The Copper Splitter was nearly driven mad.
It had encountered someone daring to touch Its money for the first time.
That damned thief!
Was he courting death?
How dare he defile It like this?
Intense hatred leaked from the Copper Splitter.
The gold jewelry in the commercial center seemed to sense Its fury as well, clinking noisily.
However, no matter how furious It became, there was no reaction from that side.
With its senses interrupted, the Copper Splitter took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing its malice. It closed its eyes and murmured a few words toward its abdomen.
“Go investigate where that Rebirth of Fire member named Mu Feng is in Mengjia City right now.”
Once it found Mu Feng, the thief who stole Its assets would be clear.
Then, It would definitely tear him into a million pieces!
Just as the Copper Splitter brimmed with killing intent.
In the living room:
Bo Ting had only thought about how much that lunatic valued the bank card and tried transferring the money. Unexpectedly—damn!
It actually succeeded?!
Watching the page lag for a moment before suddenly refreshing.
Bo Ting’s eyes widened in disbelief as a massive sum suddenly appeared on the bank card.
One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand…
He drew in a sharp breath, suspecting he was hallucinating from wanting to get rich too badly. But when he blinked, the number remained the same.
One million!
A full one million appeared in his bank card, not a single cent less.
Bo Ting’s heart nearly leaped out of his chest.
“This is way too thrilling.”
No wonder people said evil cultivation methods made the most money.
He had slaved away as a corporate drone for over twenty years, and before transmigrating, his bank balance was only a few hundred bucks.
But now!
Just from heading out once, he had picked up a luxury mansion that would only appreciate in value and a million in cash!
Who wouldn’t get dizzy from this?
He couldn’t take it.
Bo Ting clutched his chest and slowly sat down on the sofa, feeling he needed to calm down to avoid doing anything weird in the living room.
Little Blue watched the human curiously from nearby.
It was a bit puzzled about what had just happened—why did Brother Bo Ting look so excited?
Little Blue extended a leaf to touch Bo Ting.
But Bo Ting pressed it down.
“Don’t mess around.”
Remembering that Little Blue was his little money star, Bo Ting turned his head.
“I’ll get you a new flower pot later.”
This time, however big Little Blue wanted, that’s how big it would get!
Look at this tiny pot—it was squeezing the poor thing.
The way he looked at Little Blue was scorching hot.
It was the first time Little Blue had been treated so warmly by Brother Bo Ting, and the whole pot of flowers felt shy.
It rustled its leaves back in, pretending to be well-behaved for a second before excitedly bragging to Little Purple and Little Red back at the flower shop the next moment.
It!
Little Blue was about to get a new pot.
And Brother Bo Ting was buying it personally!
The three pots of flowers, able to communicate telepathically, quickly chatted together.
After hearing Little Blue, Little Purple and Little Red chittered jealously for once.
But Little Blue.
Its raised flower bloomed brighter and brighter!
Utterly ignoring its companions’ chirps!
A few minutes later, Bo Ting fully calmed down.
After checking his bank balance again and confirming it was still there, he stood up.
He still needed to handle the property transfer first.
Once that was done, he’d buy some property insurance.
This ill-gotten wealth was far too dangerous; he had to protect it properly.
Bo Ting thought that if he woke up one morning to find the million transferred away by someone else, he’d die of anger!
…
The Resurgence Management Office team waited in their car for an entire morning before seeing “Bo Ting” come downstairs.
The person emerging from the apartment building gripped his phone tightly, his expression far more serious than before.
“Hey, he’s here!”
Zhao Jiang nudged Xue Hengfu, and everyone straightened up, instinctively preparing to observe.
But the next second, the “Bo Ting” coming out of the building seemed to… look over for some reason?
Oh no!
Zhao Jiang immediately pressed Xue Hengfu’s head down, hiding in the car seat.
After exiting the security booth, Bo Ting adjusted the shark head hood he had put back on and suspiciously withdrew his gaze.
Strange—he had just felt like someone was watching him.
But when he looked, the person was gone?
Because of the sudden windfall, Bo Ting acted extremely cautious. Today, he even glanced at traffic lights a couple extra times compared to others.
The security guard at the booth watched wide-eyed as the inexplicable young man he had let through earlier inexplicably came back down.
And left freely again.
He even began doubting himself.
Yet even so, he hadn’t managed to say a word to stop Bo Ting as he left, his face twisting as he watched the young man go.
Fortunately, the young man’s clothes didn’t look like he belonged to their neighborhood residents. He probably wouldn’t come back, right?
The security guard thought uncertainly.
His gaze uncontrollably followed as the other crossed the street to the parking area opposite the neighborhood… and hailed a taxi.
Yes.
Bo Ting planned to splurge at noon and take a taxi to handle the transfer.
After all, waiting for the bus took too long. With his sudden wealth, he had to enjoy it a bit.
The driver hesitated between stopping and not when he spotted someone in a shark head plush stopping the cab from afar, slowing down slightly—and that was misunderstood.
The fluffy shark head suddenly pressed against the car window as he passed.
