This Bad Luck is Awesome!

Chen Mo didn’t know about the gossip in the Xihe office, nor did he care.

After seeing Xia Shiqing out, he washed up and got ready to make some breakfast.

’A few dozen minutes of cardio every morning seems much more pleasant than running.’

Chen Mo compared the two and decided that indoor cardio was definitely more comfortable.

For breakfast, he drank a bottle of milk and ate a few eggs to replenish the nutrients he’d burned.

DING!

He had just finished breakfast and stepped out onto the balcony to stretch when he heard his phone chime in his pocket.

"Modu City Natural Resources & Real Estate Registration Center: Your property deed has been processed. You may request postal delivery or pick it up at... the Real Estate Registration Center. Tel:..."

He took out his phone and saw that it was a text from the Modu Real Estate Registration Center.

’The property deed is ready?’

Chen Mo raised his eyebrows in surprise as he read the text.

The agent had said it would take five days.

’Counting the days... wouldn’t tomorrow be the fifth day?’

"The deed is ready. Thanks."

Chen Mo sent a message to the agent.

’I might buy another house when I have more money, so I can just use this agent again then.’

’The guy really knows his stuff.’

"Not at all, Mr. Chen. Feel free to contact me again if you need anything in the future."

The agent replied quickly.

He also liked clients like Chen Mo who paid promptly and didn’t cause any trouble.

It was worth keeping in touch; perhaps they could work together again in the future.

"OK."

Chen Mo glanced at his watch. Seeing that it was already business hours, he put his phone down and went to change.

Once he was changed, he grabbed his car keys, went downstairs, and got into his car.

RUMBLE~

The engine roared to life. He stepped on the gas and drove out of the underground garage.

A little over twenty minutes later, he pulled his car smoothly into a spot at the district’s Real Estate Registration Center.

Following the instructions in the text message, he walked up to the corresponding window.

"Hi, I’m here to pick up a property deed," Chen Mo said to the clerk at the window.

"What’s your name?"

"Chen Mo."

The clerk looked up his name on the computer, then found his deed in a pile of documents.

"Do you have your ID?"

"I do."

Chen Mo handed his ID over.

"Here you go."

The clerk glanced at the ID, then handed the property deed and the ID back to him.

"Thanks."

Chen Mo accepted the red-covered deed, and a smile involuntarily spread across his face as he looked at the large, gold-stamped words: "Real Estate Property Certificate."

His first-ever house.

A house that was truly his own.

A huge villa, over four hundred square meters.

Beautifully renovated, and paid for in full.

And it was in Modu.

Even though he was already familiar with all these details, now that he was actually holding the property deed in his hands...

...it felt completely different.

’Guess I’m a real Master Hu now,’ Chen Mo thought with a grin, walking outside with the deed in hand.

’Money, a house... all I’m missing is official residency.’

’It wouldn’t even be hard to get official residency in Modu. The ’Model Good Samaritan of Modu’ title Feng Yu got for me is worth a ton of points.’

’If I successfully get residency in Modu, then I’ll be a certified Master Hu.’

’I’ll be a *new* Master Hu, sure, but who says a new one doesn’t count?’

He walked out of the Real Estate Registration Center and sat down in the driver’s seat.

He picked up the deed, placed it on the steering wheel, and took a picture with his phone.

’It’s not quite hitting the mark,’ Chen Mo thought, looking at the plain photo of the deed. ’It’s just not ostentatious enough.’

After a moment’s thought, he shifted the deed slightly to the side, revealing the shield logo on the steering wheel.

’Now *that’s* more like it.’

Chen Mo took another picture and nodded in satisfaction after looking at it.

He opened his Friends Circle and selected the photo he’d just taken.

Then he began to write the caption.

"23 years old. Didn’t rely on my parents, just my own hard work and sweat. Finally managed to buy a house and car in Modu, all paid in full. The more unluc—er, I mean, the harder you work, the luckier you get!"

Chen Mo typed quickly, but his fingers got ahead of him and he accidentally typed "the more unlucky, the luckier you get" instead of "the harder you work, the luckier you get." He quickly corrected it.

Once he finished writing the caption, he looked it over and nodded, satisfied.

He turned on location tagging and set the address to [Modu City, XX District Real Estate Registration Center].

After a smooth combo of clicks to hide the post from family and relatives, he hit ’Post’.

After posting, he put his phone down, started the car, and drove away from the Real Estate Registration Center.

While he was driving, he could hear his phone buzzing intermittently.

He didn’t check it, since he was driving.

But even without looking, he could guess that people were sending him WeChat messages because of his new Friends Circle post.

A little over twenty minutes later, he arrived back home.

He unlocked his phone and glanced at the screen. The Friends Circle icon was already a red "99+".

His main chat screen was also full of unread messages.

He tapped open his Friends Circle and saw a flood of likes and comments.

"Holy shit! Did you marry rich in Modu?"

"Don’t tell me you won the lottery. This is fucking insane!"

"One year out of college, some of us are still slaving away like cattle while others have already ascended."

"A house and car in Modu, paid in full—and the car’s a 911. You’ve won at life."

"From now on, Old Mo is Master Hu."

"’Old Mo’? You should be calling him Master Mo!"

"Master Mo, do you have a boyfriend? Do I still have a chance?"

"Get lost, you damn gay. Don’t you dare try to steal Brother Chen Mo from us girls."

"Everyone knows you’re Brother Fu now. Are you still playing the ’I’m trying to be low-key’ card?"

"? Is this the same Chen Mo who used to deliver food with me? Did I save his contact info wrong?"

"..."

Chen Mo casually scrolled through the comments.

There were comments from his high school classmates, college classmates, former colleagues from various internships, and even fellow drivers from his food delivery days.