"Do you already have someone in mind?"
This sentence clearly alluded to Ye Ming.
Upon hearing this, Ye Ming gently pinched Fang Junxue's hand, signaling that he would handle the situation.
"May I know your name, sir?"
Stepping forward, Ye Ming sat opposite the man in white with Fang Junxue, and asked with a faint smile.
Ye Ming did not exude any presence; he was very casual, like an ordinary person.
The woman in purple cast her gaze upon Ye Ming, held it for a moment, then withdrew it.
What was she thinking?
"My name is Yuan Ling! Brother Ye, do you have any advice for me?"
Although Yuan Ling wore a half-mask, his faint smile was still discernible on his face.
From the address just now, it was clear that he knew Ye Ming's identity.
"Oh! Interesting!"
Since the other party knew his identity, Ye Ming no longer needed to probe. He went straight to the point: "Brother Yuan must also know our purpose here. What are your thoughts?"
Their main purpose in coming here was naturally for Villa Number One.
But now, seeing this man who called himself Yuan Ling again, Ye Ming wondered if he would have some other thoughts.
"Villa Number One!"
Yuan Ling tapped his fingers on the table, his gaze slightly沉 (sinking). After a moment, he stopped, seemingly having made a decision, and smiled, "Since Brother Ye likes it, then what's the harm in this humble brother giving Villa Number One to you!"
Huh?
Giving Villa Number One directly to them?
Upon hearing this, both Ye Ming and Fang Junxue were a little stunned.
One had to know that it was the most top-tier villa in the Ziyun Mountain villa district.
Its initial asking price alone was as high as five hundred million Chinese yuan.
And now, with the land value around Ziyun Mountain steadily rising in recent years, land prices had naturally shown a sharp upward trend.
It was no exaggeration to say that if Villa Number One were to be auctioned off now, its value would at least double.
That is, up to one billion Chinese yuan!
Yet now, the other party was directly handing it over.
This made Ye Ming and Fang Junxue unable to see through him.
"Brother Yuan! What do you mean by this?"
Ye Ming looked at the man opposite him and asked.
"Brother Ye need not worry! I just want..." Yuan Ling tapped the table lightly and looked at Ye Ming with a smile, "I just want to be friends with Brother Ye!"
What the heck!
Spending a billion Chinese yuan just to make friends!
This...
"Brother Yuan is quite generous! Spending a villa worth a billion just to make friends with me leaves me feeling somewhat... overwhelmed!"
Ye Ming said with a half-smile.
"Hahaha! Brother Ye is too humble!" Yuan Ling shook his head and laughed heartily, "If a mere villa can earn Brother Ye's friendship, then for me, it's a trade that's a great profit!"
A mere villa!
To speak of it so casually, it seemed this man in white was extraordinarily wealthy!
"Since Brother Yuan says it's a great profit..."
At this moment, Ye Ming's tone gradually lowered, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes, "Then why should I let you make such a great profit?"
Why should I let you make such a great profit?
A villa worth a billion yuan might be an irresistible temptation for ordinary people.
But for Ye Ming, it was just so-so.
As the Lord of the Destiny Divine Palace, would he care about such a small amount of value?
Obviously not.
In Yuan Ling's words, wanting to gain Ye Ming's friendship through a mere villa was rather wishful thinking.
"Hm?"
Hearing this answer, Yuan Ling seemed somewhat surprised. The smile on his face seemed to have faded a bit.
But he didn't notice that next to him, the woman in purple, after hearing Ye Ming's words, the corner of her mouth under the veil curved into a perfect arc.
It was a pity that no one could see it.
"It seems... I was being too attached."
Yuan Ling looked deeply at Ye Ming, raised a finger, and said, "If that's the case! I will sell Villa Number One to you for one billion Chinese yuan. Can Brother Ye accept?"
It seemed Yuan Ling had abandoned the idea of gifting it.
"Alright! Deal!"
As soon as Ye Ming finished speaking, Fang Junxue next to him handed him a black bank card and said softly, "There's exactly one billion in here!"
Taking the bank card, Ye Ming gave her a gentle smile.
It was good to have a rich and beautiful woman by his side!
Then he held the thin card between his fingers and said, "Brother Yuan! This is one billion!"
As the words fell!
Swish!
A whistling sound of breaking through the air was heard. The card in Ye Ming's hand, trailing a black stream of light, instantly flew to Yuan Ling's front.
Around the card, it seemed to be enveloped by a thin layer of energy. When it appeared before Yuan Ling, it was like a sharp dagger, emitting an aura of death.
But facing the terrifying chill emanating from the card, Yuan Ling calmly raised his index finger and pointed forward, directly colliding with the card.
The moment they touched, with the point of contact as the center, the surrounding air seemed to be instantly drained, creating a vacuum zone that made breathing difficult.
Even the light began to distort.
But all of this happened without any sound.
At this moment, it was as if the world had fallen silent.
One second!
Two seconds!
Three seconds!
After three seconds, the energy attached to the card seemed to have been depleted, and everything around them returned to normal.
And finally, the card landed in Yuan Ling's hand.
"The ten billion Brother Ye gave is quite heavy!"
Yuan Ling carefully examined the card in his hand, implying something.
"Naturally! After all..." Ye Ming stood up, took Fang Junxue's hand, and smiled, "This money was all painstakingly earned by my wife!"
The money earned by my wife is naturally very heavy.
Fang Junxue also smiled charmingly upon hearing this, saying nothing more.
"Hahaha! Brother Ye speaks the truth!"
Yuan Ling also stood up, looked at Fang Junxue, and said with a smile, "Brother Ye is fortunate to have such a beauty accompanying him, it makes me envious!"
"Oh! Really?"
Ye Ming smiled faintly, then released Fang Junxue's hand, put his arm around her waist, and turned to say:
"Then you can just be envious!"
With that, Ye Ming, with his arm around the beauty, swaggered away.
As the two retreating figures disappeared, the smile on Yuan Ling's face also faded.
In its place was a look of deep solemnity.
"It seems I underestimated that person!"
He looked at the card in his hand and murmured.
Because the card was entirely black, it was difficult to notice any abnormality without careful inspection. However, the woman in purple next to him noticed some water-like traces on the card.
"You're injured?"
The woman in purple asked.
Upon hearing this, Yuan Ling smiled bitterly and shook his head, seeming somewhat unwilling.
Then he raised his right index finger, and a thin wound appeared at the tip of his finger.
It looked like it was cut by a blade.
"That person's strength has a very high possibility of reaching the peak of the Martial God realm!" Yuan Ling said in a deep voice, looking at the wound on his finger.
The woman in purple said nothing upon hearing this. However, in her heart, she let out a long sigh:
"Martial God... Is it?"