Stolen Life of the Poor Girl, Top Luxury Family's Group Favor

Chapter 135

The convoy gradually drove away from the noble elementary school's vicinity, then slowly made its way out of the second ring road, and the third.

Finally, it entered the outskirts.

"Why are we going farther and farther?"

"Does Li Xiaoya's family live in the suburbs? Are houses in the suburbs very cheap?"

They peered out the car windows, whispering among themselves.

At last, the car fully entered an extremely quiet villa district.

Here, there were only detached villas, occupying large plots of land, but with little sign of life.

It was clear that the occupancy rate was not high.

However, even so, An Ying still recognized it: "This is the Longhu Villa District. My family also has property here. My mom says it's very expensive."

"Then why doesn't everyone live here?"

"Because it's far?"

"Then why is it still expensive?"

"I don't know."

The children's understanding was limited after all, but the Hua Country interpreter walking beside them couldn't help but interject: "A few years ago, the property market was hot, and they promoted things like ecological forests and lakes, and even invited master designers..."

"But with Mr. Moe's financial resources, he could easily live in the city center. Why would he choose to live here?" The interpreter couldn't understand either.

Ke Muning was a person who didn't care about money, after all, he didn't lack funds to spend.

But he was also someone who didn't particularly enjoy luxury, because he felt it wasn't important.

This led to —

After arriving in Jin City, he directly rented a villa show home here, not even bargaining on the 670,000 per month rent, and apart from Li Xiaoya's bedroom, he hadn't changed any of the furnishings.

No matter how beautiful a show home might look to ordinary people, in the eyes of the wealthy and their children, it still exudes a sense of vulgarity and clumsiness.

Upon entering, as far as the eye could see, forget about antiques, there wasn't even a single painting whose artist's name could be recognized.

As for other high-end decor, not a trace could be seen.

"It's so bare."

"It's so cold."

"Li Xiaoya's house is as empty as if it's set for a TV drama."

"What are they saying?" Ke Muning frowned and asked the interpreter, "It's too noisy. If I sew their mouths shut, would that be illegal in your Hua Country?"

The interpreter was completely baffled.

Would that not be illegal in other countries?

He hurriedly answered this question first: "Yes, sir, it would be illegal."

Then he relayed the children's comments to Ke Muning.

"Hey." Ke Muning stopped on the steps, turned around and clapped his hands, signaling the children to look at him.

He was tall and strong, and when he looked down, he was incredibly intimidating.

The children involuntarily looked at him and fell silent.

"You think it's empty here?" Ke Muning asked.

"Yes, yes... There should be a race car there, right?"

"There should be vases here. We have vases at home, my dad says they're from the Qianlong era. Very, very expensive."

"We have a painting by Zhang Daqian at home."

"We have one by Qi Baishi!"

"We have a colored screen from the Kangxi era at home, worth over ten million!"

The children started comparing again, fiercely, each unwilling to yield to the others.

Ke Muning said to the interpreter: "Write a list."

Interpreter: "Huh?"

After the surprise, the interpreter still obediently wrote the list.

Ke Muning asked again: "Who are all your fathers?"

Comparing fathers was the favorite pastime of the noble elementary school students.

After all, their fathers were worth comparing, so they had to bring them out for comparison from time to time. Winning such comparisons allowed them to walk with their heads held high.

This was an unspoken rule among the elementary school students.

So when Ke Muning asked this time, they didn't hold back, almost eagerly, they rushed to report their fathers' names.

"Write those down too," Ke Muning said to the interpreter again.

"Ah? Alright, alright." The interpreter wiped his sweat.

Li Xiaoya couldn't help but tug on Ke Muning's sleeve: "What are you going to do?"

"Didn't you like playing with bad guys? Let me show you how a bad guy acts."

Li Xiaoya's eyes widened.

Surely he wouldn't cook them all in a pot and eat them, then send some to their fathers?

Ke Muning rarely saw her shocked expression, and couldn't help but cup her face with both hands and rub it vigorously.

After rubbing Li Xiaoya's cheeks until they were bright red, he immediately let go, feeling satisfied.

"Uncle, what kind of company do you run? I've never seen you before," asked one of the children who had just reported their father's name, looking up at Ke Muning.

"Many. ... One of them is called Locke."

"Is it a real estate and construction company?"

"No."

"Then is it a media company?"

The interpreter, hearing this, looked at the child in surprise. Even knows about the media industry?

"No," Ke Muning denied.

"Oh, then is it a pharmaceutical company?"

"Not that either."

"Then it must be a tech company!"

Ke Muning said: "None of those."

The elementary school students exchanged glances, already concluding in their hearts that Li Xiaoya's father wasn't in any lucrative business.

"Then what does it do?" they asked.

"Sells some little gadgets," Ke Muning said casually, then reminded them, "Shouldn't you call your families to let them know?"

"Of course we should." They each found a place to sit or stand, then all took out their phones to make calls.

These little rich kids were somewhat savvy.

After the calls connected, they first said: "We're all having dinner at Li Xiaoya's house tonight, and we'll be playing until very late before going home. Maybe we won't go home at all, her villa is very big."

This rare "group" activity, without the watchful eyes of teachers or the constraints of parents, was still very exciting for them.

Then they said: "Li Xiaoya's father is called Mr. Moe, he's a foreigner, he has a company called Locke."

This was to inform their parents of the details, to put their minds at ease.

Later when they returned home, they could also learn from their parents how they should treat Li Xiaoya in the future.

Most of these children's parents were very busy, and the calls were answered by butlers, secretaries, and the like.

They hung up the phones happily.

After the information was reported up, things changed...

The wealthy circle was already a place of fame and fortune, and the background of the other party determined how they would socialize.

When the parents learned of the other party's background, they casually searched: foreign, Locke company.

Hmm, it came up...

— [Defense Contractor]

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