When they arrived at the office, the young real estate agent looked at Nan Muran with hesitation in his eyes. “There’s a bit of a problem with that villa,” he said.

Nan Muran’s pupils widened slightly as she waited for him to continue.

“The villa is halfway up Nanwu Mountain. Although it looks better than what you drew, the people in the nearby village say it’s haunted.” The agent was honest—he could lose the sale, but he would never deceive someone, especially not someone like her, a literal fairy in his eyes.

Nan Muran wasn’t surprised. According to Si Ye, there were still people living in the villa’s basement at this point in time. “Have you contacted the owner of the villa?”

The agent was clearly stunned. “You still want the villa?”

“Of course I do. But do you have any pictures? I need to make sure it’s the right one.”

The agent nodded. That was a very reasonable request.

But when he pulled up the pictures in their internal system, he was taken aback. The dim lighting, the steep cliff, the person-high wild grass, and the thick layers of dust—it really did look haunted.

There weren’t many European-style villas around the west district, so Nan Muran recognized it at a glance. It was exactly the one Si Ye had mentioned.

She turned to the agent. “Ask them for the price. If it’s okay, I’ll pay right now.”

The agent wanted to persuade her otherwise, but seeing that she really didn’t care, he gave up on the idea.

He picked up the phone and called the villa’s owner.

When he heard the owner’s asking price over the phone, he didn’t tell Nan Muran immediately. Instead, he launched into a professional negotiation, breaking down the market conditions and arguing his case over that run-down villa for a full thirty minutes until the seller was nearly furious.

Nan Muran smiled at the agent’s effort. It was nice to know good people still existed in the world.

“The lowest price is 1.5 million. The owner won’t go a cent lower,” the agent said apologetically. From a professional standpoint, he felt that villa wasn’t worth the price.

Nan Muran, however, was delighted. “No problem. I can sign and handle the paperwork now.”

“I’ll contact the owner to come over,” the agent said, clearly pleased.

The villa’s owner, a woman in her forties, was also surprised that someone wanted to buy the place, which had been on the market for five years with no takers.

With the money from the sale, her son would finally have a home for his marriage—seemed like the ancestors were watching out for her.

Both parties were satisfied, so the basic paperwork was completed that same day. Once the property transfer was finalized, the villa would officially belong to Nan Muran.

The agent mentioned that the transfer process would take five to seven days. Nan Muran understood.

“Now, take me to see that single-family house in Nanshan Yunyuan you mentioned,” she said with a smile once the signing woman left.

The moment she spoke, the agent froze briefly, and whispers erupted from the office behind them. Everyone felt the agent had struck gold.

“Come on, I’m on a tight schedule.”

Hearing that, the agent quickly nodded. Since he would be driving, Nan Muran left her own car at the office.

She had to admit, the agent was very professional and had an excellent grasp of customer needs. Nan Muran knew almost at first glance that this was the villa she wanted.

The villa was at the back of the Nanshan Yunyuan neighborhood, nestled against the base of the mountain. The terrain was high, and the view was great. There were yards in both the front and back, with two floors above ground totaling around 300 square meters, and two basement levels. The second basement was a 200-square-meter underground space—dark, yes, but perfect for stockpiling supplies.

Even better, the developer had already done the interior decorating, so she could move in right away. Super convenient.

“The lowest price for this villa is 12 million,” the sales consultant said after explaining everything.

Nan Muran didn’t respond immediately but looked at the silent agent beside her.

He understood her intent instantly and turned to the saleswoman. “My client also took the previous villa. I remember you gave a 2% discount back then.”

“This…” The saleswoman was briefly speechless. He had just blurted out the lowest price—what kind of sorcery was this?

Nan Muran smiled. “Let’s go with the price he mentioned. If that’s okay, I’ll pay in full today.”

The saleswoman paused for less than a second, then nodded decisively.

Nan Muran followed her to complete the payment.

Watching Nan Muran swipe her card for over 12 million without even blinking, the agent quietly calculated his commission for next month and felt overjoyed.

So much so that he couldn’t stop smiling all the way back.

“You’re this happy, huh?” Nan Muran, for once, felt like chatting.

The agent scratched his head shyly. “Yeah, I’m really happy. With the commission from these two houses, I’ll be able to send money home and build a new house for my parents.”

He was from a rural background, with no resources or connections, and life in West City was hard. Plus, the job wasn’t stable income-wise, so he had always felt anxious.

But after working with many clients, he’d developed a keen eye. He could tell Nan Muran was decisive and reasonable, not the kind to mess with his commission. So he was honest.

“Then you better work even harder. Once you sell that single-family villa in Dingchengyuan, your commission will be even higher,” Nan Muran said with a gentle, polite smile.

She had received professional service and was happy with it—so she had no problem paying for it.

The agent nodded, his eyes glowing. A 65 million deal… just thinking about the commission made him giddy. He had to give it his all.

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After buying the villas, Nan Muran went straight to Shenghui Group’s headquarters.

Wang Yu, Shenghui’s general manager, had been with the Nan family for many years. He roughly understood the family’s twists and turns, so he wasn’t particularly concerned about the sudden change in ownership.

“Call the head of the procurement department over,” she ordered.

Wang Yu was startled—he thought Nan Muran had found evidence of kickbacks in procurement. But after overhearing her instructions, his eyebrows nearly twisted into a knot.

Doubling the procurement of grains, oil, alcohol, beverages, and non-perishables was manageable. But doubling the amount of fruits, vegetables, eggs, meat, milk, yogurt, frozen foods, and even ready-to-eat ingredients? Those would spoil fast.

“Boss, our seven Shenghui stores combined couldn’t use that much,” Wang Yu said.

Nan Muran nodded but didn’t explain. “Just do as I say.”

“But, Boss, that’s enough to last us a whole month—it’ll go bad.”

“Don’t worry, Uncle Wang. I know what I’m doing,” Nan Muran replied firmly.

Wang Yu visibly paused at the familiar address. That’s what she used to call him back when her father was still around. Hearing it again left him a little dazed.

Seeing her resolute expression, he couldn’t bring himself to object. He sighed, “Alright, Boss. I’ll arrange it as soon as possible.”

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The next morning, trucks began arriving at Shenghui’s warehouse on the outskirts of the city.

Nan Muran drove over from her apartment and waited inside one of the empty warehouses. As the goods were brought in, she immediately stored everything into her space.

By the time all the delivery trucks had left, the three large connected warehouses remained completely empty.

Nan Muran stretched. Looked like she’d be getting up early for a while.

On the morning of the seventh day, after storing everything, she received a call from the real estate agent: the property certificate for the villa on the mountain had been updated.

Even better, the Nan family’s villa in Dingchengyuan had found a buyer.