My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!-Chapter 35 - 34 What’s the most important thing when buying a house?

Chapter 35: Chapter 34 What’s the most important thing when buying a house?

[Do you think a successful life equates to a happy life?]

No, I believe that a happy life is the real measure of success.

Am I happy?

I think so, because I have 14 million.

Fortune often hides behind misfortune. After that night, the most thrilling and perilous of my life, when my fate hung by a thread, everything seemed to take a turn for the better.

The expected investment return of 13 million at Galaxy Securities, thanks to the manager’s staunch resistance... miraculously turned into 14 million.

He truly deserved his certificate as an advanced investment advisor; I promptly gave him a five-star rating.

And this auspicious start seemed to herald a string of good fortunes...

With money in hand, my uncle’s coronary artery bypass surgery was a success, and it wasn’t long before he could walk again.

In gratitude, my aunt wanted to introduce her daughter to me, but this met with strong opposition from Duan Xian.

"You’re not a sister complex, are you?"

Faced with my accusation, Duan Xian responded with a profound, cold laugh, infuriating me enough to tear up his IOU on the spot.

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Shortly after, good news also came from Lin Haitang’s side.

She schemed perfectly, leaking half-truth litigation documents and setting off the trap at a critical moment in the trial, causing the opposing lawyers to suffer an unexpected loss and turning the tide in her favor.

Han Li also lost her job for stealing trade secrets and violating the lawyers’ code of conduct.

Though in the end, the sudden emergence of evidence of infidelity put them on the defensive.

However, at least in the end, Xu Jingsong was forced to offer shares of a pharmaceutical company he owned to reach an out-of-court settlement with Lin Haitang’s client, getting a bit of revenge.

It was only later that I learned from Lin Haitang that the so-called affair was actually a trap Xu Jingsong had set by drugging his own wife.

The details of which Lin Haitang did not elaborate on, obviously protecting her client’s privacy.

Upon hearing such insider information, I could only sigh about how ruthless and deceptive they were!

But as an ordinary person, my involvement in this "high-society divorce case" ended there...

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Doing well in business and romantically fulfilled.

Xiao Yu and I grew closer by the day; the little girl was becoming increasingly reliant on me, and I no longer had to worry about what to eat for lunch each day.

Normally, I do the grocery shopping, and she cooks; occasionally, I even pick her up from elementary school...

Uh... something feels a bit off?

The more I interacted with Xiao Yu, the closer I got with Lin Haitang and Yan Weiwei, almost becoming an official member of Xiao Yu’s Guard Team.

Yet somehow these two women seemed to treat me like a genuine male best friend, drawing nearer and nearer, but never sparking any romance.

This left me, who never believed in "pure friendship," both disappointed and a little let down.

And then I started to seriously doubt my own charm...

The script wasn’t supposed to go like this!

I defiantly hinted at the balance of my account, and as a result...

Yan Weiwei was completely indifferent, as if the difference between over ten million and over a thousand, the four zeros, really felt like zero.

After Lin Haitang found out I was a nouveau riche, she was initially shocked and then kept her distance, with our intimacy dropping several percentage points.

This is ridiculous!

Later on, Xiao Yu secretly told me that her sister’s biggest distaste was for a nouveau riche.

If this were a dating game, then I’d think it was game over for me...

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Life is full of disappointments eight or nine times out of ten.

Luckily, I’m still young and wealthy.

The remaining 12.5 million is a sum many people wouldn’t be able to earn in their lifetime.

Even in first-tier cities, that amount could pretty much allow an ordinary person to achieve a minimal level of financial freedom.

When you’re poor, you yearn for money, but once you have it, you naturally think about how to spend it.

In 2018, I spent 5 million in Wu City, the first-tier city closest to my parents, to buy them a 150-square-meter house.

From villagers to city dwellers, my parents couldn’t exactly say they were happier.

But they still happily accepted their son’s filial piety, thinking they’d just stay a while before returning.

In the meantime, naturally, they found themselves surrounded by envious exclamations of relatives marveling at their son’s success. And then, somehow, I ended up loaning out tens of thousands of yuan.

The reasons were many: my cousin buying a house, my nephew getting married, my niece’s wedding...

By the end of 2019, my parents had moved into their new home, and I organized a festive housewarming to celebrate the New Year, with smiles on everyone’s faces.

Happiness can be simple: having a home to return to, someone waiting, and food to eat.

The so-called peaceful years are nothing but hot soup at home and a light that’s always on for you.

At least for that moment, I felt happy.

As the year drew to an end, my resourceful mother set me up with a matchmaking date with someone from the same community.

Completely unaware, she had already sent me to meet the date first before telling me about it.

