After Qiao Yinyin left, Qi Yuan greeted Jiang Cheng and Wang Congcong, "Let's go, let's go."
The group drove over a dozen luxury supercars in a grand procession through the streets toward the Jiangnan Restaurant Qi Yuan mentioned.
Naturally, they attracted many eyes along the way.
"Seriously, is this all these Second-generation rich kids know how to do?"
"Exactly, are their hobbies really this shallow? Supercars are so noisy."
"I don't think those are their only hobbies; they probably just feel that walking around with property deeds isn't flashy enough."
"Complaining about the noise? Are you okay?"
"..."
They soon arrived at Jiangnan Restaurant, a large restaurant with a very beautiful environment.
The dining area on the first floor featured many rockeries of various shapes.
The dining area was uniquely designed in the shape of small boats, and the sound of gurgling water added a touch of coolness.
The green trees and gray bricks offered a distinct aesthetic charm.
After taking their seats, Han Anning took the initiative to walk over to Jiang Cheng's side and sat down naturally.
Seeing Han Anning intentionally leaning toward him, Jiang Cheng showed no extra expression, remaining cold and indifferent.
He glanced at her from the corner of his eye and then looked elsewhere.
Seeing Jiang Cheng's indifference toward her, Han Anning didn't care and simply picked up her phone to browse naturally.
Dishes were served one after another in quick succession.
Judging by the speed of the service, it was clear that they had been ordered in advance.
Various exquisite dishes were accompanied by over a dozen bottles of prestigious moutai.
Everyone raised their glasses in high spirits for a round of toasts.
"Come on, Brother Jiang, Brother Wang, let the three of us have a drink," Qi Yuan said, holding his glass toward the two of them.
"Cheers." After clinking glasses with the two of them, Jiang Cheng boldly downed his drink in one go.
"By the way, let me ask, are there any housing recommendations here in Shanghai?" Jiang Cheng asked the two of them while eating.
"For housing, you just need to ask Brother Wang; isn't his family in real estate?" Qi Yuan replied.
"You want to buy a house?" Wang Congcong asked.
Jiang Cheng nodded and clarified a point: "Yeah, but I don't have a local Household Registration here."
Shanghai is different from Chengdu; after all, they are cities of two different tiers.
Chengdu's purchase restrictions exist in name only; supply exceeds demand, and they practically beg people to buy houses every day.
But Shanghai's purchase restrictions are very real.
Houses here have no trouble selling, and those with prices approaching one hundred thousand yuan per square meter are countless.
However, Qi Yuan's words suddenly made Jiang Cheng realize something.
Wang Congcong, the son of a real estate tycoon, was right in front of him.
Although Wanda Group doesn't focus on houses or villas, they have plenty of shopping malls and office buildings.
The residential communities attached to Wanda Group were very ordinary, and Jiang Cheng wasn't interested.
Jiang Cheng certainly wouldn't have the chance to buy their shopping malls.
But if he could buy their office buildings, wouldn't the price be higher than buying a villa?
With a higher price, wouldn't the critical hit amount be even higher?
As for a villa to live in, Jiang Cheng really wasn't in a hurry.
School was about to start; even if he didn't stay on campus, he could just rent a place in a nearby community.
As for a villa or whatever, he could just get one later; as long as he had money, would he ever need to worry about not having a villa to live in?
The key point was that the current price of buying a villa was too low, at most around one or two hundred million.
Now he should first use that Consumption Critical Hit Card.
Then use that money to enter the us stock market position rewarded by the system.
"What type do you want to buy?" Wang Congcong asked again.
"Anything is fine, as long as it's expensive and has a good environment," Jiang Cheng replied casually.
Wang Congcong nodded: "Then buy a villa?"
They all knew Jiang Cheng's cash flow and knew that price-wise, Jiang Cheng could definitely afford it.
"A villa is fine, but I feel like the price is too low. I was thinking an office building might work too, though I'm not sure if I can buy one."