Chapter 370: Eleven Large Storefronts

After browsing the documents, the person in charge gave an answer: "On Lingshan Road, just across the street, there is a new development project about to be completed. The row of commercial storefronts on the ground floor can be used for compensation."

In his past life, Shen Yan had spent six years in Shanghai and had heard of this area. Lingshan Road was a logistics industrial park, and the storefronts belonged to a street of restaurants near a wet market; the geographical location was actually quite good.

After clarifying the specific location, Shen Yan drove to the site to inspect it, and he already had a plan in mind.

In any case, he wasn't short on money now. Renting out these storefronts would bring in millions every year, and the storefronts would continue to appreciate in value; even with his eyes closed, he knew how to choose.

Shen Yan couldn't be bothered to run back and forth, so he signed the demolition agreement on the spot. For the 1,440 square meters of building space, based on a 1:1.2 ratio, Shen Yan could be allocated 11 storefronts of 160 square meters each.

The compensation would be in place within two months.

At the same time, he would be compensated with a two-year rental subsidy. At a rate of ten yuan per square meter, that was nearly 520,000 for two years. Adding the signing bonus and other miscellaneous compensation, the final cash amount Shen Yan would receive was two million.

When leaving the site, Wu Yue'er felt completely dizzy. In a place like Shanghai where every inch of land is worth gold, Shen Yan now owned eleven large storefronts?

It felt just like a dream.

She was curious why Shen Yan didn't just take the cash; did he think housing prices would continue to rise?

Shen Yan gave an affirmative answer: "Shanghai housing prices will definitely skyrocket in the future. Besides, I'm not short on money right now. With those storefronts, even if I don't do anything in the future, just collecting rent will make life as happy as an immortal's."

Actually, buying storefronts at this time was not the best choice; in the next few years, the return on investment for residential properties would be far higher than for storefronts.

But Shen Yan couldn't be bothered to go through the trouble, so he just left it at that.

Hearing this, the scene of herself as a landlady involuntarily appeared in Wu Yue'er's mind.

"Hey lady, pay the rent for this year."

"You are so annoying, I'm not renting to you anymore, get lost!"

Thinking of this, Wu Yue'er couldn't help but "pfft" and laugh out loud. Shen Yan asked her what she was giggling about, but she didn't answer, instead saying with a smile: "Hubby, you're so rich now, why do you still run around and fuss all day? Wouldn't it be better to just lie flat and enjoy life?"

Shen Yan tilted his head; he didn't seem to have been fussing much, as he spent most of his time traveling and enjoying life.

It was just that since the opportunity was right in front of him, wouldn't it be a pity not to seize it?

At two in the afternoon, the sky was clear and blue, and the tender green leaves shimmered with a faint light under the sun, as beautiful and moving as jade.

After finishing his business, Shen Yan ran to a housekeeping company near the villa that specialized in serving high-end residences and hired a nanny, a landscaper, and a pool maintenance worker.

Then he contacted professionals to build a badminton court and a tennis court in the basement.

The costs were twenty thousand and fifty thousand respectively.

In addition, he bought a ping-pong table for his own amusement.

At Building 15 of Junqing Haoting, Shen Yan signaled the workers to drive in, and just then, a blue convertible Ferrari passed by the front of the house.

Strangely, the other party passed by and then backed up.

And the figure sitting in the driver's seat was none other than the famous Wanda scion, Wang Sicong.

In the passenger seat was an 8.5-point beauty with exquisite makeup.

At this time, Wang Sicong was only in his early twenties, in the prime of his life. Judging by his appearance, his face was somewhat round, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a high nose. He wasn't a handsome man in the traditional sense, but he was definitely above passing grade.

He was wearing a sky-blue shirt over a white T-shirt, with slim-fit jeans on the bottom; the brand was unrecognizable.

It must have come from the hands of some famous designer.

Paired with those black-framed sunglasses, his coolness was maxed out.

Shen Yan didn't expect to run into this young master in the villa area, and he wondered if he was a neighbor, or perhaps here to visit a friend?

"I never look at whether my friends have money, because none of them have as much as I do."

Unaccountably, Shen Yan recalled the other party's classic quote. People have the confidence to be arrogant; Wang Sicong took off his sunglasses, and a flash of amazement crossed his eyes.

It was only because Wu Yue'er, who was beside Shen Yan, was excessively beautiful. Among the beauties he had seen, she could definitely rank in the top five, especially that pure and stunning look without any makeup, which could only be seen on those schoolgirls.

After the amazement, he finally had time to size up Shen Yan. It was certain that his level of handsomeness killed his own, and being able to live here meant the other party's net worth was not low.

No wonder he could hook such a high-level goddess.

He opened the car door and walked straight over, extending his hand to Shen Yan: "Hello, my name is Wang Sicong. I just moved in last month, living next door at Building 16."

Shen Yan smiled warmly and reached out to shake it: "Hello, I'm Shen Yan, I just moved in last week."

"No wonder, I was wondering why I hadn't seen you."

Wang Sicong suddenly realized, then immediately said familiarly: "I see you've called so many workers, are you preparing to renovate your home? Do you need help? I have the contact information for all the renovation teams."

Shen Yan couldn't figure out the other party's angle, so he politely declined: "Thank you for your kindness, I don't usually live here, so there's no need for a major renovation. These workers are ones I hired to build a badminton court and a tennis court."

Hearing this, Wang Sicong's eyes lit up: "I only have two hobbies, playing games and tennis. How about it, want to come to my place for a round?"

The implication was that his house had a ready-made tennis court.

Since he was idle anyway, Shen Yan arranged for the construction workers and had the new nanny, Wang Xiuzhu, keep an eye on them, then brought Wu Yue'er to Building 16.

Building 15 used a modern design style, while Building 16 used a French style, with a Mansard roof and sloped angles, presenting a magnificent aura.

Looking around, one could see that Wang Sicong had done quite a bit of hardscaping in the garden; in the corner of the lawn was a standard tennis court, surrounded by fences.

Next to the tennis court was a clear, azure swimming pool.

At this time, the young and beautiful nanny brought over four bottles of Fiji water, an imported product. Shen Yan and Wu Yue'er twisted the caps and found they were unopened, so they drank them with peace of mind.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The sound of the racket hitting the tennis ball, and the sound of the ball landing on the ground, followed one after another.

There were no match rules, no scoring system; Shen Yan just went back and forth with Wang Sicong, hitting the ball to each other.

As it stood, this young master had some knack for tennis, but not much. Shen Yan, a layman, relied on his superior reaction speed to easily parry all the offensives.

After gradually getting used to the feel, he launched a counterattack with measured steps.

"Bang!"

Once again, the tennis ball flew out from the inside of the boundary line.

"Hubby, you're so cool!"

Seeing this, Wu Yue'er, who was sitting on a lounge chair next to the center post, did not hesitate to express her admiration, clapping and cheering there, which only made Wang Sicong feel incredibly depressed.

In the past, it was always beauties cheering him on; he never expected to run into a tough opponent today.

Damn! It would be one thing if he were just handsome, but he also plays ball so well.

The one thing to be thankful for is that Shen Yan is not as rich as he is; this point is beyond doubt.

Wang Sicong gave Shen Yan a thumbs up: "Shen Yan, you're something else; your ball skills are top-notch."

Shen Yan grinned, then intentionally or otherwise began to control his own pace so as not to embarrass this young master too much, and the two chatted while playing ball.