“Stand outside in the sun and hand out flyers, Lin Fang!” Sales Director Ma shouted on the stone steps of the Cloud-Peak Riverside Villa Sales Center, snatching a manila client folder from the twenty-eight-year-old widow’s hands. “What right does a rookie who exposes basement leaks have to sit in our VIP lounge?!”
Behind Director Ma, crystal glass fountains sprayed water into blue Spanish-tiled basins while over two hundred wealthy homebuyers and investors strolled between miniature architectural sand-tables inside the air-conditioned granite pavilion.
Director Ma was a stout man in his late forties with slicked hair, a gold signet ring, and an impeccably tailored three-piece suit. He sneered down at twenty-eight-year-old Lin Fang.
Lin Fang wore a simple white blouse and a faded navy skirt. Her dark hair was pulled into a neat ponytail. Her eyes were red from exhaustion. At home in a cramped suburban rental, she was raising a three-year-old daughter who was born deaf in both ears.
Standing beside Lin Fang was an elderly gentleman in a washed-out linen jacket and cloth shoes. His back was slightly hunched, and he clutched a cloth shopping bag containing an old thermos and a worn passbook.
The elderly man was seventy-year-old Teacher Zhou.
“Director Ma, you cannot blame Xiao Lin,” Teacher Zhou pleaded softly, his voice trembling. “She was only being honest. I have severe arthritis in both knees. If I bought that hillside basement flat you recommended, the damp mold would paralyze my legs within a month.”
“Shut your mouth, old man!” Director Ma snapped, waving the folder dismissively. “That hillside unit is our premier discounted inventory! If you have only two million yuan in savings, you have no right to be picky in a luxury development! Take your little bankbook and go buy a mud hut in the countryside!”
He turned back to Lin Fang, his face twisting with spiteful contempt.
“And you, Lin Fang! You cost this sales team a forty-thousand-yuan commission!” Ma barked. “Take these five hundred flyers down to the bridge entrance! If you don’t bring back ten VIP phone numbers by five o’clock, you are fired without base pay!”
Lin Fang took the heavy stack of glossy paper. Her fingers trembled, but she did not lower her head.
“Director Ma, Teacher Zhou spent forty years teaching children in the poorest mountain villages of this province,” Lin Fang said, her voice quiet but unyielding. “He used his own pension to fund sixty orphans through high school. I will not sell him a flooded concrete tomb just to earn a commission.”
“Then you can starve with him on the sidewalk!” Director Ma sneered.
Before Director Ma could turn back toward the glass doors, the sound of deep, synchronized exhaust notes echoed across the river bridge.
VROOM... VROOM...
The pavement vibrated with heavy mechanical power.
Director Ma froze, his eyes darting toward the avenue. The two hundred wealthy buyers inside the glass atrium turned their heads toward the panoramic windows.
A motorcade of forty obsidian-black supercars rolled into the private driveway.
Ten Rolls-Royce Cullinans and thirty Maybach S680 sedans glided through the wrought-iron security gates in a flawless, imperial double column. High-intensity LED running lights cut through the afternoon haze like polished diamond blades.
On the sides of the thirty Maybachs, crisp emerald lettering sparkled in the sunlight: Grandma Chen’s Taichu Sanctuary Canteen Morning Vegetable Van & Hospital Nurse Shuttle.
“Look at that convoy!” “Ten Rolls-Royces! Thirty Maybachs!” “Who is arriving?! Is that a provincial state delegation?!”
Director Ma’s eyes bulged with breathless avarice. He practically threw Lin Fang’s folder onto a stone planter and adjusted his silk necktie with trembling hands.
“A supreme whale client!” Director Ma gasped to himself. “Forty supercars! If they buy even three villas, my annual bonus will exceed five million yuan!”
The lead Rolls-Royce Cullinan came to a silent halt directly in front of the marble portico.
Commander Tie Niu stepped out from the passenger seat, wearing his crisp tactical jacket. With practiced military precision, he opened the rear passenger door and held his hand over the doorframe.
Lin Mo stepped down onto the marble pavement.
He wore a tailored charcoal overcoat that draped over his broad shoulders. Pinned cleanly above his chest was the Jiangcheng Golden Civic Hero Medal, its pure gold surface catching the radiant sun.
Beside him stepped Grandma Chen, holding Little Guo’er by the hand. Behind them followed Su Wan, Dr. Gu Qinghe, and Shen Qiaoqiao, who was adjusting her gold-rimmed glasses while reviewing land zoning maps.
