Chapter 7

As he listened to the fierce scolding from Xiao Dameinu behind him, Ye Huang’s face showed a playful smile. He walked straight to the roadside, hailed a taxi, and left. As for his promise to buy a few lottery tickets, Ye Huang had no intention of doing so; it was merely a way to get away.

In the taxi, thinking about the full, bouncing breasts of Xiao Lin as she rushed towards the bus, Ye Huang couldn't help but feel a bit wicked.

"It seems that Xie Meinv’s figure isn't much worse either. Even if her breasts aren't 36D, they're pretty close." Thinking about encountering two rare beauties in one day and his own bravery, Ye Huang's mood, which had been gloomy due to the two robberies, finally improved.

However, Ye Huang, who was lost in his fantasies, didn't notice that the meter in the taxi he was in was rapidly jumping, as if it couldn't stop. After just a few miles, the meter already showed over thirty.

At Qingcheng Road, the driver stopped the car, turned around, and said to Ye Huang, who was looking around in the back seat, "Hey, buddy, we're here! This is Qingcheng Road, and the fare is 106 yuan."

"Ah... How can it be so expensive! We only went a short distance. Why is it so much? Driver, you're not trying to rip me off, are you?"

Ye Huang, who had been looking out the window, agreed to get out and pay when the driver said they had arrived. But when he heard the fare was over a hundred, his eyes immediately widened.

He had already traveled three-quarters of the way from the train station by bus. He thought the remaining few miles would only cost him about ten yuan, but this unscrupulous driver was charging him over a hundred!

"Hey! Kid, that's not right! Qingcheng Mountain is a remote area, and most drivers don't want to go there. Today, I'm in a good mood, so I took you for a ride. You're complaining about a hundred or so yuan?"

"Besides, if you can afford to live in a villa, why are you fussing over a hundred or so yuan for a taxi? I can see through you. The richer you are, the more stingy you become. You make money through speculation, tax evasion, and other shady means, but you're unwilling to give back to society. Don't you feel guilty?"

"106 yuan! Not a cent less!"

Hearing that Ye Huang accused him of ripping him off, the driver immediately became angry, his eyes bulging like lanterns as he berated Ye Huang, who hurriedly backed away.

The driver's spittle flew everywhere, and the stench of his breath drove Ye Huang back several meters.

"What kind of logic is this? Rich people should pay more for a taxi? Besides, I'm not rich. Every penny I have, I earned with my life. When have I ever made dirty money?" Hearing the driver's abusive language, Ye Huang suddenly felt very wronged. Damn, how did the drivers in Yucheng become so eloquent? They could rival machine guns, and in a few years, they might even be as powerful as nuclear weapons!

"Damn, it looks like my fortune is really bad today. What the hell is going on?" Ye Huang felt extremely frustrated but still obediently handed over two hundred yuan to stop the driver's spittle.

After sending off the overly aggressive taxi driver, Ye Huang walked along the road without entering the so-called Qingcheng Mountain villa area. When the old man told him about the house, he had mentioned that it wasn't a villa, so Ye Huang naturally didn't go into the villa area.

However, Ye Huang, the pseudo-rich man, tragically took the brunt of the taxi driver's abuse on behalf of the wine-soaked, food-stuffed residents of the Qingcheng Mountain villa area, which was indeed very unlucky.

After walking a distance along the road, Ye Huang finally reached the house left by the old man. At that moment, he suddenly felt that the people living in the villa area were the real pseudo-rich!

Looking at the European-style villa in front of him, which resembled a small estate, Ye Huang was somewhat surprised. According to his understanding of the old man, he would buy a pack of cigarettes for 4.5 yuan rather than 5 yuan, but he never expected the old man to leave him such a European-style villa.

If this villa were in Europe or America, Ye Huang wouldn't be surprised, but in this land where every inch of soil is worth gold, such a European-style villa might cost over a hundred million yuan.

"Damn, no wonder the old man told me he wouldn't owe me anything anymore. It turns out this old fox used all the money I had deposited with him to buy this villa."

Thinking about how the hundreds of millions of dollars he had saved with the old man over the years were now just a villa, Ye Huang felt a pang of pain.

"Sigh, the old man is still the old man. He doesn't know how to spend money on anything but real estate. I thought this old fox would be smarter." Shaking his head, Ye Huang, though pained by the loss of hundreds of millions, had no choice but to carry his suitcase into the villa.

Although he was in pain, when Ye Huang truly entered the villa, he found that the hundreds of millions were worth it. Not to mention the European-style iron fence surrounding the villa, the architectural style and materials alone were worth a lot of money.

Moreover, the villa was adorned with many famous paintings, some of which Ye Huang had seen at auctions a few years ago and were later sold for astronomical prices. Now, they were in his villa.

Ye Huang wasn't stupid enough to think the old man had nothing better to do than spend hundreds of millions on a painting. According to the old man, these paintings were stolen from China, and he was returning them to their rightful place.

For the old man's pirate logic, Ye Huang could only shrug and say nothing.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, old man, old man, I didn't expect you to be even more extravagant than I thought. Living alone in such a large house is clearly a waste of resources. I should think of a way to rent out a few rooms to recoup some of the costs."

Standing in the magnificent hall, Ye Huang, while marveling, thought about how to rent out the extra rooms. Since he was no longer in his old line of work, he needed to find a way to make money.

Moreover, such a large, empty house was lifeless with just one person. It would be better to have a few people living there to add some vitality. Of course, in Ye Huang's plan, the tenants were already decided.

Beautiful single women between the ages of 18 and 35, hehe...

Ye Huang roughly estimated that the villa had nine empty rooms. If he rented them all out, his villa would become a paradise for beauties.

Lolitas, policewomen, young beauties, mature women, and more, all renting his house. Then he would be the happiest landlord in the world.

Thinking about a group of voluptuous beauties moving their full breasts and perky butts around him, occasionally calling his name in a sweet voice, Ye Huang felt his whole body go numb, and a surge of heat rushed to his head.