At the dinner table, I saw the other party, apparently a doctor, quiet with beautiful eyes and a tear mole at the corner of her eye.

She seemed very busy with work, and even at the dinner table, her phone was ringing non-stop.

Before the dishes were served, she apologized for an emergency at the hospital and left in a hurry.

On her way out, she also reminded us to wear masks when going out lately.

Wear masks?

I had a strange expression in response to this advice.

Is rejection now conveyed so tactfully?

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The next day, I got up early to exercise and then went to the seafood market to buy some New Year goods.

Just as I entered the community, I noticed quite a few people discussing a recent outbreak of an acute infectious disease.

At first, I didn’t pay much attention, until...

On January 23, 2020, in view of the spread of the X-type virus, Wu City announced that all public transportation, including buses, subways, ferries, and long-distance bus services, would be temporarily suspended.

At the same time, all passages such as highways, airports, and train stations were shut down.

From that moment, this city with a population of 14 million became a "Siege."

People outside the city wanted to get in, people inside the city wanted to get out...

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Rumors spread faster than the flu, carry more energy than shooting stars, are more malicious than hooligans, and more draining than a miscarriage.

River Bank, East Lake Greenway, Yellow Crane Tower, Chu River Han Boundary... those online sensation spots usually teeming with crowds were now eerily deserted, as if the entire city had pressed the pause button.

My happy life had been paused as well.

Yes, I was sick...

Ironically, in the ward, I encountered a doctor.

Through the mask, the distinctive teardrop mole allowed me to recognize her, and she seemed to recognize me too, and we both exchanged a bitter smile.

If I were given another chance by fate, on the matter of wearing a mask, I would definitely listen to the doctor’s advice...

Only later did I find out that her last name was Ou, Ou Lu.

From the start of my hospitalization, my life seemed to be divided into two different timelines by this serious illness.

In the past, my pockets were filled with money, I owned properties, and I had several beauties by my side, with a bright future ahead.

Now, when I open my eyes, all I see is a grayish-white ceiling, and what I hear is all about treatment, medication, temperature, and the rise and fall of white blood cells...

Just when I thought all this would pass quickly, the increasingly difficult breathing dragged me from hope to despair.

Fate played another joke on me.

I was like a fly stuck on a glass window.

There was a bright future ahead, but at this moment, I could find no way out...

Fortunately, the internet and communication were still functioning.

Duan Xian sent encouraging messages every day, Xiao Yu cried till she became a tearful mess.

Yan Weiwei said she still owed herself one life, and she must repay it in this lifetime.

Time’s erosion of friendship is like river water flowing over pebbles, only to make them even more polished.

Lin Haitang always looked gloomy.

I smiled and told her that I had a secret, I really liked listening to her songs.

She forced a smile and said, "When you come back, I’ll sing for you again."

Then she told me that she also had a secret, that recording, she never deleted it...

Susu was right, the more beautiful a woman is, the more she lies...

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The year 2020 was just a moment in the long river of history.

But in the hearts of many people from Wu City, it was enough to leave an indelible mark.

During this year, some left, some arrived, there were tears of sorrow, and heartfelt smiles, and many people’s destinies were changed because of it.

Behind closed doors, they wrote a silent defiance, and the heroes walking against the tide interpreted the responsibility of our countrymen through their actions.

A continuous stream of aid materials and passionate love converged here from all over the country, gathering the warmest power amidst the confusion.

The selfless dedication of our countrymen and their staunch belief in the sanctity of life amazed the world. freewebnøvel.coɱ

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On February 5, 2020, I saw Ou Lu without her mask for the second time.

Even though the imprints of the mask crisscrossed her face, I thought she looked incomparably beautiful at that moment.

We became fellow patients.

In one’s life, you meet many people, but how many really stay?

Life is a desolate ferry crossing, and we are all but passersby...

Ou Lu said she liked to sing and her dream had been to become a singer.

"With fearlessness, we salute the soul, the admirable years

Hand in hand in heart, we are not afraid to cross through the storms

Thank you for your perseverance, carrying the wait for every tomorrow..."

Listening to her ethereal singing, my soul too began to calm.

The world had hurt me with its kiss, and I responded with a song.

Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass, but learning to dance in the rain.

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Counting from March 26, 2018, until I lost consciousness on February 7, 2020.

days, which roughly rounds up to two years.

The painful lesson taught us that we must never take fate lightly.

"Misfortune is the basis of fortune," and the next line is, "Fortune is the hiding place of misfortune."

If you must ask if I have any last words.

I would say: What’s the most important thing about buying a house? Location! Location! And still, Location!]

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