Director Ma sprinted down the marble stairs, bowing repeatedly like a wind-up toy.
“Welcome, distinguished Chairman! Welcome to Cloud-Peak Riverside Villas!” Director Ma bellowed, his face split into a fawning, oily grin. “I am Sales Director Ma! Our sales center is honored beyond measure by your arrival! Please allow me to personally escort you and your family to our private presidential penthouse lounge!”
Lin Mo activated his [Pure-Heart Eye].
Golden and crimson markers flared above the individuals before him:
[Target: Sales Director Ma, Age 47.]
[Moral Integrity Score: 13/100 (Unscrupulous Property Swindler).]
[Status: Knowingly Selling Flooded, Structural-Defect Hillside Units to Elderly Buyers.]
[Target: Lin Fang, Age 28.]
[Moral Integrity Score: 91/100 (Righteous, Selfless Single Mother).]
[Status: Raising Deaf Toddler; Refuses to Deceive Clients Despite Poverty.]
[Target: Teacher Zhou, Age 70.]
[Moral Integrity Score: 88/100 (Pure-Heart Educator & Philanthropist).]
[Status: Funded 60 Rural Scholars with Life Savings; Severe Knee Arthritis.]
Lin Mo looked at Director Ma with cold, indifferent eyes. He did not say a single word to the man. He walked right past Director Ma’s outstretched hands, treating him as though he were an empty plastic mannequin.
Director Ma’s hands froze in midair, his smile stiffening into an awkward mask.
Lin Mo stopped directly in front of Lin Fang and Teacher Zhou.
He looked at the heavy stack of flyers in Lin Fang’s arms, then down at Teacher Zhou’s worn cloth shoes.
“Sister Lin Fang,” Lin Mo said, his voice warm and resonant. “The sun is hot today. Why are you holding paper on the stairs instead of guiding your client inside?”
Lin Fang blinked in surprise. She had never seen such a distinguished young man speak with such natural, unpretentious warmth.
“Sir... Director Ma told me I am not permitted to use the VIP lounge,” Lin Fang explained honestly.
Lin Mo reached out with his left hand and took the five hundred flyers from her arms. Without looking, he tossed the entire stack into a bronze recycling bin beside the entrance.
“At Taichu, we do not let honest people burn in the sun,” Lin Mo said calmly.
He turned toward Teacher Zhou and bowed slightly with genuine respect.
“Teacher Zhou,” Lin Mo said gently. “A teacher who spends forty years educating sixty mountain children deserves to sit in the highest seat in this city. Please come inside.”
Teacher Zhou’s lips trembled. “Young gentleman... you know who I am?”
“Character leaves an aroma, Teacher Zhou,” Lin Mo replied with a faint smile. “And true kindness never goes unnoticed.”
Grandma Chen walked over, smiling warmly as she took Teacher Zhou’s frail arm. “Come along, brother! Let us sit inside where it is cool! Xiao Mo will take care of everything!”
Lin Mo led the elderly educator and Lin Fang straight through the glass entrance doors into the central sales pavilion.
Inside, two hundred wealthy buyers parted like the Red Sea, murmuring in astonishment as they watched the young billionaire personally escort an elderly man in cloth shoes and a rookie agent in a faded skirt.
Director Ma hurried after them, sweating through his shirt.
“Chairman! Please listen to me!” Director Ma begged, trying to squeeze past Tie Niu. “That old man only has two million yuan! He cannot afford our riverside properties!”
“And Lin Fang is just a probation rookie who doesn’t understand high-end contracts! Let me assign our top three senior luxury directors to serve you!”
Tie Niu planted his left shoulder, blocking Ma’s path with an immovable wall of muscle. “Step back. The Chairman does not conduct business with vultures.”
Lin Mo arrived at the central illuminated sand-table.
He pointed to a sunlit, first-floor garden apartment overlooking the peaceful willow grove along the riverbank. The unit had wide wheelchair-accessible doors, heated wooden floors, and a private medicinal herb garden.
“Sister Lin Fang,” Lin Mo said, looking at the young agent. “Is this first-floor willow-view apartment structurally sound?”
Lin Fang pulled out her personal inspection notebook. “Yes, Chairman! That unit has independent geothermal heating, zero ground moisture, and direct morning sunlight. It is the healthiest unit in the entire residential sector. The total retail price is exactly five million yuan.”
