Chapter Six: Top-tier VIP

Zhao Fan was taken aback.

Big Gold Tooth’s gaze followed Wang Ying’s pointing finger and landed on him. Noticing Zhao Fan’s cheap clothes and disheveled appearance, he said with great self-importance, “What kind of security do you have here? How did you let in such a pauper? Look at him—there’s no way he can afford a house here. Get him out, or what if he contaminates my treasures?”

Dong Feifei was counting on this deal for her commission—how could she afford to offend Big Gold Tooth? She immediately forced a smile and said, “You’re absolutely right, sir. I’ll have security escort him out right away. Rest assured, Cloudside Mansion is the most upscale neighborhood in Yang City, and our security is impeccable!”

Dong Feifei waved for security. Zhao Fan frowned with displeasure. “I came to view a house. Is this how you treat your clients?”

Wang Ying couldn’t help but snicker at his words.

“With you? That’s truly ridiculous. The cheapest house here is a million at least—can you afford that?” She looked at Zhao Fan with disdain, inwardly sighing at how she’d never noticed before how much he liked to put on airs.

A pauper whose family had to sell their house and their kidneys just to scrape together a bride price—how could he possibly afford a place this expensive?

She was convinced Zhao Fan was just showing off, which only made her despise him more. “Cloudside Mansion is a community designed for the wealthy. Only people like Brother Li, with a net worth in the tens of millions, are qualified to live here. Take a look at yourself in the mirror—how could someone as shabby as you deserve such a fine house?”

Li Hao, basking in Wang Ying’s flattery, wrapped an arm around her waist and said smugly, “You heard her, right? This isn’t a place for the likes of you. Get lost!”

Zhao Fan showed no anger, replying calmly to the saleswoman, “You just said there are single-family villas available here? Fine, I’ll take one. Cash. I’ll pay now.”

Li Hao burst out laughing. “If you can really cough up the money, I’ll call you dad!”

Dong Feifei was caught in a difficult spot. Judging by appearances, she sided with Li Hao—Zhao Fan didn’t look remotely wealthy.

“Sir, please just leave. We don’t serve people like you here…”

The people around them looked at Zhao Fan, their eyes full of mockery. Voices rose in a chorus:

“I’ve seen lots of people like him—no money for a house but loves house-hunting. He doesn’t have two hundred on him, and a villa is at least two million. How could he possibly afford it?”

“Probably just jealous of that guy buying a house with a hot girl in his arms. Losers love to compare themselves!”

“Hahaha…”

A faint anger rose in Zhao Fan’s heart, and he was about to lose his temper when suddenly a slightly annoyed voice interrupted:

“What’s going on here? Such noise and commotion—how unseemly! If anyone sees this, it’ll ruin our company’s image!”

The newcomer was Xu An, the sales manager of Cloudside Mansion. He was displeased by the ruckus in the sales hall. Standing beside him was a middle-aged man in a suit—none other than Mu Tianrong, the branch manager Zhao Fan had met earlier that morning.

Dong Feifei immediately complained, pointing at Zhao Fan, “Manager Xu, this man can’t afford a house but refuses to leave, disturbing our clients. I was just about to have him thrown out.”

Xu An frowned at this. “Is that so? Security, remove this—”

Before he could finish, Mu Tianrong stepped forward, grasped Zhao Fan’s hands, and exclaimed, “President Zhao! What a coincidence to meet you here again. Are you house-hunting as well?”

Anyone who could deposit twenty million in one transaction was an elite client, certainly someone of immense wealth. In a small place like Yang City, multimillionaires were rare, so Mu Tianrong was exceedingly respectful toward Zhao Fan.

Xu An was dumbfounded. “Manager Mu, you know President Zhao?”

He scrutinized Zhao Fan from head to toe—he didn’t look like an executive at all!

“Of course I do. Mr. Zhao is one of our bank’s top VIPs.”

Wang Ying and Li Hao were even more stupefied—Zhao Fan, a top VIP?

It must be a joke!

Wang Ying knew better than anyone how poor Zhao Fan’s family was. She hurriedly asked, “Manager Mu, are you sure you’re not mistaken? How could he possibly be a VIP client?”

Mu Tianrong looked at her with obvious displeasure. “I personally received this client—how could I be mistaken? And you, what right do you have to question President Zhao?”

Xu An was a seasoned veteran. Anyone held in such esteem by Mu Tianrong had to be someone extraordinary.

In recent years, Yang City’s real estate market had been sluggish—many developments and few buyers, prices refusing to rise. Cloudside Mansion had been open for two years and sold only a handful of units. If things continued like this, Xu An would soon be out of a job.

That was why he had asked Mu Tianrong to come view the properties and, hopefully, attract some investment from his bank. Now that Zhao Fan was Mu Tianrong’s valued client, Xu An dared not slight him and hurried to curry favor.

“With Manager Mu’s important client, you are also a VIP at Cloudside Mansion. If you wish to buy, President Zhao, I’ll personally give you a twenty percent discount and throw in a free parking spot. How about it?”

A bargain delivered to his door—Zhao Fan wasn’t about to refuse.

“Perfect. I was just planning to purchase a single-family villa. Thank you, Manager Xu.” Zhao Fan took out his bank card and, in full view of everyone, swiped 1.6 million on the spot. Wang Ying’s eyes nearly popped out of her head.

When had Zhao Fan become so wealthy?

Standing to one side, Dong Feifei was filled with regret. She’d offended one of Manager Mu’s most important clients—her job was likely on the line.