Chapter 1876 — Strange Behavior, Part Two
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"Ah? Pay by card? You're not even going to look at the house?" The agent's clerk stared at her, dumbfounded.
"No need. I'll take this villa — it's quite close to the one they bought earlier, isn't it?" the beautiful girl asked.
"Yes..." The clerk nodded woodenly.
"Good. If it can be done, then let's handle the paperwork now..." The beautiful girl produced a bank card — one of those black diamond cards, the kind issued only to those holding at least five million in deposits.
At the sight of that card, the last shred of doubt in the clerk's heart melted away. He sighed inwardly: what on earth is going on today?
A moment ago he had been envying his colleague for selling a villa, and now he had turned around and sold one himself? Wasn't that a bit too much of a coincidence?
Wei Zhao brought Gu Mengyao to the villa district of the Xueshang residential compound, and found that although the surroundings were not so elegant as the Seaview Bay villa district back in Songshan City, it was still a high-grade community; not all of it was villas, but the other buildings were in the Western-style house manner as well, and quite charming.
The Xueshang compound — as the name suggests, a residential area built specifically for the merchants who did business near the university town, and likewise a compound sold to people of means. It was utterly unlike the districts where students rented rooms: the property fees here were steep, but the compound itself was orderly, with plenty of parking spaces and clean, tidy roads; the villa district in particular was quiet and lovely.
So Gu Mengyao and Xiaoshu had taken one look and fallen for the place. Wei Zhao said nothing more; he simply signed the contract with the owner, paid by card, and completed the transfer of title.
And with that, the villa became property under Wei Zhao's name.
In the afternoon, Wei Zhao drove Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu to the supermarket for a few necessities, and once they were back the four of them set about a thorough cleaning; the villa had stood empty for a long while and was thick with dust, so there was no doing without it.
The villa, however, was simply too large. Over the following day the four of them scarcely paused, and only then was the place cleaned through. And the third day was the day the freshmen of Donghai Engineering University were to register.
Early that morning, Wei Zhao drove Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu to Donghai Engineering University.
It being a public university, its students came from rich and poor alike; arriving at school by car was nothing remarkable. Wei Zhao's Grand Cherokee, though far from cheap, was unassuming in appearance, and did not draw the eye the way a Mercedes, a BMW, or a Ferrari would.
He parked in the school's public lot, and the three of them took their admission letters and identification to the freshman registration reception desk.
The lot was crowded with freshmen's parents. Beside Wei Zhao's car, several of them were proudly comparing their children's college entrance exam scores; those with the highest scores wore a look of open superiority.
But in truth, that sort of thing lasted only a moment. Once at university, everything was utterly different from high school and middle school.
In middle school and high school, the measure was grades; at university, though grades still mattered, personal ability also carried great weight.
Employment does not hinge on good grades alone — personal ability and practical experience matter a great deal. Students who have reached their senior year and begun job-hunting know this all too well: given identical credentials, a hiring company will not pore over every grade in every course of every semester; it cares far more about how the individual performs in the actual interview.
Of course, all this was far too remote for the freshmen who had only just enrolled.