Let's settle down 1-10

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Chapter 1: Whose House is Like Brocade?

"Good morning, Closet, why are you here so early today?"

"Good morning my foot! You're always the latest one here." The woman called Closet made a
face back, her tone unfriendly, but her body obediently went to greet her. "Century egg and lean pork congee?"

"Yes, I got up at five o'clock this morning to cook it, to nourish our Princess Shanshan. Jian, 985,
you two save some for Uncle, Lou Shanguan, you can only have one bowl." The man who spoke was Liu Jiading, a real
estate agent at Anjia Tianxia Jingyi branch. He was of average appearance and build, with a gentle personality. He had been in the real estate industry for many years, but
had not closed a deal since switching to the Jingyi branch.

Wang Zijian and 985 exchanged a glance, watching Liu Jiading jog along carrying a red insulated box,
quickly heading towards the manager's office. At this moment, Wang Zijian said somewhat sarcastically, "Jiading, don't be in such a hurry, Auntie
hasn't arrived yet. Oh, don't worry."

985, understanding the implication, chimed in, "That's right, if Uncle were here, he'd definitely criticize you for being so impulsive
."

"Hey, 985, that's not right of you. Little Liu does this every morning, anyway, Uncle can't see
it." Wang Zijian hit the nail on the head with 985. "As for what Auntie will say, he
eats at home with the landlady every morning, and the last portion is for Xiaolou."

Liu Jiading put down the thermos, turned and went out of the room, just in time to see Zhu Shanshan finish distributing the porridge, one portion for each person, leaving
a clean basin. Lou Shanguan was holding the basin, diligently scraping the last drop of porridge. "Well, even with
food, you can't control your mouths."

"That's right, that's right, Jiading meant well." Zhu Shanshan leaned back in her chair, comfortably drinking
the hot porridge, her eyes full of ease.

"Brother Jian, you..." Lou Shanguan was quick; before Wang Zijian could even pick up his bowl, he looked up and downed it in one
gulp. "Brother Jian, if you're not going to eat, leave it for me. I haven't..."

Taking advantage of Lou Shanguan's moment of putting down his bowl, Wang Zijian swiftly picked it up, took a sip, smacked his lips, and
muttered, "Little Liu has been at the store for half a year, and aside from everything else, her porridge-making skills have improved significantly. Although I haven't been deliberately maintaining
my weight, if I keep eating like this every day, I'll become chubby sooner or later. Don't you, the 'Closet Princess,' worry about getting fat
and not finding a rich husband?"

"Wang! Zi! Jian! I don't eat dinner! How could I possibly get fat! And! Don't call me
'Closet' anymore!" Zhu Shanshan's ease vanished instantly, replaced by anger. Her eyebrows twitched, giving her
a somewhat innocent and beautiful look.

"It's my fault, it's all my fault. I won't call you 'closet' anymore, Zhu Shasha." Wang Zijian sat up straight, straightened
his collar, and then elegantly fastened his shirt cuffs. He wanted to say something more, but Zhu Shanshan had already turned
her head away, her pretty face turned towards the front door, and slowly began to enjoy her porridge.

"Zhu Shanshan, Zhu Shanshan?" Wang Zijian called twice, but Zhu Shanshan still didn't respond.

The Jingyi store fell silent, with only the sounds of everyone drinking porridge remaining.

Lou Shanguan, from the countryside, was straightforward and frank. He felt a little uncomfortable in the insincere atmosphere that city people were used to
, so he was the first to break the rare quiet and peace of the store.

"Jiading, how come your porridge is so good?"

At first glance, the porridge had been simmered for a long time, and each grain of rice had blossomed into a flower. The pork tenderloin was the right size,
and the irregularly cut preserved eggs were scattered among the rice flowers, making it quite tempting. The simple seasoning highlighted the natural flavor of the food, and the long
simmering made the porridge exceptionally tempting.

"This porridge..." Liu Jiading was about to speak when Zhu Shanshan interrupted.

She tightly grasped Liu Jiading's hand, glancing at Wang Zijian out of the corner of her eye, and cheerfully said, "Jiading, Brother Jiading
, you always call me the Closet Princess. A princess is meant to wait for her prince charming. People say that to capture a man's
heart, you have to capture..."

Seeing the two so intimate, even making gestures that went beyond friendship, Wang Zijian quickly interjected.
He said, "The way to a man's heart is through his stomach, Zhu Shanshan. How can you be so spineless? As a single
woman of the new era, you should..."

