Ling Zhenfei's mind raced even though the person before him didn't exactly match the photo, but he finally realized it was Si Mayang.
"Li Hao, Mr. Ling, I've been waiting for you," Si Mayang approached Ling Zhenfei with a big smile plastered on his face.
The aura of a nouveau riche hit Ling Zhenfei full in the face, but up close, Si Mayang wasn't quite as Ling had imagined; he wasn't entirely worthless.
His clothes were indeed ostentatious, like those of a parvenu, but there was a steadiness in Si Mayang's bones. Clearly, he was a man with substantial thought behind his actions—an impression Ling Zhenfei ford after having assessed myriad people.
"I'm also glad to co to Capital City, and it would be even better if I could visit your place," Ling Zhenfei said as he shook hands with Si Mayang.
"Please, co inside. I'll give you a tour of my ho," Si Mayang finished speaking and led Ling Zhenfei inside.
Not just anyone would invite soone to tour their house upon first eting, so it could only an that Si Mayang's ho was extraordinarily large; surely there was nothing worth showing off in a two-bedroom apartnt.
Si Mayang's house was indeed massive, even overly extravagant, making Ling Zhenfei question his life choices.
In Capital City, properties could cost hundreds of thousands or even over a million per square ter, especially in the pri locations of the old city. The price of Si Mayang's family ho must be far beyond that, given its imnse size; you could no longer asure it in square ters—it was a three-sectional quadrangle courtyard.
The first section contained a yard, aning his ho had three layers of courtyards, complete with rockeries, gardens, and ponds filled with goldfish, and woods alive with birds and beasts—truly an eye-opening experience for Ling Zhenfei.
Inside a small garden, Ling Zhenfei and Si Mayang sat down in a pavilion beside the pond. As soon as they were seated, soone served tea and an assortnt of pastries and snacks. The two sat opposite each other, with all other attendants dismissed except Si Mayang's butler.
Si Mayang asked Ling Zhenfei, "What do you think of my house?"
Ling Zhenfei nodded and said, "It's really amazing. To find such tranquility within Capital City, away from the hustle and bustle of carriages and horses, I must say, you truly know how to live."
Si Mayang let out a hearty laugh, apparently quite pleased with Ling Zhenfei's response.
"When I bought this house ten years ago, it was worth three billion. Now, its value has probably multiplied several tis over."
Ling Zhenfei was shocked. Three billion multiplied several tis over—that would an tens of billions. Si Mayang really didn't do things by halves. But was it really okay for soone to boast about their wealth to a stranger upon first eting?
"Mr. Ling, I didn't invite you to tour my house and talk so much because I wanted to show off. I just wanted to tell you that despite my vast wealth, I am not happy at all."
As he spoke, tears actually fell from Si Mayang's eyes—he was a better actor than those on television, which could only an Si Mayang had so heartbreaking issues.
Ling Zhenfei said in surprise, "Brother Sima, what are you doing? Just tell what the situation is."
Si Mayang, wiping his tears, said, "It's like this, Brother Ling. I ntioned on the phone that a relative of mine was ill, but in fact, there are no such relatives; the sick person is none other than myself."
Ling Zhenfei was taken aback, having not expected this revelation at all. So it turned out that Si Mayang was the one with erectile dysfunction. Understanding this, he realized that to possess such great wealth yet suffer from this condition was akin to being nearly dead for a man.
"So that's how it is, Brother Sima, we can understand your pain, but you don't have to be so heartbroken, I will treat you," Zhenfei could only comfort him at this ti.
Sima Yang cried even harder after Zhenfei's comforting, as if he had suffered all the grievances of the world. It took Zhenfei a long ti to finally console him.
"Brother Sima, you don't have to worry too much, now that I'm here, let's have a look at your condition. Although you sent so docunts over, they were unclear no matter how I looked at them."
At this mont, Sima Yang beca sowhat embarrassed and hurriedly said, "I'm really sorry, Brother Ling, the information you saw isn't mine, my condition is actually more serious than what was described in those docunts."
Zhenfei was surprised in his heart. The pictures and information he had seen were already quite serious, but Sima Yang said his condition was even more severe than what was shown in the pictures. What did that an, and how serious could it be?
"No matter how serious your condition is, let have a look first," Zhenfei thought, quite angrily, but he didn't show it. If Sima Yang's condition was truly severe, so severe that he couldn't cure it, wouldn't that an his trip had been in vain?
"Then let's go to the room, we certainly can't examine here," Sima Yang said with an embarrassed look.
Zhenfei nodded; as the owner of such a large estate, it was completely understandable that he wouldn't want everyone to know about such an illness.
Following Sima Yang to a room, this room was specifically used for treating illnesses, and it was equipped with everything necessary; anyone who didn't know better might think they were inside a hospital examination room.
Sima Yang lay on the bed, took off his clothes for Zhenfei to examine, and upon seeing Sima Yang's condition, Zhenfei imdiately furrowed his brows.
The situation on the photos was at most considered impotence, but Sima Yang's condition was far more serious. Zhenfei even suspected whether Sima Yang was still a man or had turned into a woman.
"What's going on here, how did this happen?"
Zhenfei was curious about Sima Yang's condition and wondered what had caused it.
Sima Yang said with great frustration, "This was due to a serious illness I had as a child, and although that illness has been cured, my 'treasure' has never developed since then, and it has even transford into this."
Sima Yang looked at Zhenfei with pitiful eyes, "Divine Doctor Ling, what's the use of earning so much money, tell , is a man still a man if he has no woman? Isn't the money earned for spending on won?"
An agitated Sima Yang sat up from the bed and gestured around, saying, "Look at this huge mansion, I don't even dare to have female servants, do you understand my pain?"
Only then did Zhenfei realize that since he had entered the mansion, he indeed hadn't seen any won around the yard. He thought about the beautiful mansion and garden, how if there was a beautiful woman, it would have been like heaven and earth.
"Divine Doctor Ling, do you think you can cure my illness?" Sima Yang asked, looking at Zhenfei with hopeful eyes.
Zhenfei stood up and apologized with a shake of his head, "I'm sorry, Brother Sima, your condition is an innate developntal disorder, and I truly cannot do anything about it."
After finishing his words, Zhenfei turned to leave. He really didn't want to stay here any longer, visiting Capital City had been a wasted trip after all. As for whether Sima Yang's illness could be treated, of course, it could be, but the treatnt would be too costly; five million was simply not enough.
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