What if someone, after the handover, refuses to leave and wants to stay a bit longer, dragging things out until the official notice is issued, and then finds out their house is about to be demolished? Wouldn’t that kind of person come knocking on your door and make a huge scene?

William Carter's current status is nothing more than an ordinary high school graduate, so he definitely wouldn’t be good at handling this kind of situation.

That’s why he’s been carefully selecting clients during this period, taking two days just to finalize his acquisition targets.

Mr. Turner from Prosperity, Mr. Parker from Rongcheng, Mr. Baker from Happiness Community, and Mr. Smith from Hongyun Community.

These four people share one thing in common: they’ve all moved their entire families to other provinces and haven’t been back for many years. Because the houses are old and rundown, they haven’t been able to sell them, so they’ve been vacant for years and are eager to get rid of them.

Mid-June, under the scorching sun.

William Carter and Mr. Baker from Happiness Community sat in a noodle shop, each with a set of transfer documents and purchase contracts in front of them.

David Harris came along with William Carter, sitting beside him a bit nervously, looking like a timid little chubby guy weighing about 140 pounds.

“Uncle Bai, as agreed, 630,000 yuan. I’ve already transferred the money.”

“Huh? Oh, okay.”

Mr. Baker looked at William Carter's face, feeling a bit unreal: “I just saw your ID at the housing bureau. You’re only eighteen?”

William Carter didn’t care about this kind of age discrimination and grinned: “Mr. Lu Xun said, owning a house isn’t about age.”

“But why are you buying this kind of house?”

“My dad just likes these old houses. He thinks they have character.”

Mr. Baker nodded thoughtfully, thinking to himself that this must be a wealthy family—treating money like it’s nothing and just happens to have some quirks. Anyway, as long as the house is off his hands, it’s fine. He’s been settled in another province for so many years, he’s long since stopped caring about this place. This time leaving, he probably won’t ever come back.

Mr. Baker put the contract in his bag, said he had to catch a train that afternoon, and hurried off.

Only then did David Harris finally look up, staring at William Carter with a serious expression, looking extremely nervous.

A high school graduate spending over 600,000 yuan to buy a house—no matter if it’s old and shabby, to David Harris it was jaw-dropping.

He was still figuring out how to make his QQ Space look more colorful, while his classmate was already out house-hunting and buying property.

Who the hell could accept that?

The key thing was that William Carter was really gutsy. David Harris felt that even if he had over 600,000 yuan in his hands, he wouldn’t dare spend it. That amount of money was just too hot to handle for people their age.

“You really bought a house? That’s over 600,000 yuan.”

William Carter pushed the glass of water in front of him forward: “Alright, cards on the table, I’m done pretending. I’m a damn millionaire.”

David Harris swallowed: “I haven’t even been to a foot massage parlor yet…”

“Then wait until the admission letter comes, I’ll find time to take you to check it out.”

“Thank you, godfather!”

William Carter grinned, thinking, Old Guo, you’re not bad—you really know how to broaden your horizons.

Besides, isn’t this way better than dating?

You save up three months’ salary to buy a necklace for your goddess, and she’ll just coldly say thanks, maybe even toss the flowers you gave her into the trash when you’re not looking.

But look at your bros, your friends, your roommates—give them a little favor and they’ll howl and call you godfather.

“By the way, Brother Carter, our class is having a get-together this afternoon. Are you going?”

William Carter snapped back to reality, looking a bit surprised: “It’s not a holiday or anything, why have a get-together now?”

David Harris pondered for a moment: “Well, the results are about to come out. If we don’t get together now, after the results are out, those who did terribly probably won’t be in the mood.”

“If you guys want to go, go ahead. I’m not going. I’ve got something to do this afternoon. You guys eat and drink well.”

“But Sophie Clark will be there too!”

William Carter reached out and put his arm around his shoulder, staring at him sharply: “Why do you always like to mention Sophie Clark in front of me?”

David Harris shrank his neck: “Don’t you like her? I thought you’d want to see her.”

“If I wanted to see her, would I have turned and walked away that day on Central Street?”

“Isn’t that playing hard to get? Honestly, that move really worked—she even cried. Anyone who didn’t know would think you dumped her.”

William Carter couldn’t be bothered to explain, so he took out some money and handed it to the owner: “I just met a girl recently and promised to take her out. I’ll skip the get-together.”

David Harris looked at his best friend in shock: “Where’s this girl from? Do I know her?”

“No idea.”

“So where are you guys going? If you’re going to the foot massage parlor, I’ll go with you. The get-together is just listening to those top students brag—I don’t want to go.”

William Carter felt like David Harris's brain was probably the size of a peanut: “Have you ever seen someone take a girl to a foot massage parlor, like taking an animal to the zoo?”

David Harris was stunned for a moment: “Is there anywhere else in Jeju worth going to?”

“She wants to go to the small commodities market in City Center.”

“That place is full of street vendors selling knockoff goods. What’s so fun about that?”

“She’s never been before. She’s curious.”

David Harris found it hard to believe: “She’s never even been to a place like that? How poor is her family?”