"Never lift a finger," 985 blurted out.

"No, no, you're saying she's pampered and spoiled."

"Don't say women aren't heroic; every night, the Longquan sword sings on the wall," 985 flattered again.

"That's still not right. You were talking about women joining the army to fight. Our Shanshan is the store's mascot, that's
...

" 985 flattered three times, but this time he went overboard with the praise.

"A pair of jade arms dancing up and down, in an instant, three figures appear, countless white lights flash, pear blossoms dance wildly,
fine rain patters, truly a thousand-armed Guanyin descending to earth." Wang Zijian got so excited that he even took out a handkerchief to wipe
his sweat.

Liu Jiading, seeing these guys going further and further off track, quickly flattered him, "Well done, Brother Jian, you're
quite the smooth talker. It's a pity you're not doing crosstalk or stand-up comedy, you're working as a real estate agent."

Wang Zijian was quite tired from being flattered. Since Liu Jiading came to the store, his breakfast every day
was either a bowl of rather exquisite porridge or some uniquely shaped pastries. They tasted good, but they weren't very
filling. Although they hadn't spent money on breakfast anymore, it wasn't quite the same to just buy something else to eat. Even
Aunt Xu, who was always picky about food, hadn't bought breakfast anymore, though she would share some with everyone if she arrived early.

"Look at you all, so unserious! Can't you learn from the little white-hat guy next door? Do some aerobics every morning, or
look at Ala Ding, he's out advertising exclusive listings early in the morning, okay?" Jin Shanshan gently nudged Liu
Jiading, clearly these jokes were still within her acceptable range.

"By the way, why hasn't Uncle arrived yet? Where's Xu Gugu?" Liu Jiading, seeing everyone had finished their porridge, began to clean up
the mess, a scene that had become an indispensable part of his daily routine at the store.

"Uncle went to see a client, that Ms. Gong, he went back and forth to see dozens of complicated listings.
Aunt, Aunt hasn't come yet, I'm afraid she overworked last night." Wang Zijian tidied his temples, just then his
phone rang. He picked up the phone on the table, the screen displaying "Fierce Tenant. "

"Quiet down! Shh! Hmm, yes, you're coming to the store later? That's great, Anjia Tianxia will be waiting."
" Your patronage is appreciated." Wang Zijian hung up the phone, tossing it on the table, his expression one of indescribable satisfaction. He let out a
sigh, leaning back in his chair with a relaxed air, and said to everyone, "Another sale!"

"My brother Jian is awesome!" From a distance, Lou Shanguan, holding a water glass, arrived with his voice and thumbs-up before he even reached the store.

"What house? What house?" Zhu Shanshan was always the most excited when someone closed a deal, and this time was no
exception. She was thrilled with every sale and every property sold.

"I'd be scared to death if I told you," Wang Zijian said solemnly, which made Liu Jiading, sitting diagonally opposite him, realize
something.

"You mean that one?" As the straight man, 985 is always particularly timely.

"No way..."

"That house, that house has been stuck with us for almost half a year now." Liu Jiading thought for a moment, then took out his phone
and started searching.

"My god, someone lives in that haunted house?"

Amidst everyone's mixed exclamations of surprise, Zhu Shanshan displayed the qualities a woman should have. She went straight to
the topic everyone was interested in, leaning over the partition and asking, "Male or female?"

Wang Zijian nodded and replied, "Female."

Anjia Tianxia is a real estate agency,
known in the industry for its fast house finding, fast house viewing, and fast house moving. Of course, along with a massive number of listings and rapid transactions, its commission is slightly higher than other companies. Jingyimen
, once renowned in Shanghai for its high transaction volume, is now deserted.
Two new real estate agencies have opened on either side of the original location. One is run
by a short, stout manager nicknamed "Little Red Riding Hood," who constantly talks about hard work and wants all employees to work 996 (9am-9pm, 6 days a week). The other is Aladdin, known for its welcoming atmosphere before a purchase but turning away customers afterward and its constant lawsuits with clients .
Aladdin's manager is a tall, thin man with a sharp, sarcastic look.

Meanwhile, our main location, Anjia Tianxia, under the brilliant leadership of manager Xu Wenchang,
has finally become the worst-performing agency, a "retirement" agency.

