I immediately said, "Alright. I''ll take it."


    My mom had already hired an expert to inspect the vi in advance, and


    everything had already been checked out. She sent me today to pay directly and take a look at it.


    But honestly, I didn''t care to look. As long as she liked it, that was enough. I didn''t n on living there anyway.


    Cecilia was stunned. "Are you sure you want to buy this vi? The down payment alone is 6 million dors!"


    I couldn''t help butugh. "Who makes a down payment on a vi? I''ll pay in full."


    There was a collective gasp from those around us. I was used to it by now. Nationally, my family might not rank in the top ten, but in Welsington City, we were definitely among the wealthiest. I had grown up surrounded by these envious looks andments. It didn''t faze me at all.


    Cecilia stammered, "If you''re paying in full, our policy offers a discount, bringing the price down to 20 million dors. That includes the surrounding garden andnd. The vi has already undergone initial renovations, and all the venttion..."


    Cecilia nervously began reciting the details of the property, and I found her flustered demeanor kind of cute. However, I really didn''t want to hear the same


    old spiel.


    "You don''t need to go through the details. My family already had it inspected. Just process the payment and transfer the ownership," I said.


    "S-sure!" she stammered.


    "Alright!"


    Cecilia took the gold card again, looking a bit dazed as she handled the paperwork.


    The way people looked at me kept changing, and it was quite amusing. At first, they thought I was broke, so they mocked and insulted me freely.


    After all, it didn''t cost them anything to kick someone they believed was poor. It was easy to vent frustrations on someone they considered beneath them.


    When they realized I had money, the insults stopped, and envy took its ce. Some were even outright jealous.


    The woman in the red dress, who had looked like she wanted to tear me apart earlier, now seemed desperate to cozy up to me.


    Now that they knew I was truly wealthy, even the jealousy had vanished. All that remained was awe.


    The woman in the red dress had gone from anger to pure fear-the kind of fear a lesser person naturally felt for someone above them.


    Through it all, I hadn''t changed at all. I simply pulled out a gold card, showcasing the power of money. This was the reality-the stark, brutal reality.


    I recalled a saying that went something like "People scramble frantically for just a few coins, yet those coins can ease countless worries in the world".


    I had once dismissed such notions, thinking that money wasn''t everything and couldn''t truly influence human emotions.


    Compared to the shy, materialistic circles of the wealthy, I longed for the warmth and sincerity found among the poor.


    After working hard to enter university and trying to blend in with ordinary people, I discovered that the materialism of the average person was quite simr to that of the rich, perhaps even worse. Those with a little money but not enough often looked down on others the most.


    Pretending to be poor turned out to be quite amusing. I was finally starting to enjoy myself.