msmithbooks Chapter 31 Dragon Martial Arts Academy
Chapter 31 Dragon Martial Arts Academy
A family of three walked into the sales office.
The saleswoman approached them with a professional smile, but her gaze swept over them. Their attire—from the slums—was cheap and clearly not wealthy. Her smile faded slightly: "Are you three here to look at apartments?"
Song Chen replied, "Yes."
The saleswoman pointed to the model next to her: "This way, please. We have several apartment types here, the smallest being 120 square meters, with prices starting from 3.2 million yuan. The three of you can take a look first. If you are interested, we can arrange a loan..."
Her tone was indifferent, clearly indicating that she didn't take them seriously.
Song Chen didn't speak. He walked to the model, looked at it for a while, and then pointed to the building in the center: "How big is the top floor of this building?"
The saleswoman paused for a moment, then said, "That's the penthouse, 280 square meters, the total price..."
"How many?"
The saleswoman said very seriously, "Eight million six hundred thousand."
Li Xiuying's hand trembled slightly. Eight million six hundred thousand yuan—that was more money than her family could earn in a lifetime.
Song Chen nodded: "I have a few more questions to ask. Please have your manager come over."
The saleswoman's expression changed. Years of professional experience told her that this young man was definitely not joking. She looked at Song Chen again, this time with much more seriousness.
"Sir, are you sure you want to buy this? That's our most expensive unit..."
Song Chen took out his communicator, opened his bank balance, and waved it in front of her: thirteen million.
The saleswoman's eyes widened, and her attitude immediately changed: "Sir, please wait a moment! I'll call the manager right away. Please have a seat and some tea!"
She warmly invited them to sit down, then hurried inside.
Li Xiuying tugged at Song Chen's sleeve and whispered, "Son, over eight million is too expensive, isn't it? Let's buy something cheaper..."
Song Chen patted her hand: "Mom, don't worry."
Soon, a middle-aged man in a suit strode out, beaming: "Sir, you have an excellent eye. This is the best unit in our Biyue Garden, with a wide view, excellent natural light, and top-quality materials used in the renovation..."
Song Chen interrupted him.
"Wait a moment."
The manager was taken aback: "Does sir have any further questions?"
Song Chen looked at him and asked a question: "How safe is it here?"
The manager's smile widened: "Sir, rest assured, our Biyue Garden is a high-end residential area in the inner city. Our security system is absolutely top-notch, with 24-hour patrols, comprehensive monitoring, and identity verification required for entry and exit. It's very safe."
Song Chen nodded: "What if a martial artist wants to come in?"
The manager's smile froze for a moment: "A... a martial artist?"
"Yes, if a second-tier or even third-tier martial artist tries to sneak in and cause trouble, can your security guards stop them?"
The manager fell silent. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but couldn't utter a word.
Song Chen looked at him and asked, "Are you living in a family of low-level martial artists? The security system is fine for ordinary martial artists, but what about high-level ones?"
The manager's expression changed, and he wiped the sweat from his brow: "Sir, what you're saying... We're in the inner city, the security is very good, and it's rare for martial artists to cause trouble here..."
"Rarely, but that doesn't mean it doesn't happen. What if it does?"
The manager was speechless.
Song Chen looked at him and said calmly, "I won't lie to you, as a martial artist, it's inevitable to have enemies. I'm worried about what if my enemies come knocking on my door."
The manager's face turned completely pale: "Sir, your condition... is indeed... indeed not suitable for our Biyue Garden..."
Listening from the side, Li Xiuying's heart clenched. She tugged at Song Chen's sleeve: "Son, how about we don't buy it? The slum may be run-down, but we've lived here for so many years..."
Song Chen patted her hand without saying anything. He looked at the manager, waiting for him to continue.
After hesitating for a long time, the manager finally spoke: "Sir, if you are really worried about safety, then I suggest you consider another option."
"What?"
"The family housing complex of the martial arts school."
Song Chen's eyebrows twitched slightly: "The martial arts school's residential compound?"
The manager nodded, his expression turning serious: "There are several large martial arts schools in Anning City, each with its own residential compound. Those compounds are inhabited entirely by the martial arts school members and their families. Security is the responsibility of the martial arts school itself, and each compound has a resident martial artist stationed there."
"Even third- or fourth-level martial artists would have to think twice before barging into such a place, since barging into a martial arts school's territory is tantamount to slapping the school in the face."
Song Chen's eyes lit up.
The manager added, "Moreover, the apartments in those communities are free. As long as you join the martial arts school and become a formal member, you can be allocated an apartment. The stronger you are, the better the apartment you get."
Free? Song Chen was stunned for a moment. He remembered hearing about this before, but he had never paid attention to it. After all, he wasn't even a martial artist back then, and joining a martial arts school was too far out of his reach.
Things are different now. He is a peak first-tier martial artist, only one step away from the second tier. Joining the martial arts school is more than enough for him.
Which is the largest martial arts gym in the city?
The manager thought for a moment: "The largest martial arts school in Anning City is the branch of Shenlong Martial Arts School. The school master is a fourth-level martial artist and has a say in the town garrison. The family residential area of Shenlong Martial Arts School is in the best location in the inner city. I heard that all the people living there are experts. Moreover, Shenlong Martial Arts School can be ranked among the top ten in the entire Great Xia."
"Shenlong Martial Arts School," Song Chen silently repeated the name to himself. He nodded to the manager, "Thank you, but I won't consider this place for now."
The manager displayed excellent professionalism, not getting angry, but waving his hand and saying, "It's alright, it's alright. Sir's situation is special, I understand. If you need anything in the future, please come to me anytime."
Song Chen led her parents out of the sales office.
Li Xiuying held his hand, her face full of worry: "Son, you don't really have enemies, do you?"
Song Chen paused for a second, then, not wanting to keep them worried, said, "Mom, not yet, but I don't want to gamble."
Li Xiuying's eyes reddened: "It's all because your mother is incompetent and has dragged you down..."
Song Chen interrupted her: "Don't say that. It's not that you're dragging me down, it's that I need to protect you."
He thought for a moment, then suddenly had an idea: "Mom, Dad, would you like to go on a trip?"
Li Xiuying was taken aback: "Tourism?"
"There are many fun places in the inner city, parks, shopping malls, and scenic spots. You've never really had a proper time to explore them in your lives. I'll take care of some things first, while you go and have a good time."
Li Xiuying hesitated for a moment: "But you're all alone..."
"I'm fine on my own. I'm more worried when you guys are around. I can only concentrate on dealing with things when you guys go out and have fun."
Song Zhengye suddenly spoke up: "Alright, I'll listen to my son."
He looked at Song Chen with pride in his eyes: "Our son has grown up and can handle things on his own. It's time for us old folks to enjoy our retirement."
Li Xiuying looked at her husband, then at her son, and finally nodded: "Okay, Mom will listen to you."
Song Chen smiled, took out his phone, and transferred a sum of money to his parents—not much, half of their savings, 6.5 million.
"Spend first, and let me know if you need more."
Li Xiuying looked at the numbers on her phone, her hand trembling slightly again: "So...so many..."
Song Chen remained calm: "If we can't spend it all, we'll save it. We'll have plenty of money in the future."
He flagged down a hovercar and put his parents in it.
Have fun.
Li Xiuying leaned out of the car window, her eyes red: "Son, be careful."
Don't worry.
The hovercar slowly started and disappeared at the end of the street.
Song Chen stood there, watching the car drive away, then he turned and walked in another direction.
He's going to check out the Shenlong Martial Arts School.