Being a retirement agency, it inevitably has employees who spend their days joking around and wasting time.

With the news of Wang Zijian closing a deal, the four "magical fish" (
a group of people who haven't closed a deal yet) are encouraged, convinced they'll soon be doing the same. However, even the strongest encouragement can't
keep these lazy, complacent employees from making a sale. A little while later, Zhu Shanshan first pulled out her precious makeup
box, followed closely by 985, who, despite his love of reading and self-proclaimed cultured nature, had also begun to neglect his studies. Liu
Jiading, the third to surrender, naturally wasn't going to be outdone, pulling out tarot cards from his treasure-filled drawer
to start divining his fortune.

Lou Shanguan was probably the only one still harboring ambition, though he'd gotten up too early and wasn't sure if he'd eaten
enough, and was still pondering whether he should drink his uncle's or aunt's porridge.

Liu Jiading sized up Lou Shanguan for a moment, then offered a somewhat unkind suggestion: "Little Lou, go drink your uncle's bowl
. When he comes back, let him drink Gugu's bowl." He felt it was a waste that the porridge he'd worked so hard to cook was getting cold.

"Okay," Lou Shanguan replied with a simple smile.

Unexpectedly, just as Lou Shanguan picked up his bowl, a beautiful woman walked in from outside. She wore a black trench coat,
a shoulder bag slung over her right shoulder, with a long-handled umbrella hanging from it, its bottom barely touching the ground. Inside the shop, some ate
, some did their makeup, some had their fortunes told, and some chatted. Lou Shanguan, however, was scrolling through
Douyin (TikTok) on his phone while eating. The group looked like real estate agents; if their ages weren't known, they could easily be mistaken for retired
cadres working at a retirement home.

Liu Jiading flipped over a tarot card; no one knew what he was trying to divine. To the others in the shop, he seemed a bit mystical.
Besides Aunt Xu and Uncle, Lou Shanguan was the only one he was close to. He looked at the tarot card in his hand—
the High Priestess, upright.

His intuition told him that what he had been waiting for was finally here, and he chose to trust his intuition.

Sure enough, looking up, he saw this brand-new, beautiful woman, looking travel-worn,
carrying luggage in each hand. She wore a white shirt under a black trench coat, and a red and white striped scarf around her neck.
Her neat short hair added to her professional and capable air.

"It's starting," Liu Jiading muttered to himself, then began clearing the table. This
puzzled Zhu Shanshan, who was about to ask something when the beautiful woman standing at the door spoke first.

"Hello everyone."

With a guest arriving, Wang Zijian stood up respectfully and asked, "Are you Ms. Fang?"

"Yes."

As a real estate agent, Wang Zijian was highly professional. Although he hadn't made a good impression on her, he still
maintained his high standards. Wang Zijian bowed slightly and said, "Please have a seat in the conference room.
I'll go prepare the contract for you." He then calmly walked towards the document area to retrieve the pre-prepared rental
contract.

Lou Shanguan also stood up and opened the conference room door, saying flirtatiously, "Beautiful lady, please come in."

The woman ignored him and instead walked towards the inner room, glancing around like
a lioness surveying her territory, her eyes full of disdain.

Ignored, Lou Shanguan rushed over to 985, tugged at her clothes, and said, "Look,
he's quite young, and quite bold. Do you think he lives alone?"

Liu Jiading and Zhu Shanshan also joined the two, never hesitant to gossip.

"What are you thinking?"

"Look at you three, from the bag to the suitcase, to the whole outfit, it's all mainland goods." As a woman, Zhu
Shanshan's focus was always different from the others in the store.

"Quite sharp eyes."

"Who am I?" Zhu Shanshan was a little smug.

"I like this kind of thing." 985 fully demonstrated what it means to be a refined scoundrel.

The three of them huddled together gossiping, and Liu Jiading also saw the person he wanted to see, and subconsciously said
,

"This is a colleague."

"What? This lady is a colleague of ours?" Zhu Shanshan was a little incredulous.

"That's why I said you can't close a deal. Ignoring her luggage, just look at her legs, her calves are very developed, usually..."
"She must have walked a lot. An umbrella is draped over her bag. Zhu Shanshan, you should learn from her." Liu Jiading, with his sharp eyes, pointed out
something unusual about the beautiful woman.

Hearing this, Zhu Shanshan was a little unconvinced, but it did seem like she was in the same line of work. "You haven't closed a deal either, but
why bring an umbrella when it's not raining?"

