When luck comes, there's no stopping it. Shi Qian and the agent made an appointment to go and take a look over the weekend.
"Mr. Shi, this is the place."
Shi Qian watched as the real estate agent led him to swipe his card and drive into Taoyuan Mansion, a high-end residential building in the center of Yan City, costing 300,000 yuan per square meter, and fell into deep thought.
"I mentioned a monthly rent budget of five to ten thousand, right?"
Shi Qian suddenly became unsure what the "expected price" the agent had mentioned was within his expected price range.
"Yes, you told me before that the monthly rent was around five thousand to ten thousand."
Shi Qian knew this place well; it was all large 400-square-meter apartments, and the monthly property management fee alone was more than 10,000 yuan. The eldest brother of the Shi family lived here.
Although he has money now, he doesn't spend it like this. Although the Shi family has plenty of money and could easily provide him with a place here, Shi Qian has no intention of using the Shi family's money.
Because it was money she had earned herself, Shi Qian was reluctant to spend it.
Are you sure you're not mistaken?
Shi Qian felt that the agent must have made a mistake; otherwise, unless the owner had lost their mind, Shi Qian couldn't think of any other reason why the rent here was so cheap.
"No mistake, no mistake. The landlord is going abroad and doesn't want his house to be vacant, so he wants me to find a reliable tenant."
Shi Qian followed the agent inside and swiped her card to enter the apartment that was to be rented out.
Shi Qian was stunned when he opened the door. The layout of the house suited his taste perfectly. If Shi Qian bought a house himself, he would probably decorate it like this.
"Is the furniture included too?" Shi Qian still couldn't quite believe it.
"Yes, the owner said that everything in the house is usable."
Shi Qian nodded and began to look around. He pushed open the nearest room, which was full of various musical instruments, and Shi Qian could tell that they were quite expensive.
He walked to the display case and looked at the violin inside. Shi Qian felt that it looked somewhat familiar.
He remembered this violin; he had seen it in a report about an exhibition, where it was auctioned for 90 million.
Shi Qian looked around and saw that every musical instrument here was of the highest quality, not something that money could buy. It was clear that the owner of this place was no ordinary person.
"These instruments can all be used?" Shi Qian was a little dazed.
"Yes, the homeowner specifically instructed that these are all usable and should be well cared for."
"Bodhisattva, absolutely a Bodhisattva, a living Bodhisattva," Shi Qian began to chant in his heart.
"This entire room has been specially soundproofed, and there is a dedicated recording studio next door with the most professional equipment."
"Is the homeowner a musician?" Shi Qian asked curiously.
"I'm not too sure about that."
Shi Qian didn't make things difficult for the real estate agent, since those who could buy houses here were people of status, and their information wouldn't be revealed so easily.
Shi Qian pushed open the door to the next room, and it was indeed a recording studio, very professional. Shi Qian thought it would be perfect for him to record songs and test his music here.
Shi Qian continued walking inside and found a study, an art studio, a gym, and all the necessary facilities. Even the style of the bedroom was to Shi Qian's liking.
"There's also an e-sports room at the very back; you can take a look there too."
Shi Qian walked inside, opened the door, and saw several computers neatly arranged inside, all of them top-of-the-line configurations.
This house is practically tailor-made for him.
Without hesitation, Shi Qian confirmed the price with the agent several times and finally rented it for 8,000 yuan per month.
The agent initially said it would only cost six thousand, but the landlord wasn't too concerned about the amount of money. He just said he wanted to rent it to a single, clean person who liked the place.
The house is empty anyway.
But Shi Qian didn't think so. This room, just the recording studio, would cost more than this for a day if rented outside.
Shi Qian added two thousand yuan, which wasn't a lot, but it made her feel a little more at ease.
The agent called the homeowner and asked if Shi Qianjie minded if he took a picture. Shi Qianjie didn't mind at all, after all, he had gotten a great deal.
After the agent and the landlord confirmed, they had Shi Qian sign two copies of the rental contract that the landlord had already signed.
The agent said the landlord covers all property management fees and utilities, and all you need to do is pay him 8,000 yuan in rent each month.
Even after signing the contract and receiving the keys, Shi Qian still felt like he was dreaming. Could it be that he was experiencing a sudden surge of good luck before death?
In any case, he managed to rent his dream room.
Shi Qian decided to take a taxi back to the Shi family home now, pack her things, and move there as soon as possible.
He took a taxi back to the Shi family villa. As soon as he entered, he saw Shi Yan and his wife, Su Kaiyue, sitting on the sofa in the living room.
Shi Yan's left arm was in a sling, indicating that he was injured.
Su Kaiyue sat down beside her with a pained expression. On the coffee table was a bowl of steaming ginseng tea.
Su Kaiyue frowned slightly when she saw Shi Qian come in. Shi Qian walked over, greeted her, and then prepared to go upstairs to his room.
"Stop!" Su Kaiyue called out to Shi Qian.
"Don't you have anything to say?"
Shi Qian was a little confused. Hadn't he already asked? What else could he and Su Kaiyue possibly say to each other?
Shi Qian wasn't without maternal love; before Shi Yan came, Su Kaiyue cared for him a lot.
However, he later became useless in every way, and all he did was get sick all day long. Gradually, Su Kaiyue stopped having high hopes for him.
Over the years, Shi Qian has come to think that Shi Yan is more like Su Kaiyue's biological son.
"I'm back?"
Shi Qian really didn't know what Su Kaiyue wanted him to say.
"You injured Shi Yan's hand, don't you have anything to say?"
"You knew Shi Yan was going to participate in the arts festival and play the violin, yet you still injured his hand?"
"Do you know how important hands are to people like us? Luckily, Shi Yan only twisted and strained his hand, it's nothing serious. If it had been so serious that he couldn't play the violin anymore, could you afford to ruin his future?"
Shi Qian raised his eyebrows and glanced at Shi Yan. He hadn't expected this to happen when he got home today.
"Aunt, please stop. It's all my fault, I was careless..."
Shi Yan lowered his head, looking aggrieved.
"If I hadn't pressed you, were you still planning to keep it a secret? I know you always give in to Shi Qian, but I'm not the kind of mother who spoils her child. I'll stand on the side of reason, not on the side of family!"
"Besides, I'm your aunt. I've watched you grow up since you were little. When have I ever shown favoritism towards Shi Qian?"
“I taught you to play the violin. I know how much you love playing the violin. If Shi Qian really ruins your hands, are you going to hide it from your aunt?”
"I've spoiled Shi Qian, that's why he's so unruly now. Today, no matter what, your aunt will give you justice!"
Su Kaiyue patted Shi Yan's back reassuringly, as if Shi Yan had suffered some great injustice.
But Shi Qian remembered that Shi Yan was not injured when he left that day. If he fainted and fell, the only thing that could have been damaged was his brain. How could he have broken his hand?
Besides, Shi Yan's dizziness that day was so fake. The angle at which he fell was calculated. He fell directly onto the soft mat. What could possibly happen?
Here we go again. Shi Qian thinks it's a real waste that Shi Yan isn't acting.
"Is the performance over?"
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