“Five million yuan,” Lin Mo nodded.
He drew his emerald-green [Benevolence Charity Card] and placed it on Lin Fang’s sales tablet.
“Sister Lin Fang, process the purchase of this apartment immediately,” Lin Mo commanded. “Name the title deed under Teacher Zhou. Paid in full. Cash settlement.”
Teacher Zhou gasped, dropping his cloth bag onto the carpet. “Young man! No! I cannot accept this! Five million yuan... that is an astronomical fortune! I am just a retired rural teacher!”
“Teacher Zhou,” Lin Mo said, looking into the old man’s eyes. “For forty years, you gave away your own food and wages so children in the mountains could learn to read. Society forgot to pay you back. Taichu Benevolence Group does not forget. Consider this a permanent civic dividend.”
Lin Fang’s hands shook as she looked at Lin Mo. “Chairman... do I really swipe the card?”
“Swipe it,” Lin Mo said softly.
Lin Fang pressed the card against her tablet sensor.
BEEP!
[CENTRAL COMMERCIAL CLEARING CONFIRMED!]
[TRANSACTION AMOUNT: ¥5,000,000.00 RMB.]
[PAYER: TAICHU BENEVOLENCE TRUST.]
[PROPERTY DEED ISSUED TO: ZHOU WENHUA (TEACHER ZHOU)!]
[SALES COMMISSION CREDITED TO AGENT LIN FANG: ¥150,000.00 RMB!]
Director Ma stood five paces away, clutching his throat as if he had swallowed a live toad.
Five million yuan cleared in two seconds! Lin Fang, the single mother he had just ordered to stand in the sun, had just earned a one-hundred-and-fifty-thousand-yuan commission on a single sale!
Lin Fang stared at the commission alert on her phone screen. Her eyes welled with tears of pure, uncontainable joy.
“One hundred and fifty thousand...” Lin Fang whispered, her voice choking with emotion. “My daughter... my baby can get her digital hearing implants! She can finally hear my voice!”
Teacher Zhou sat down on a plush velvet sofa, weeping into his trembling hands as Grandma Chen offered him a warm handkerchief.
In Lin Mo’s consciousness, the celestial system panel chimed with crystalline purity.
[DING! Pure-Heart Benevolence Expenditure Confirmed!]
[Recipient 1: Teacher Zhou (Goodness: 88/100) — Received: ¥5,000,000.00 Sunlit Garden Residence.]
[Recipient 2: Lin Fang (Goodness: 91/100) — Received: ¥150,000.00 Commission & Pediatric Medical Security.]
[Calculation: Total Spent: ¥5,000,000.00 RMB | Multiplier: 100x Pure-Heart Return.]
[Refund Amount: +¥500,000,000.00 RMB Transferred to Personal Vault!]
[Benevolence Merit Points: +500,000 BMP Awarded!]
[Personal Vault Current Balance: ¥91,283,180,000.50 RMB!]
[Good People Network Expanded: 4,352 Verified Righteous Allies!]
A warm, golden current washed through Lin Mo’s chest, invigorating his meridians with vibrant clarity.
Spending five million on an honest teacher and a devoted mother brings back five hundred million in cleared cash, Lin Mo thought deadpan. And now an upright educator has a warm garden, while a deaf child gets her hearing restored. This is what true asset appreciation looks like.
Suddenly, the automatic glass doors of the pavilion slammed open with a violent crash.
BANG!
A disheveled woman stumbled through the entrance, shrieking at the top of her lungs.
She wore a ripped nylon slip stained with gray alley mud. Her bare feet were bruised and filthy, and her smeared eyeliner ran down her pale face like greasepaint.
“Lin Mo! Lin Mo, you cannot abandon me!”
A dozen wealthy buyers near the entrance stepped hastily backward, pulling their silk hems away from the frantic woman.
Liu Yan threw herself across the polished floor, skidding on her bruised knees until she reached Lin Mo’s feet. She grabbed the hem of his charcoal overcoat, sobbing hysterically.
“Lin Mo! I was wrong! I know I was wrong!” Liu Yan cried out, tears washing clean streaks through her mascara.
“You just gave a five-million-yuan flat to a stranger! You spent hundreds of millions today! I spent three years with you in college! Buy me a villa! Just one little villa for old times’ sake!”