"I gave it to a client when she was showing her the apartment. I bet she has tissues, chewing gum, lipstick, a makeup box, shoe covers
, a power bank, and at the very least, Evergrande Spring water, or at the very least, Evian mineral water." Liu Jiading was usually eccentric
, which everyone was used to, but his unusual certainty this time left everyone somewhat at a loss. However,
what shocked everyone the most wasn't the beautiful woman's identity, but rather, "If I'm wrong, it'll be scallop porridge tomorrow morning."

"Really? She really is a fellow professional? But how can we see what's in her bag? Let's
make scallop porridge tomorrow morning."

While they were chatting and laughing, Wang Zijian had already finished organizing the contract. He walked towards the conference room, saying apologetically,
"Ms. Fang, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, please."

Ms. Fang continued to scan the surroundings of the shop, moving slowly and gracefully. Entering the conference
room, Wang Zijian closed the door, and four figures instantly appeared on the frosted glass wall. Ms. Fang put down
her luggage and sat directly in the head seat. Wang Zijian quickly handed her the documents.

"This is your contract, and the execution commitment letter. Please read them carefully."

"I know," Ms. Fang replied coldly, scrutinizing the lease agreement clause by clause.

Wang Zijian straightened up, hands clasped in front of him, and said respectfully, "Out of professional ethics, I
must confirm with you again that this house has a history of criminal activity, what people call a 'murder house'.
"

"I know."

"The previous tenant was unfortunately murdered in the living room."

"I know." Ms. Fang replied indifferently. She held out her hand, gesturing for Wang Zijian to
hand her the pen. Their eyes met, and they remained silent for a few seconds.

"Then there's no problem... Shall I show you the house first?" To sell this murder
house, Wang Zijian confirmed several times.

Ms. Fang took the pen and quickly signed the contract. Her next words surprised Wang Zijian.
"Please invite them in."

"Huh?"

Not getting the response she wanted, Ms. Fang raised her voice. "Those at the door, please come in."

Before the four fish could discuss the order of entry, Liu Jiading pushed open the door first, his face beaming.
"Miss Fang, what brings you here?"

Miss Fang's subsequent actions reassured Liu Jiading. She pulled out a stack of documents and formally introduced herself to everyone
: "I'm the new store manager sent from headquarters, my name is Fang Sijin. Which one of you is Store Manager Xu Wenchang?"

"He...he hasn't arrived yet."

"This is my transfer order. Please take a look." Fang Sijin placed the transfer order on the table and politely pushed it
towards everyone.

Everyone gathered around the transfer order, which read: "After careful consideration, in order to stimulate store vitality and improve performance,
Anjia Tianxia Shanghai Jingyi Store will implement a dual store manager system on a trial basis. Comrade Fang Sijin is hereby appointed as the store manager of Jingyi Store. She
will jointly oversee store operations with Store Manager Xu Wenchang, and will report for duty on May 15th."

After Zhu Shanshan finished reading the transfer order, her eyes were fixed on Wang Zijian.

"Why didn't Aunt Xu tell us beforehand?" Lou Shanguan complained, only to be met with a teasing
remark from Wang Zijian.

"Does Aunt Xu need to inform you beforehand before doing anything?"

985, with his sharp eyes, said somewhat hastily, "It's stamped with a big red seal."

Liu Jiading, as always, stated his deduction: "It's probably true."

"Tch." Amidst the disdainful murmurs of the crowd, Fang Sijin nodded at him, clearly having heard everything the discussion outside the door
.

After the transfer order was announced, everyone returned to their work stations. Now that Xu Wenchang was gone, everyone lacked a leader and
could only let Fang Sijin be, since the transfer order was probably real.

After everyone sat down, Fang Sijin temporarily stored her luggage. Because the Jingyi store had consistently ranked at the bottom in performance, everyone
was used to being lax. The only empty room in the entire store was piled with clutter, which could theoretically be used as
Fang Sijin's office. But Fang Sijin had her own ideas. As one of the top ten store managers in Beijing, she quickly
chose her workspace.

She placed a table outside Xu Wenchang's store manager's office, just like the secretary of the store manager next door.

Fang Sijin leaned against the table. She'd been in the store for a while, and aside from announcing the transfer order, the staff
hadn't interacted with her at all. She had to move things around by herself, silently chuckling at the staff as she pondered her next move.

