Mira nodded, already having a rough idea of the filming approach and content.
“Okay, the next part is up to you.”
Jacob cooperatively moved to the corridor.
“Mr. Deby, let’s start filming from the elevator.”
“This corridor and the grand entrance door are also highlights.”
Just as Mira was about to start filming, she changed her mind again.
“OK!”
Jacob casually pressed the elevator button. This building had a total of 32 floors, meaning there were 32 units.
However, the property manager had told Jacob that the occupancy rate of this building was less than half, so the two-elevator system meant that the elevator was almost always available.
Mira entered the elevator and began filming the housewarming vlog.
Meanwhile, Jacob took the opportunity while she was filming to reset the smart facial recognition fingerprint lock on the entrance door, setting a new administrator password and recording his face and fingerprint.
He didn’t call Mira for this process; he could grant her access to the community, but she wasn’t yet qualified to enter his home.
Mira took this house tour vlog very seriously. In fact, she was using the opportunity to film the vlog to revisit the entire house in detail, imagining how she would plan and utilize each room if she became the mistress of this place.
“Mr. Deby, I’ve finished filming the video material, but I still need to edit and compile it. I’ll send it to you later, and you can just post it on Instagram directly.”
After finishing the video, Mira said thoughtfully.
“Thank you for your hard work, Mira.”
Jacob replied politely, but in his heart, he thought that treating this little tea as a tool was indeed the right choice. With her help, he didn’t have to rack his brains to shoot the video; this was truly not his forte.
“Mr. Deby, you don’t have to be so polite all the time!”
“I don’t see you as an outsider.”
Mira replied with a sweet smile.
“Alright, no need to be polite.”
Jacob waved his hand: “Let’s go, let’s check out the storefront, and then I need to pick up my daughter from school.”
“Okay.”
Mira nodded obediently, reluctantly leaving the luxurious mansion.
“Mr. Deby, can I post on WhatsApp Status?”
As they took the elevator down, Mira asked weakly.
“That’s your freedom; you don’t need to ask for my opinion.”
“Just make sure I’m not in the photos.”
Jacob shrugged nonchalantly. To be honest, he also wanted to post on WhatsApp Status to show off, but if he suddenly posted about buying a mansion worth over 40 million, his friends and family would definitely blow up. He would then have to come up with some lies to explain where the money came from, and who knows, someone might even ask him to borrow money. Too troublesome.
And if Mira posted on WhatsApp Status, it would be like he was showing off through her, after all, the house was his.
He was even a bit curious about how Mira would write the caption for her post. “Don’t worry, Mr. Deby, I know you like to keep a low profile.”
“With your photos, I’ll keep them in my album and cherish them quietly; I won’t post them!”
Mira tilted her head slightly and smiled sweetly at Jacob.
Her words were quite flirty, and even an older man like Jacob felt pleased upon hearing them, but he wouldn’t get carried away. Instead, he silently evaluated: Hmm, there’s a certain charm to it.
Exiting through the south gate of the community, they arrived at the commercial street built alongside Mimia Bay. On the other side of this commercial street was the “Green Land View” community. Although this community was not as high-end as Mimia Bay, it was still considered a high-class community, with an average house price around 40,000. The smallest unit in the community was 112 square meters, so the threshold for moving into this community was over 4 million.
The relatively affordable price and advantageous location made the Green Land View community very popular, with a high occupancy rate. This also provided a customer base for the Mimia commercial street, and all the residents had spending power; after all, being able to live in Green Land View meant they were wealthy.
Jacob had already received the keys to the storefront from the property management. The storefront was completely bare, with nothing to see.
But the dream of opening a BestDiet restaurant in his heart was reignited once again. As the saying goes, you get back up where you fell.
The closure of his five BestDiet restaurants had little to do with his management; it was mainly because everyone was unable to go out. Coastville was one of the earliest and hardest-hit areas during the outbreak, and countless restaurants closed during those three years. Jacob was just a small boat in a vast ocean, and it was normal for him to be capsized by the towering waves.
