Chapter 369: Legendary Husband-Boosting Physique?

Wu An felt overjoyed inside.

No, bro.

I just came to buy a storefront as a gift for my girlfriend—how did I end up with such a huge deal?

Could it be that my An Ran is naturally a husband‑boosting physique?

He was excited inside, but he remained calm on the outside.

He was also calculating in his mind.

The upper and lower floors total six hundred square meters; at 1.5 million, that's only 2,500 per square meter.

A bargain!

Too much of a bargain!

This is practically impossible to find even with a lantern!

Why say that?

Because storefronts in town are now unobtainable even if you have money—most people won't sell, or they ask a huge premium, so for Wu An there's no point in bargain‑hunting investments.

His money still needs to be spent on the cutting edge.

But right now, this loophole is worth snatching.

The milk tea shop is located on the east side of town, which is the entrance to this street; this street is considered New Street.

Therefore, foot traffic here isn't particularly good yet, which is one reason the milk tea shop's business is poor.

For a milk tea shop, location is paramount.

As for second and third priorities, it's still location!

Say important things three times!

Looking at current development, the town's districts keep extending eastward, and Wu An also knows that this will indeed continue in the future.

Moreover, just three hundred meters east of the street entrance, a major highway will be built, becoming the town's fast‑track road to wealth.

Therefore, the town's storefronts will keep extending to the highway, and in the future this milk tea shop's location will actually be a very prosperous center.

In his previous life, after Father passed away and he returned, if he remembered correctly, a large supermarket had opened here, doing booming business.

As a result, you're telling me I can snap up an entire row of storefronts in the prosperous district?

Wu An roared in his heart.

Boss Fang saw Wu An's dumbfounded look, snorted, and said, "Forget it, forget it—I talked too much."

"Let's just talk about buying the milk tea shop."

"Do you have any other questions now?"

After saying that, Boss Fang lowered his head and sighed.

He was also indulging in wild fantasies.

Never mind whether Wu An has money—even if he did, how could he possibly splurge a million on such a large storefront in town?

Who knows how the town will develop later—if it extends westward instead, the already sparse foot traffic will only get worse.

Then those storefronts would basically be a loss.

He hadn't not thought of finding a tycoon to buy it all at once, but he simply couldn't find one.

Helpless, he could only try to split the storefronts and find a few more buyers.

Even then, finding buyers was hard, so with no choice he tried to rent out the place—which, incidentally, he was discussing with a beautiful woman.

Then Wu An showed up at his door.

There was nothing to be done.

He could only "let down" that beautiful woman.

Otherwise his old man would call every day to scold him—calling him stupid was fine—but he'd issued a death order: absolutely no losing money, only outflow, no inflow, ruining the family's luck.

Sigh.

Others only see his flashy rich‑kid façade, not realizing how hard it is to be a rich kid.

Wu An said, "I have one more question."

"Are you in a hurry to close the deal?"

Boss Fang chuckled and said, "Yeah, you could take it over… cough, cough, take it over…"

Wu An laughed: "That's a good use of the word 'take over'—if I can take it over and pay in full, how much profit can you give me?"

Boss Fang stared at Wu An and said seriously, "The tenants' rent is paid up to the end of this year."

"Originally I offered a lump sum of 1.5 million, not including rent."

"If you can pay the full amount right away, from now until New Year we can deduct three months' rent."

Wu An figured it out—he had roughly several tens of thousands; one shouldn't be too greedy, opportunities may slip away, so when it's time to act, act.

He thought it was close enough, reached out, and said, "Deal!"

"Huh?" Boss Fang blinked, saw Wu An's outstretched hand, and immediately replied, "De… deal."

He felt a little uneasy inside.

This kid is too decisive.

Boss Fang pondered; no matter what Wu An does, he's definitely not going to lose.

Wu An asked, "Going to the county tomorrow to transfer the title—no problem, right?"

"Of course no problem, but…"

"After the transfer, the money will be wired immediately."

"Okay."

"Then let's sign the contract first." Wu An took out the prepared purchase contract.

What a coincidence.

There's a print shop right next door.

Seeing the purchase contract, the print shop owner was quite surprised, glancing at Wu An several times, muttering to himself that he must be another rich second-generation, so young and already the landlord of so many of them.

Reincarnation is a skillful endeavor, huh.

Regardless of the print shop owner's rich inner thoughts, after taking the purchase contract, everyone went back to the milk tea shop.

Sign the contract.

Wu An paid ten percent as a deposit; if Boss Fang breaches the contract, he must compensate Wu An with one million.

Breach is impossible; Boss Fang tucked the purchase contract away even more carefully than Wu An.

"A An, don't leave yet, I'll treat you all to milk tea."

"Actually, I'm pretty good at making it."

"It's just this foot traffic..."

Boss Fang's face was full of excitement; realizing he misspoke, he coughed twice and added, "But the house is still easy to rent, the rent will definitely be collectible."

Wu An smiled and nodded.

Soon each person took a cup of milk tea and started drinking.

? Boss Fang kept calling him A An, and he kept calling Boss Fang Brother Fang, and they became a bit more acquainted.

Boss Fang said: "Fishermen?"

"Does fishing at sea make that much money?"

"You've made so much money, aren't you planning to go out and develop?"

Wu An shook his head: "The town is fine; I just plan to do something here at home."

He silently added in his heart, "Once I've accumulated enough capital, I'll definitely go out; I know the future prospects, and I can fully invest the money."

He dare not say short-term, but at least long-term returns can be secured.

For now.

Still, for now I'll muddle along on this little plot of land; once I get things straight and gain some experience, I can step onto a bigger stage, avoiding the fate of being crushed as soon as I show my head.

Boss Fang nodded and said no more.

Everyone has their own aspirations.

While they were drinking milk tea, A Qing suddenly bumped his arm, signaling him to look up; outside on the road, Lin Hu, Lin Bin, several young men from the village, and some unfamiliar faces—all young people, seven or eight of them—were escorting Shen Nan swaggering through the market.

It seemed he had sensed something.

Shen Nan turned his face, just in time to meet Wu An's gaze.

Shen Nan smiled and walked over with his entourage: "A An, what a coincidence, drinking milk tea here?"

Wu An nodded: "Can't go out to sea, nothing much."

Shen Nan pulled over a chair and sat down, saying: "I have something to tell you, concerning Lin Hu."

Wu An glanced at Lin Hu standing behind him; the latter's gaze was somewhat evasive.

"Oh, what is it?"

"I heard you and Lin Hu have some disagreement," he began.

"It's not a disagreement, just a money dispute." Wu An interrupted him, smiling, "Are you planning to pay his debt for him?"

"..." Shen Nan coughed once and said, "I don't really know the details, so..."

"I see, if you're not going to pay his debt, then there's probably nothing to discuss about him." Wu An finished speaking, swept his gaze over them, and said, "Are they all hanging out with you now?"

Shen Nan shrugged: "I guess so."

Wu An asked: "As the big boss, aren't you going to treat your brothers to milk tea?"

Shen Nan: "This..."

Wu An: "Milk tea isn't expensive; a fully loaded cup is only about ten or so yuan."

"You're not even willing to spring for milk tea under a hundred yuan, are you?"

Shen Nan snorted: "So cheap..."

Wu An looked at Boss Fang: "Brother Fang, nine cups—will a hundred yuan be enough?"

Boss Fang chuckled: "Out of respect for your face, I'll just take a hundred yuan."

Wu An turned back.

Shen Nan pulled out money, feeling uneasy inside; obviously he was the one paying, yet it seemed the favor was owed to Wu An!