.

Mr. Li's face turned pale, and he took half a step back.

The young man glanced at President Li, a hint of mockery playing on his lips.

"Mr. Li, I heard you found a buyer? Why didn't you let me know? I thought our cooperation was quite close."

His tone was sarcastic, every word sounded like a smile, but his eyes were as cold as knives.

Mr. Li's lips trembled slightly, and he didn't dare to reply.

Chen Mo glanced at Sister Zhang.

Sister Zhang kept her head down, avoiding eye contact.

She was the one who notified them; the sales office couldn't afford to offend Hongyuan's influence.

The young man turned to Chen Mo and extended his hand: "Wang Jun. Hongyuan Capital."

Chen Mo didn't shake his hand, but leaned back on the sofa and looked at him.

Wang Jun withdrew his hand, not embarrassed at all, and sat down opposite him, crossing his legs.

The assistant stood behind him, took a document from his briefcase, placed it on the table, and then stepped back.

"Mr. Chen, Hongyuan is very interested in this property. Mr. Li is currently facing financial difficulties, and we are willing to offer 1 million yuan to acquire it. Isn't it inappropriate for you to interfere?"

Chen Mo: "1 million? Why didn't you buy it sooner?"

Wang Jun crossed his legs and tapped his fingertips lightly twice on the sofa armrest.

"Mr. Chen offered 1.85 million, which is too high a premium and not worthwhile."

Chen Mo ignored him and turned to ask President Li, "Did you bring the contract?"

Mr. Li was stunned, then quickly nodded: "Yes, I brought it."

Chen Mo took the contract, turned to the last page, and signed it.

Wang Jun's expression changed slightly: "Mr. Chen, I'm talking to you."

Chen Mo put down the contract, leaned back on the sofa, and then looked up at him: "What does it matter to me how much you pay?"

"you--"

"I'll offer my price, you offer yours."

Chen Mo interrupted him, "The house belongs to President Li; he can sell it to whomever he wants. You offered more than me, so naturally he'll sell it to you. What, can't you afford it?"

Wang Jun stared at him, his chest heaving slightly.

Chen Mo ignored him and said to President Li, "1.85 million. Pay the deposit first, and the balance will be settled within three days."

Mr. Li swallowed hard, glanced at Wang Jun's ashen face, and nodded through gritted teeth: "Deal, deal."

Wang Jun's smile returned, but his eyes turned cold: "Mr. Chen, Hongyuan has been operating in Hangzhou for many years and has good relationships with all parties. You're new here; is it worth offending people over a single property?"

Chen Mo stood up, walked up to Wang Jun, and looked down at him: "Are you here to threaten me?"

Wang Jun also stood up, his smile completely gone: "Mr. Chen, I've given you face."

He took out his phone and made a call. His voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear.

"Uncle Zhao, someone is breaking the rules and insisting on buying Mr. Li's house."

After hanging up the phone, he sat down again, lit a cigar, and exhaled a puff of smoke: "Wait two minutes."

Chen Mo didn't wait for him; instead, he continued signing the contract and paying the deposit.

Two minutes later, Chen Mo's phone vibrated.

A text message from a domestic bank: "Dear customer, your account has been temporarily frozen due to abnormal transactions. Please bring your ID card to a branch to have it unfrozen."

Chen Mo glanced at it and put the phone back in his pocket.

I only have a little over 20 million RMB in my domestic bank account, and I've already paid the deposit for the house. The rest of the money isn't in China; it's in a Citibank account in Thailand.

Overseas accounts are not subject to domestic regulation, so no matter how powerful Uncle Zhao's connections are, they have no control over them.

Wang Jun leaned back on the sofa, a cigar between his fingers, the smoke spreading between the two of them.

"Mr. Chen, it's not too late for you to back out now. I'll have Mr. Li refund your deposit."

Chen Mo offered a cigarette to President Li, but President Li didn't take it. Chen Mo lit one for himself and took a deep drag.

"It's my freedom to buy a house, and it's none of your business to tell me what to do."

Wang Jun stood up from the sofa, straightened his tie, and looked ashen-faced.

He looked at Chen Mo and said, "Mr. Chen, I've learned my lesson today. Be more careful when you go out in the future."

After saying that, he turned and left, and his assistant quickly jogged after him.

Chen Mo was completely unconcerned about Wang Jun's threats.

He's currently at the eighth level of Body Refinement; at worst, he can hide in the Tianxuan Continent to cultivate until he reaches the Inner Strength Realm before returning.

Mr. Li slumped in his chair, his shirt soaked through.

He opened his mouth, his voice trembling, "Mr. Chen, you...you've offended Hongyuan. From now on in Hangzhou..."

Chen Mo exhaled a puff of smoke: "That's my business."

After saying that, he took the two women and left, then contacted a renovation company online to handle the renovation and decoration.

That evening, Chen Mo took the two women to Thailand.