Chapter 442: It’s Only Forty Million

“Yes, I already spoke with him. He refused. Got it. Thanks.”

Wang Yun had just stepped into the living room when he overheard voices drifting in from the hallway outside.

For anyone else, this would’ve been impossible.

But just who was this man, and why had he come seeking him three times?

More importantly, he’d even managed to get to his home.

And that wasn’t just any home. The neighborhood Wang Yun lived in now was the crème de la crème of high-end residences.

Gaining access without the homeowner’s permission?

Even ambulances would have a hard time getting through the gate.

“So how the hell did he find this place?” Wang Yun muttered as he dropped onto the couch.

He pulled out the business card again, studying it carefully for a long moment before getting up and heading to the study. Booting up his computer, he keyed in the string of numbers printed on the card.

Huh?

What he saw stunned him: nothing came up.

Just a short message blinking back at him.

“This number is invalid. What do you mean, invalid?”

Was it an unregistered burner? Or had the number been deliberately masked by the telecom provider?

Wang Yun stared at the screen, perplexed.

This was the first time he’d encountered something like this.

Then a thought struck him: if a phone number could be so thoroughly hidden, then the person behind it must truly be someone exceptional. A person far beyond the reach of ordinary folk. Maybe even more powerful than he’d imagined.

That realization piqued his interest. Suddenly, he was curious about the man behind that card.

After all, getting to know a few kings and tycoons wouldn’t be a bad thing.

Buzz.

Just then, his phone lit up.

It was a message from Xiao Yanran.

“Brother Wang Yun, you’re awake~ ??”

Cute emoji spam.

Wang Yun looked at the string of playful stickers and couldn’t help but smile.

“Yup. I’ll come pick you up after work tonight.”

After hitting send, he decided to head downstairs for lunch.

He’d spent the past few days driving nonstop. Even though he’d caught up on sleep, his body still felt sluggish. And after so many days of sitting idle, he found himself suddenly missing the feeling of working up a sweat.

Conveniently, the complex had its own private gym, exclusive to residents.

While it was also technically open to the public, the membership fees were astronomical. Very few outsiders ever came to use the facilities.

But perhaps because of that, the gym was unusually popular with women.

Most of the female members came from nearby neighborhoods, drawn by the chance to maybe bump into a wealthy husband-to-be. Even if nothing came of it, just meeting one would make the pricey gym membership worth it.

Wang Yun freshened up and grabbed a quick lunch at the mall by the gate.

Then, he bought himself a set of workout clothes and headed straight for the gym.

To get in, he needed to register his information with the property office.

He called ahead, and to his surprise, the office didn’t even ask for proof of residence. Instead, the moment he hung up, someone came hurrying to meet him at the gym entrance.

A young man in his late twenties jogged up to him.

“Mr. Wang, right? I was thinking of paying you a visit earlier, but I didn’t want to disturb your rest,” he said warmly as he approached.

Wang Yun had to admit this was some top-tier service.

He hadn’t even lived in the neighborhood for a full week yet, and hadn’t once set foot in the property office. He’d had to ask Director Zhou just to get their number.

Yet this man recognized him immediately, as if they were old acquaintances.

“It’s fine,” Wang Yun said, casually.

The young man smiled and gestured toward the entrance. “You’re here to work out, right? It’ll take a few extra minutes this time while we set up your profile. Next time, you can just come in using facial recognition.”

“You can call me Xiao Qian,” he added politely as he led the way.

The gym was housed in its own standalone building, five stories tall.

It was Wang Yun’s first time stepping inside.

The entrance alone was a statement of luxury. It didn’t look like a gym at all. More like a high-end real estate showroom or private club.

Crystal chandeliers, leather seating, decorative glass displays—every detail screamed wealth.

“Supervisor Zhang, this is Mr. Wang, the owner of Building Eight,” Xiao Qian called out to a man behind the front desk.

The man had a clean-cut appearance and a solid build. Upon hearing who it was, he immediately put on a professional smile and walked out to greet him.

“Building Eight, huh? So this is the famous new owner. Handsome too! Nice to meet you, Mr. Wang.”

He stepped forward to shake Wang Yun’s hand personally.

Wang Yun was a bit taken aback by the enthusiastic welcome.

All he wanted was a quiet workout and he still needed to pick up Xiao Yanran later.

Sensing his impatience, Xiao Qian quickly stepped in to explain.

“The villa in Building Eight is actually the most expensive property in the entire neighborhood. It’s always been empty, until now. Since it’s rare to meet the owner in person, we’re honored to finally greet you.”

Wang Yun raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

“It’s only forty million,” he replied offhandedly.

Both Supervisor Zhang and the receptionist across the desk froze for a second.

The woman’s pupils visibly dilated.