"This is the room card for Borui Villa Number 1 in East City, please check it for ."
Mo Han handed the villa’s room card to the sales associate from his pocket, his gaze indifferently sweeping over the crowd, "One dog barks at its own shadow, a hundred dogs bark at the sound."
Everyone was taken aback, what did he an by that?
Luo Xuanran looked utterly perplexed, "Mo Han, what are you talking about?"
"Chen Chen, you tell him."
Mo Han glanced at his daughter, and Chen Chen stepped forward, shaking her small head as she explained, "One dog barks at its own shadow, a hundred dogs bark at the sound. It ans that when one dog saw its shadow and thought it was a bad person, it started barking, and then other dogs heard the barking and started to bark as well."
When Mo Han was bored at ho, he often watched children’s programs with his daughter, and they had learned this proverb together.
"Pfft..."
Luo Ning couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
The Luo Shanchuan family’s faces were red with anger. Damn Mo Han, was he insinuating that they were dogs?
The others also wore unsightly expressions, looking at Mo Han with displeasure.
This was basically saying we don’t discern the truth and mindlessly agree like dogs?
Luo Xuanran, looking at the purple-gold card in the sales associate’s hand, said coldly, "Return the room card? Do you think you’re at a hotel?"
Onlookers also started to mock, "This poor sod really knows how to blow his own trumpet, claiming to have Borui Villa Number 1. Does he even know how much that villa is worth?"
"Exactly, you need at least a hundred million in assets to afford a Borui Villa. This guy is decked in cheap street clothes—if he can afford Villa Number 1, I’ll jump off the 33rd floor!"
"Using a hair salon mbership card as a room card? Waiter, what are you standing there for? Call security, and throw him out!"
"If you don’t have him thrown out now, I’m going to complain to your supervisor!"
To everyone’s surprise, the sales associate ignored the crowd’s comnts this ti. She respectfully caught the purple-gold card with both hands, her mouth twitching as she asked, "Sir, is this your card?"
She recognized the card in her hand imdiately; it was indeed a dedicated room card for the Borui Villa area in East City.
Sales associates like her were trained before they started their job. Anyone holding a purple-gold card must be treated with respect, or they could be fired at any mont.
"Sothing like that." Mo Han touched his nose, he had only received the room card that morning and wasn’t sure if the paperwork for the house had been completed yet.
The sales associate swallowed hard, careful to ask, "Would you like to confirm your information first, sir?"
"Sure!"
With the purple-gold card, the sales associate ran all the way to the VIP custor lounge and communicated with a middle-aged man in a suit, who, upon inspecting the number on the back, nearly went weak at the knees.
Oh my! Number 1! This was the Number 1 villa!
Others might not have known who owned Villa Number 1, but as the manager of the Borui sales departnt, he was painfully aware that it was a property specifically reserved by Zhou’s Construction Group chairman, Old Master Zhou, and the renovations alone had cost tens of millions.
"Buzz buzz buzz..."
Right then, the manager’s phone rang. As soon as he saw the number, he broke out in a sweat, "Hello, Miss Zhou, it’s ..."
Over the phone ca Zhao Xintong’s indifferent voice, "Change the ownership of Villa Number 1 to a Mr. Mo Han. I’ve already sent the details to your email; get it done quickly!"
"Yes, yes, yes!" The manager nodded frantically, "I’ll get on it right now."
As if sothing occurred to him, he glanced at Mo Han in the lobby, swallowed hard, and said, "Miss Zhou, the Mr. Mo Han you ntioned should already be in our sales hall..."
"Why are you still standing there! Hurry up and greet him!" Zhou Xintong’s tone grew sharper, "I warn you, Liu Wei, Mister Mo is my grandfather’s lifesaver. If you don’t take good care of him, you won’t be working for the Zhou Clan anymore!"
Snap!
With the call disconnected, Manager Liu Wei had no ti to rest. He quickly straightened his clothes and ran out of the reception room.
"You’re Mr. Mo Han, right?"
"Hmm." Mo Han nodded, his brows slightly furrowed, "And you are?"
"Hello, Mr. Mo Han, I’m Liu Wei, the manager of the Borui sales departnt. You can just call Xiao Liu." The manager handed the purple-gold card back to Mo Han with both hands, his voice carrying a hint of ingratiating politeness, "I’m truly sorry, the staff mbers are new and didn’t know you’re the owner of Villa Number 1."
"Xiao Chen, you still haven’t apologized to Mister Mo!"
The sales associate quickly ca forward, anxiously saying, "Mr... Mister Mo, I’m sorry, I really didn’t know you were the owner of Villa Number 1, please, forgive ."
What?
Mo Han was really the owner of Villa Number 1?
How could soone like him afford the Borui Villa Number 1, worth over a hundred million?
The Luo Xuanran family felt as sick as if they had swallowed fly poop in an instant. Could it be that Mo Han had colluded with the sales associate and this manager to act out a scene for them to watch?
The people gathered around the display model were also stunned. In their wildest dreams, they had not imagined that Mo Han could actually afford a house here, and not just any house, but the most expensive villa.
Thinking back on how they had mocked Mo Han, their cheeks instantly flushed.
The face-slapping ca so swiftly.
"To err is human." Seeing the sales associate’s panic-stricken face, Mo Han smiled and said, "Besides, you’ve done nothing wrong."
His tone shifted as he looked at Luo Xuanran’s family, "Luo Xuanran, if you’re a man, swallow your bank card!"
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