But she didn't notice that in a corner she easily overlooked, someone was observing her.

Liu Jiading wasn't like the others; he had his own purpose in being there. He could usually just coast along, but
Fang Sijin's arrival was his main objective.

Real estate brokerage is a profession that demands keen observation. Being observant doesn't guarantee an extra deal, but well-placed
preparations can effectively improve customer goodwill. Liu Jiading had already noticed that Fang Sijin only had a table, no chair
, because a spare set of office supplies that had been provided for the store was now occupied because of his presence.

Amidst the complex gazes of the others, Liu Jiading lifted a comfortable chair, trying not to make
a sound as he moved it across the floor.

"Heh, already sucking up to the new manager. If you ask me, the tea's already cold before he's even left. No,
the porridge's already cold." Because of Zhu Shanshan, Wang Zijian always harbored a vague, unspoken hostility towards Liu Jiading . 　　A graduate of a top-tier university (985), although perhaps a bit arrogant and unrealistic, she still possessed a certain level of tact
. Having missed the chance to build a relationship with Fang Sijin, she naturally continued to curry favor with Wang Zijian. He turned his head with a smile, his eyes filled with undisguised sarcasm. "Hey, you know what? Tomorrow, Xiao Liu will definitely bring an extra serving of porridge. I wonder what kind of insulated container he'll use." 　　Lou Shanguan chuckled to himself while scrolling through Douyin, not joining their gossip, but Zhu Shanshan couldn't contain herself. She usually seemed a bit silly, and being the only woman in the store, she considered herself superior in appearance and never...

The focused gazes from both sides made Fang Sijin's appearance a wake-up call for her. She watched Liu
Jiading's fawning, his words betraying his true feelings.

Fang Sijin, seeing Liu Jiading bring a chair, didn't offer it up, gesturing for him to place it properly and sit down,
then looked down at him. With a professional smile, she professionally asked, "I've given you the chair,
what are you going to sit on?"

"I'll just get one from the conference room."

"Then the conference room will be short a chair; it won't look good when customers come in." Fang Sijin straightened her back,
shifting her gaze from Liu Jiading to Zhu Shanshan. Compared to Lou Shanguan, Zhu Shanshan, also a woman, was clearly more
noticeable, and compared to Lou Shanguan's carefree scrolling through Douyin, Zhu Shanshan's angrily applying makeup was even more intriguing
.

"It's alright, I'll make do for a while. I'll ask Manager Xu to come back and I can ask him to let me buy another one
. It'll only take half a day." After saying that, Liu Jiading hesitated, as if he had something else to add. "The store actually has
quite a few chairs, but the mothers on the street come to borrow a few every now and then, and Manager Xu can't refuse them, so they've all been lent
out. If you need any, I can bring a few more back this afternoon."

"The company has its rules..." Fang Sijin's professional smile gradually faded, turning serious.

"Yes, Manager Fang, the company has its rules, and the store has its rules too.
We can't really argue with the rules Manager Xu set, can we? If you have any questions, you can wait until he comes back. Look at you, you look so travel-worn
, take a rest, I'll get you a glass of water." Liu Jiading turned around, and Zhu Shanshan's already puffed-up face
looked even rounder. Her eyebrows shot up, and her thumbs up was raised high, almost ready to blurt out "Well done!"

Wang Zijian observed all this, pulled 985 aside, and whispered, "See? That's what it means to know how to talk.
You should learn from this. Look at Manager Fang's face... she's got quite the shrewdness, not even angry."

Seeing that Fang Sijin had been given a hard time by Liu Jiading, yet remained calm, surprised everyone.

Liu Jiading brought over a cup of tea, its red broth a fine offering for distinguished guests. Although Fang Sijin
was angry, she couldn't refuse a smiling face. She could only accept the tea and set it aside. She crossed her arms, about to say something
, when Liu Jiading walked back to his seat without turning around.

Lou Shanguan, realizing the tense atmosphere in the store, quickly got to work. "Hello Aunt Zhai, I'm
Lou from Anjia Tianxia. I have a great property here. Let me show you today. The house is excellent, in a great location,
beautifully decorated, and the weather is lovely today. Please come out... Oh, excuse me." Another closed door.

Everyone started working, and Fang Sijin, having gathered her energy, was stopped by 985 as she passed Wang Zijian's seat
.

