Chapter 73: Buying A Bike For Myself; Villa For Us... [PS BONUS]

[Extra Chapter due to 100 Power stones. Let’s Aim For More Next Week]

At that moment, his mind was racing. What kind of young heir was this? Not to mention that all the money he spent on cars was in cash.

This kind of charity auction was essentially for networking or for companies to reduce taxes. Attending as a private individual was already unusual.

He didn’t care about any of the key aspects at all, which was completely different from what Angler had previously understood.

To him, the humble reasoning sounded incredible, but it made Angler very excited.

It meant that no matter how the other relationships played out, no matter which factions supported or undermined each other, it had nothing to do with him.

To Angler, these were words that only someone of a very high level would say, extremely modest but full of weight.

Ryan narrowed his eyes at that moment and asked, "How much is that motorcycle?"

Looking over, it was a scooter that didn’t look flashy, in fact, it looked a bit odd, like an electric scooter used for deliveries, just slightly larger.

"Brother Ryan is interested in this?"

Angler’s eyes lit up.

He immediately introduced it: "This is BMW’s urban series, the CE04. It’s still relatively niche in the country."

"With tax, registration, and a good license plate, the price is 20,000. It’s a pretty good ride for casual outings."

Angler said very frankly, "Brother, to be honest, this bike has been sitting here for over a year. If you like it, I’ll give you a big discount."

It was ordered by a rich second-generation. Before the bike even arrived, he got into a car accident.

Angler refunded the deposit, and the bike ended up stuck with him. It was too niche and hadn’t sold.

"No discount needed. Since the plates are already on and I can drive it away right away, that’s convenient. Just have your guys get it ready now."

Ryan’s card hadn’t been returned yet. At this moment, Anna was very perceptive and took out her own bank card, smiling, "Ryan, then let me pay with my card. If anyone asks, I’ll say I gave it as a gift."

What a fake sweetheart, so perceptive...

Linda cursed inwardly, pouting a little in frustration. She couldn’t come up with 20,000 even if she wanted to.

Ryan smiled and nodded. Anna, flattered, smiled and ran off to pay.

After eating and drinking their fill, they went up to the second floor to wait, as there were still some formalities to handle. Not too complicated, but very proper.

Afterward, they took a taxi back to school. The taxi driver’s expression was as if he’d seen a ghost. He kept looking in the rearview mirror, wondering if he was hallucinating.

In the back seat, Ryan, who in his eyes looked rather unremarkable, sat in the middle.

Two beauties who looked like movie stars were sitting on either side of him, both with expressions of affection and adoration, holding his arms and leaning on his shoulders.

They even chatted and laughed with each other, completely ignoring the fact that Ryan’s hands were resting on their smooth, fair thighs.

Having it both ways... Damn it, what does he have that I don’t? How did this guy pull it off?

And this guy didn’t even look rich. The two beauties were dressed in what looked like name brands, carrying LV bags.

Man, please write a tutorial. I’ll get on my knees to learn...

"Ding... Bound target: Linda. Affection: 94."

Looking at this data, Ryan was a bit puzzled. Why was it just one step short?

He figured it had to do with his own womanizing. First Ginny, now Anna. No matter how much this girl tried to endure, she probably had her reservations.

But in the end, it just meant he hadn’t spent enough money.

Ryan took out his phone and asked in the "Max Level Bosses" group:

Ryan took out his phone and asked in the "Max Level Bosses" group: "Guys, does anyone know of any good villas for sale near Videl?"

"Brother Aryan appears..."

"Brother Aryan, please treat us to dinner."

"Brother Aryan, in this scorching summer, do you know how much we crave your love in the form of an iced cola?"

Ryan chuckled and sent a 20-dollar gift for five people in the group.

Anna saw Linda looking as confused as she had been before, and giggled, explaining, "This is Ryan’s real circle. Angler you just met is in there too."

"Only poor people show off their wealth. These real rich second-gens are all goofballs."

The red envelope was snatched up instantly, and then came comments that left Linda dumbfounded.

"Thank you, Brother Ryan, for the 2 dollars and 36 cents. My dinner is sorted for today..."

"Thank you, Brother Ryan, for the iced cola..."

"On my knees in 360-degree snow and ice, I thank Brother Ryan for the 5 dollars and 27 cents. My whole family’s weekly living expenses are covered. Brother Ryan, your kindness is immense..."

Linda felt like her worldview had shattered. Were all rich people this fun?

If they were all on the same level as that young master Angler, to put it bluntly, every single one of them would be the dream catch for the girls at school.

Even to make a crude assumption, every person here had the kind of status that Linda thought would be worth sleeping with them.

Even to make a crude assumption, every person here had the kind of status that Linda thought would be worth sleeping with them.

After a few jokes, someone immediately said in the group: "Videl, the main gate is the south gate, right? Isn’t there a property development by Tiger Real Estate right across from the south gate?"

"X City, right? The second phase is about to go on sale. There are still a few fully furnished luxury villas from the first phase that haven’t been sold yet."

"The real estate market is slow now. How many people can come up with that much cash to buy a luxury villa all at once?"

"Exactly. The cheapest one there is over one million. Who has that kind of spare cash? If you take out a loan, you’d be working yourself to death."

"The cheap villas for over million are probably gone. The ones left are all top-tier luxury. I think the cheapest starts at six million."

"The villas there, if you actually go to buy one, you could pick any salesgirl at the sales office and take her..."

"No kidding. Their commission on one sale is at least over a fifty thousand."

"If you’re really a customer, you’re their benefactor. They’d let you do anything to them in the villa..."

As the group chatted, someone else said: "Brother Ryan, you’re not really buying a villa, are you? If so, just talk to the group admin. It’s his family’s business."

Ryan also chimed in: "Thanks. I’ll contact him tomorrow."

Linda and Anna instinctively exchanged glances. Their hearts were racing, their breathing quickened, and it was clear they were both thinking the same thing.

Ryan had said before that he didn’t want any property in his own name...

So, was he buying a villa for them? Oh my...