Chapter 10 - 10 Poverty Limits Imagination

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"Is this Mr. Fang Jueyu?" A slightly chubby middle-aged man rushed in five minutes later. He had received a call and hurried back from his business trip. "Hello, I am Fang Jueyu!" Fang Jueyu extended a hand for a symbolic handshake. "Mr. Fang, you are truly young and accomplished, having such a vast fortune at such a young age," the manager started with a flattering remark. "I am Wang Zhihai, the manager of Jiangnan Villa. I am currently responsible for all the logistics and property management here. If you have any issues, feel free to contact me!" "Thank you for the trouble, Manager Wang!" Of course, Fang Jueyu wasn't going to give out his number. Such matters would surely be handled by Zhuang Ying. "Manager Wang, can we see the villa now? Mr. Fang is tired from the journey and needs some rest," Zhuang Ying, acting as an assistant, said. If the pleasantries continued, who knew when they could actually move in. Wang Zhihai suddenly became a lot more alert. He had perhaps overestimated himself. Although Mr. Fang looked approachable, his assistant certainly seemed formidable. It appeared they just wanted to settle in quickly and had no interest in idle chat with a lowly manager. "Of course, of course, I have the keys with me. We can go immediately!" Wang Zhihai dared not show any temper. "Please take my car, it's a short distance to Villa No. 1." "No need for the trouble, we have our car. You can lead the way in front!" Zhuang Ying responded coldly. "Alright, please follow me!" Wang Zhihai was now somewhat dejected. As a manager of this type of real estate, Wang Zhihai's company car wasn't low-end, or else ferrying around esteemed guests would be beneath him. His vehicle was a Maybach, priced upwards of three million US Dollars. When he saw Fang Jueyu's Porsche, he was a bit surprised. Such wealth driving a car like this seemed rather understated. Naturally, Fang Jueyu wasn't aware of Wang Zhihai's thoughts. In his mind, this car was already considered a luxury vehicle. Perhaps he didn't quite understand the world of the truly wealthy? The two cars drove into the neighborhood, with an enormous artificial lake at its center. Villa No. 1 was situated right in the middle of this lake, the focal point of the villa complex, akin to the moon surrounded by stars. There was only one specially crafted road leading to Villa No. 1, and a guard was assigned to ensure the homeowner's safety. Despite being prepared, when Fang Jueyu saw the villa, he couldn't help but gasp. Perhaps it's not an exaggeration to describe it as a palace? Sёarᴄh the NôvelFire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. The villa had four levels; the lowest was a garage, while the top was an open-air garden surrounded by a suspended ring-shaped swimming pool, a design that's both bold and innovative. The villa's shape wasn't square; it looked like a disjointed Rubik's cube, with a strong sci-fi vibe. "Young Master, are you satisfied?" Seeing Fang Jueyu's expression, Zhuang Ying already knew he was incredibly pleased with this villa. "Satisfied...of course I'm satisfied." Fang Jueyu was eager to take a look inside. "Then I won't disturb you further!" Wang Zhihai handed over the villa keys and sensibly left first. "Thank you, Manager Wang!" Fang Jueyu thanked him. "Sister Ying, why did you seem a bit cold towards Manager Wang?" Fang Jueyu had wanted to ask this in the car. "Young Master, you need to know that many people would want to interact with you and get close to you because of your wealth. Of course, I don't discriminate against anyone due to their status, but I saw flattery and greed in Manager Wang's eyes. There's no need to associate with such people." "Understood!" Fang Jueyu nodded, suddenly grasping something. "Come on, let's go inside first!" Zhuang Ying said mysteriously. "I've had someone redecorate the villa. Although time was a bit tight, you should like it!" Fang Jueyu excitedly walked into the villa, wary of setting foot on the luxurious tiles. "These tiles are custom-made, with an artificial crystal layer added to the surface," Zhuang Ying explained. "Each tile measures 40cm x 40cm, priced at approximately 5,000 yuan each!" "5,000 yuan per tile?" Fang Jueyu was about to go insane. That meant over 30,000 per square meter? Even the house prices in the city center were at that level! At the entrance were two Qinghua porcelain vases about a meter high, with fresh plants inside. Clearly, those tidying up the house were very meticulous. "These are a pair of rare Qinghua porcelain vases from the Song dynasty, likely passed down from your ancestors. Their current value should exceed 12 million, each," Zhuang Ying added. "Hiss..." Fang Jueyu gasped again. Placing antiques at the front door, how wealthy do you have to be to do that? Yet he didn't doubt Zhuang Ying's words. His ancestors had long acquired the "Little Yi" system. At the time, they might have already been quite wealthy, so perhaps these vases were antiques to him but not to his ancestors. Accumulating a plethora of items over generations wasn't all that surprising. "Wait, Sister Ying, you're not saying all the decorations in this villa are antiques, are you?" "Of course, this villa also features a study with many original works from famous figures such as Tang Yin, Wang Xizhi, and Zheng Banqiao. It's not just one or two pieces, and there are even works from foreign celebrities!" "You're sure they're all originals?" Fang Jueyu asked again for confirmation. Zhuang Ying nodded seriously. Fang Jueyu pointed at a huge oil painting on the wall, "What's this? Don't underestimate my education, I recognize Van Gogh's 'Starry Night,' and this painting should be in the Museum of Modern Art in New York, right?" "Hehe, why don't you check what's written on the back of this painting?" Zhuang Ying smiled mysteriously once more. Perplexed, Fang Jueyu walked over, took the painting off the wall, and examined it carefully. It appeared significantly different from the one in his art textbook, with a few lines of text on the back that he couldn't understand. "What is this? It's not English, is it?" Fang Jueyu felt awkward. "This is Dutch. When translated, it reads: 'Thank my Huaxia friend Fang Kun for helping me in my darkest times. I created a version of "Starry Night," gifting him half as a token of gratitude—Van Gogh.'" "Fang Kun? Could it be another ancestor of mine?" Fang Jueyu was feeling a bit numb. At that moment, Little Yi's voice echoed in his ear: "Yes, host, Fang Kun was the 91st host of the system. When Van Gogh was at his lowest, he encountered your ancestor while traveling the world, who provided him with funds to learn and study painting. Thus, Van Gogh gifted him this painting upon completion!" "May I ask, how much could this painting sell for?" Fang Jueyu asked meekly. "If it were the original in New York, it would be around four hundred million dollars now. Of course, that's a priceless treasure and wouldn't be sold even if someone offered money. As for your version, because it features an inscription from Mr. Van Gogh and its historical significance, it's probably worth at least six hundred million dollars!" "Hehehe..." Fang Jueyu was completely dumbfounded this time. He finally understood one sentence: poverty truly limits imagination!

Chapter 10 - 10 Poverty Limits Imagination

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