Chapter 808: House Viewing

The entire wall was a huge floor-to-ceiling window, and Liang Yan stood by the window.

The real estate agent in a gray suit stood a step behind him to the side, speaking gently: "Our apartment faces the Huangpu River; the river view is unobstructed, and look opposite—that row is the Bund."

Liang Yan could see it.

The Huangpu River was right below; afternoon sunlight fell on the water, sparkling. Slightly lifting his eyelids, opposite was the Bund, old buildings with a last-century feel standing side by side, dense crowds like big ants slowly moving along the riverbank.

In his view was a congested boulevard, yet it was very quiet.

The real estate agent continued softly: "Although you can't see that side, if you exit the community gate and walk two steps north, you're at Zhengda Guangchang—it's very close. If you live here, you won't need to drive to matches; you can just walk there."

One could tell the agent didn't understand the esports industry but had done some homework, only superficially—who competes from home?

Lu Wenjun, standing on the other side, couldn't help but want to roll his eyes.

Liang Yan didn't expose him, just asked casually: "Walk over? Is it really that close?"

The agent smiled: "About five hundred meters; walking slowly it'd be just a few minutes."

Liang Yan hummed, then laughed with Lu Wenjun: "That's great—after matches, coming home just means turning a corner out the door."

Lu Wenjun was amused, giving a helpless chuckle twice.

Liang Yan slipped his hands into his pockets, left the window, and looked around.

The house is huge, a super-large flat over three hundred square meters, with the living room connected to the dining room and kitchen, separated by an island counter; the finish is move-in ready, showing the previous owner's minimalist taste—overall a beige and light gray scheme, looking clean everywhere, you could move in with just your bags.

As for why we're looking at second-hand homes, whether it's this community called Sea View No. 1 or the neighboring Thomson, or even several nearby communities, new apartments were snapped up centuries ago, so anyone wanting to buy here can only get second-hand.

Liang Yan said money wasn't an issue, so Lu Wenjun recommended this place—actually also to test Liang Yan, because he was really curious about Liang Yan's net worth.

Now they were really viewing the apartment, but Lu Wenjun spoke little, mainly just accompanying; he also quietly followed Liang Yan around, looking around.

The agent kept half a step behind, matching his movements.

"Many call this plot 'No. 1 Apartment,' sounding like an apartment, but it's actually a proper seventy-year ownership residence, eligible for hukou and schooling, just like a regular community—those 'apartments' are just outsiders' mistaken names."

"Forget that—when buying a house you look at the surrounding facilities," Lu Wenjun interjected.

The agent immediately replied: "Facilities are complete—within one kilometer there are three large malls, the nearest being Guojin Center; within five hundred meters two parks, making strolling and running easy; plus small supermarkets, hospitals, kindergartens—all the basics are there, so you have nothing to worry about in daily life."

Liang Yan gave a slight nod, noncommittal; he didn't need any of that.

He just wanted to own a place with an address, exclusively his, where he could occasionally stay, unlike a hotel where swiping the card out leaves you with nothing.

He walked to the master bedroom doorway and glanced inside twice.

The master bedroom also had a river-view window, with a huge sill covered in a blanket; pulling back the curtains reveals the Huangpu River.

The agent continued: "The owner's asking price is 280,000, but I personally think a fair price is around 250,000; we'll negotiate with the owner later……"

250,000 per square meter.

Meaning a floor tile here could buy two apartments in Hegang.

Liang Yan didn't respond, turning into the study to have a look.

"Although the neighboring unit sells for a bit more, honestly our design is more reasonable—they're a first-generation large flat, while we're second-generation, with all standards and facilities upgraded, and the design concept is more advanced."

Liang Yan still didn't respond, exiting the study, returning to the living room, pulling open a floor-to-ceiling window, and stepping onto the balcony.

The balcony likewise faced the river, its wooden deck very wide—you could drag the whole VG team over for a barbecue with no problem. A cool breeze blew; Liang Yan leaned on the railing gazing into the distance, then turned his head sideways, less than fifty meters away, making eye contact with a middle-aged man on the balcony of a Thomson unit opposite; Liang Yan found the man somewhat familiar, but couldn't recall who he was at the moment.

Not remembering didn't matter; stray thoughts drifted away with the wind. Liang Yan lowered his gaze to the community's internal greenery below: a few properly dressed residents strolled along the green path, two kids played on the lawn, when suddenly one was shoved, sat down and wailed; after just a few seconds of crying, a uniformed elderly woman hurried out from a shaded side path, picked up the child—though she didn't look like a relative, possibly a helper.

Liang Yan watched the elderly woman carry the child away, while the other child stood where they were, watching them go; Liang Yan found the scene quite interesting.

Here there's no hustle-and-bustle, but there is indeed a sense of life.

"This one," Liang Yan suddenly said.

"The nearest school is a public nine-year…… huh?" The agent froze, thinking he'd misheard.

"This one."

Liang Yan turned and said to Lu Wenjun:

Lu Wenjun looked at him: "Sure?"

"Sure."

Buying this apartment might not even count as having a home.

Subjectively, Liang Yan felt this could only be considered a connection point between him and society?

That's enough.

Lu Wenjun looked at Liang Yan, who was silent for a moment, nodded, then turned to the still-dazed agent: "Get the contract ready, ASAP. Also, we might not have time to come by often, so many procedures may need you to handle them for us."

"No problem!"

The Miss Real Estate Agent from a certain second-hand-house website, wearing light makeup, was thrilled inside.

This apartment had been listed for nearly half a year; in that time she'd brought over ten groups to view it, most just "sightseeing," though some showed signing intent—but in the end none followed through, with some even promising to sign the next day before leaving, only to delete her WeChat once in the car……

Today this client seemed too young; she assumed he was just here to look around, didn't say anything aloud, but inside held no hope at all. Yet he casually made the decision.

The agent did her best to keep her expression composed.

"May I ask, are you paying a down payment or……"

"Full payment."