“Master, Population Census Office—going or not?”
What? Population Census Office?
The driver racked his brain for a long time, unable to figure out what strange place this odd young man meant.
Seeing this, Bo Ting pondered and showed the driver a screenshot of the intersection he had taken before.
“Just this place—can you go?”
The driver’s expression grew odd.
There was no Population Census Office here?
Was this young man sick in the head?
Yet the massive shark head gazed at him expectantly.
Under some inexplicable impulse, the driver spoke.
“Let’s go.”
“Ten yuan.”
“No problem!”
Bo Ting breathed a sigh of relief and yanked open the car door to get in.
Only after the person left did Xue Hengfu and the others, daring to lift their heads, exchange glances.
Where did he go?
Wait—he wasn’t going to handle the transfer, was he?
Xue Hengfu jolted in shock, finally realizing belatedly.
They had been distracted by the newly appeared eerie aura resembling a weird god, nearly forgetting that this guy had intended to handle the transfer from the start!
The Sixth Esper Squad quickly called, but fortunately, Zheng Shangyun had already prepared all the procedures.
By the time Bo Ting arrived, he saw that the window where he had handled his ID replacement last time had become… property deed transfer?
Huh?
In the bustling hall with people coming and going, he paused slightly.
This time, He Chengfeng, whom Bo Ting hadn’t met before, sat at the window. Stared at by the shark head, he couldn’t help feeling uneasy.
Why was he staring like that?
Had he been exposed?
His brows furrowed slightly. Just as he wondered what was off, he heard the Taiping Luxury Garden resident muttering to himself without approaching.
“Isn’t this the ID office window?”
“Did I go to the wrong place?”
“Ahem.”
“It’s not for IDs.”
“This is a mobile window; the services change daily.”
He Chengfeng hurriedly gave the excuse he had prepared, explaining through the window.
Bo Ting understood then.
So that’s how it was—he thought he had gone to the wrong place.
Scared him for a second.
But Mengjia City even had mobile windows like this?
So magical.
Bo Ting sat down curiously, peering through the window glass at the staff member who looked like a scholar.
“I’m here to handle a property deed transfer.”
“I called earlier, and you said as long as the person shows up, it’s fine.”
“This is… how do I do it?”
Bo Ting looked expectantly at the other side.
He Chengfeng forcibly endured his discomfort. Damn it, he even blanked out under the shark head’s gaze, inexplicably finding it rather appealing.
Damn, what kind of idiotic thought was that!
He Chengfeng took a deep breath, opened the computer, and pretended to operate it a couple times.
The name “West View Paradise” had long appeared on the transfer page.
“Which neighborhood?”
“West View Paradise.”
“Oh right, in Camphor District.”
Bo Ting honestly added.
“Building 3, Unit 1, Room 1901—can you check it?”
“Yes.”
He Chengfeng rested his hand on his chin.
“Transfer it to you?”
This house…
Tch, he hadn’t looked closely before—the holder was someone named “Mu Feng.”
And the ID info was fake?
He Chengfeng sensed something off and feigned calm, already planning to thoroughly investigate this original owner’s details after this.
“Yes.”
Bo Ting was a bit nervous. He nodded, then couldn’t help asking, “Can it be transferred to someone else too?”
He Chengfeng choked.
“No.”
Transferring to “Bo Ting” was only possible because they planned to compensate the original owner afterward.
Transfer to someone else? No way.
Bo Ting: “Oh.”
He had just asked casually, thinking maybe he could transfer to others too.
No matter—he was just wondering.
Bo Ting waited contentedly for the staff to process.
Half an hour later, he took a deep breath and accepted the freshly printed property deed.
He nearly wanted to snap a photo for his Moments, but his last shred of reason stopped him.
No.
Wealth should not be flaunted.
He had to hold back.
Under the shark head hood, Bo Ting’s upturned lips slowly flattened. After gripping the property deed tightly, he nodded.
“Thanks for the trouble.”
He Chengfeng felt a bit uneasy.
“No trouble.”
This eerie thing… was surprisingly polite.
He subconsciously thought, snapping back only after “Bo Ting” left the Resurgence Management Office hall.
He then hurriedly reported the discovery about “Mu Feng.”
Bo Ting pocketed the fresh property deed and finally couldn’t resist messaging Mr. Xu in a secluded spot.
Ahem, Mr. Xu wasn’t an outsider.
Besides, with all Mr. Xu’s assets and his company, he wouldn’t covet Bo Ting’s little property.
Bo Ting quickly convinced himself.
“Mr. Xu, property deed done!”
“From today, I’m a Mengjia City homeowner too.”
As for Taiping Luxury Garden?
That didn’t count—it was from before transmigrating, rented from the landlord anyway.
Bo Ting’s face held a slight bashfulness. Standing under the tree shade at the corner just seconds later, he received a reply.
“Congratulations.”
A pause, then another message:
“Where are you now?”
Hm? Why was Mr. Xu asking that?
Though wondering, Bo Ting still replied:
