Chapter 80
Chapter 80
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 80
Chapter Title: Moving Day is Always Bustling
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"Yes, we've confirmed everything. Our tax accountant and agent will handle all the administrative procedures before move-in day. On the day itself, please do a final inspection of the house with the appraiser and facility manager. If any issues come up, contact us right away..."
The contract was finally wrapped up, somehow.
The process had been dizzyingly complicated, but the securities firm handled most of it, and they promised to take care of the follow-up too, so my worries eased considerably.
With the contract done...
"Thank you. Oh, and while I'm here, I'd like to invest a bit in some dividend stocks..."
"Right this way."
I dropped about 10 billion won into dividend stocks before leaving the securities firm.
With this setup, the house maintenance fees should be covered by the dividends alone, right?
Anyway.
With the new house secured, phase one of preparations was complete.
Phase two? Sorting out the place I was currently living in.
'A sigh's already escaping.'
This apartment, crammed full of stuff after just a few months.
The empty eighth floor could just be handed over as is, but the tenth floor was a different story.
'...Should've bought less.'
How did a solo living space end up with so much junk?
The silver lining: I could leave the furniture and appliances as options and just take my personal belongings.
An apartment loaded with options like this? Plenty of buyers would love it.
'That's exactly why I lived in a studio instead of an apartment—no options.'
No worries about options killing the sale, so furniture stays, and...
Actually, furniture wasn't the biggest headache.
'The closet...'
The dress room stuffed to the brim with clothes.
Massive hauls from online impulse buys, clueless as I was.
I let out a short sigh at the chaotic mess and shut the dress room door.
'Deal with that later...'
No way I could tackle it yet, so I opened a nearby large wardrobe instead.
This one was packed with luxury goods from Japan, plus bags and clothes from department stores.
Luxury bags neatly lined on shelves.
Coats, shirts on hangers, new shoes stacked in boxes below.
I'd kept it organized, way better than the dress room.
But still.
'This many?'
I had no idea I'd accumulated so much.
No complaining would get it done, so I carefully pulled everything out and moved it to the living room.
Some pieces still had tags on.
Ones that looked great in-store but never saw the light of day after purchase.
'Tricky to offload.'
Luxury stuff—can't just hand it off casually.
And tossing it? Ridiculous.
No point staring blankly; I hugged them to my chest and lined them up in the living room.
Then sorted: wear or not.
Quick and decisive, keepers stacked neatly in blue plastic bins.
Smaller boxes for bags and accessories.
Another for the rest of the bags, all packed away.
Finally, nested the small boxes into a large plastic one—like Russian dolls—for easy transport.
'This box alone is worth billions.'
The luxury items inside totaled hundreds of millions.
The clothes left in the living room? Thousands more.
'I bought a ton.'
I chuckled as I set the sorted clothes aside.
Unworn luxury pieces went aside too.
These I'd wrap nicely and gift.
Too good to sell or toss.
'And these...'
What remained: mid-tier luxuries, awkward to call pricey or disposable.
Worn a few times, so gifting was iffy.
After a moment's thought...
I searched secondhand markets for identical items.
'Not many listings.'
Not flooded, but some available.
Meant they sold.
No need to recover costs, but perfect for tricky disposals.
'Post them slowly after the move.'
For-sale clothes folded neatly into paper bags.
Luxuries sorted—for now.
Next up...
'Just trash all the dress room clothes?'
Long sigh as I eyed my everyday wear.
Should've tidied regularly.
Though even rewinding time, I wouldn't have.
That's me.
No more delaying: I sorted loungewear, underwear, outerwear, hauled to the living room.
Keep home clothes and undies... rest gone unless favorites.
These were disposable, so quick work.
'These from shopping with Ji-su and Min-hyeok—set aside... This online buy? Fabric sucks, trash...'
How much time passed?
Sorting done, outside already dark.
Seasonal early sunsets, sure, but still hours gone.
Checked the time, stomach growled—nuked cup ramen for the first time in ages.
Straight to the computer.
'Nothing beats this for gaming eats.'
Na Da-yeon would've nagged, but occasional indulgences matter.
Not really indulgence, but whatever.
Packing mostly done.
No need to finish tonight—tomorrow for the rest.
Time to relax.
Chill with some gaming.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Move-in day.
Up early, boxes stacked by the entryway.
Barely any stuff beyond clothes and bags.
Moving costs? Negligible.
'Really leaving.'
Short stay, but attached already—bittersweet farewell.
Worlds apart from leaving the studio.
Studio exit felt aimless, clueless.
Now? Upgrading on my success.
'Not sure the difference, really.'
Whatever—positive change, no need to overanalyze.
"Yawn..."
Silly thoughts done, long yawn.
Not from early rise—fatigue from upcoming tasks.
Not just hauling boxes.
Full house inspection, furniture, facilities, interiors to review.
Securities firm handled admin, but it's my house.
'Effort makes it more rewarding.'
Nodding to myself, joined arriving movers to the house.
"Whoa..."
"Shall we bring the items inside?"
Staff awed on arrival.
Sheepish under their envy, I opened the gate.
Meager boxes piled at entry, staff bowed lightly and vanished.
Minimalism perks.
Maybe why minimalists declutter—not lifelong homes anymore.
'Super clean, too.'
Agent arranged cleaning and interiors.
High-end houses have specialists—he insisted.
His confidence always justified.
Polished marble floors, mirror-like.
Built-ins pristine as new.
No dust on frames.
'Great, but maintaining this? Tough.'
Cleaning level insane.
One or two helpers? No chance.
Wandering, admiring—surreal.
Hard to believe it's mine.
Or customizable fully.
My homes: apartments, houses, studios—that's it.
Hence the weirdness.
Watching celeb home shows: "Who lives like this?"
Me, now.
Means serious wealth required.
'Obviously.'
Rich live differently.
Maybe shouldn't mingle with real elites.
Or not—Yeon-ah seems normal-ish.
Deep in thought, doorbell chimed.
Elegant classical melody from wall pad, discreet.
'Feature-packed...'
Camera standard, video save, gate or full entry options.
Intercom, panic button—neat.
Ogled too long, forgot to open.
Doorbell again.
Rushed intercom, opened.
"Hello~ I'm appraiser Jeong Hye-won."
Middle-aged woman smiled kindly, bowed at entry.
Facility staff beside her bowed too.
"Ah... hello."
Overly polite—flustered, invited them in.
Unlike department store VIP—there, guest.
Here, superior.
'This deference feels burdensome.'
Takes time to adjust.
"We're here before final payment to verify the contract, check facilities, and ensure the opposing appraiser's valuation is fair. Relax or join us—your call."
Hye-won explained at length.
Basically, pre-finalization fact-check.
'Fascinating.'
She and facility staff scattered, inspecting everything.
CCTV, auto-blinds, veranda sunroof, built-ins, elevator, garage doors.
'Catch one flaw' intensity—intimidating.
But for me, no fear.
Left them to it, sat—doorbell again.
'Who now?'
"Yes~?"
"Good day. Hanbi Interior, here for inspection and consultation."
Ah.
Specialist interiors team mentioned before.
Opened, welcomed them.
House suddenly lively.
But spacious—no crowding.
'Assembled furniture filled my old apartment.'
Needs hundreds to feel cramped.
"Greetings, I'm Hanbi Interior Chief Andrei Park. Andrei's fine."
"Hello..."
This one—long talks ahead.
Handles my customizations.
No delays.
Straight to business.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Wealthy yet modest.
First thought on today's client for interior chief Andrei.
House worth 50 billion easy.
Requests: karaoke room, gaming setup, home theater.
Common, sure.
But from securities agent referral? Too humble.
Usually: chandeliers, stair rails, personal style overhauls.
Expected big fish—mild letdown.
Not unpleasant, though.
Girl like his daughter, excitedly chattering—cute, fun.
Reminded him of his own daughter in the States.
'Call her after work.'
Andrei smiled warmly, fiddling with his phone.
Nothing major, but she lightened his mood a bit.