985 adjusted his suit jacket, clasped his hands in front of him, and said formally, "Manager Fang, let me introduce myself
. My name is Yu Hualong. I was also sent from headquarters and have only been here a few months. Please take care of me."
He then extended his right hand, intending a friendly handshake with Fang Sijin.

"Sit down," Fang Sijin said coldly, leaving 985's hand exposed to the
sweltering air conditioning.

Lou Shanguan held his phone, looking somewhat embarrassed.

The expected show of force from Liu Jiading didn't materialize. Fang Sijin walked past him, lightly patting
his shoulder—it didn't hurt.

Liu Jiading thought, "Oh no."

Sure enough, Zhu Shanshan became Fang Sijin's first target at the Jingyi branch.

Fang Sijin tapped on the partition between Zhu Shanshan and Liu Jiading, signaling Zhu Shanshan to stop. But the silly girl Zhu Shanshan
, used to her carefree ways, was still watching a makeup tutorial. She had just finished applying lipstick, smearing it on her upper and lower lips,
looking rather comical.

"Why are you sitting there?"

Zhu Shanshan glanced at her mirror. Her lipstick was applied evenly, and she
grinned as usual, saying sweetly, "I don't have any clients." She sounded rather righteous.

"If you don't have clients, go find them yourself. Go dig them up on the street. If you don't have any listings, search for apartments in the neighborhood.
Sitting in the shop like a guardian spirit every day, putting on makeup, do you think you're a lucky cat?" After Fang Sijin finished speaking, Liu Jiading secretly
put away the little lucky cat figurine on his table. Fang Sijin saw all this but didn't say anything.

"What's wrong with me wearing makeup? Everyone wants to look good. Besides, I told my aunt
that it's normal for some newcomers to not close a single deal in a year or two."

Fang Sijin snatched the hand-held item from Liu Jiading, clutching it tightly in her hand, her eyes fixed on Zhu Shanshan, making her feel
uneasy.

Fang Sijin continued, "I'll give you three more months. If your contribution to the store is still
zero, then don't waste your time here."

Zhu Shanshan was startled, thinking to herself that the store manager was serious, but she said incredulously, "Are you
going to fire me?"

"What do you think?" Fang Sijin exuded murderous intent, then put down the hand-held item.

At this moment, Wang Zijian, who had finished processing the order, respectfully handed Fang Sijin's credit card back to her. He had
n't expected the atmosphere to change so drastically, and still said apologetically, "Manager Fang, here's your card. I didn't know you
were a new manager. Actually, we could negotiate the rent down further. Otherwise, I'll pass on my commission.
" He glanced at Zhu Shanshan as he spoke. Taking advantage of Fang Sijin turning her head, Zhu Shanshan made a face at him.

"Let's keep it business as it is," Fang Sijin said coldly, colder than the air conditioning.

"Okay, then let me borrow your ID card for business purposes too. I'll go make a copy for you,"

Fang Sijin refused him directly. "No need, I'll do it myself."

"My strength can uproot mountains, my spirit can cover the world, but the times are against me, and my steed will not go." Just as he was enjoying the air conditioning inside the store,
opera singing came from outside. Old Xie had just finished showing a customer a room, and seeing his dejected look, he knew he'd wasted his gas money again.
"Hello, everyone. Another wasted trip today."

"And who is this?" Fang Sijin, who was cooling down the room, was a little confused. Could this old man be Xu Wenchang, the legendary young, wealthy
, and exceptionally capable salesman, especially skilled in old-style houses?

"This is Lao Xie, Xie Tingfeng. A veteran salesman, very skilled, hardworking, and with a great attitude."
Just as Wang Zijian was about to introduce himself, Liu Jiading preemptively explained,

"Skilled in your work, diligent, ha, why are you only arriving now? You're already an hour late."
Fang Sijin, with Wang Zijian behind her, walked over in sync. She even checked her watch to confirm the time.

"I was showing a client a house. Who is it, making such a fuss, are they here to check up on me?" Lao Xie joked
, trying to ease the awkwardness.

"Hello, I'm the new store manager sent from headquarters, my name is Fang Sijin." Fang Sijin put her hands in her pockets, and then
Wang Zijian stepped forward to explain.

"It's true, we've all seen the transfer order."

Xie Tingfeng was somewhat surprised to receive Wang Zijian's explanation. How could things have changed so much at the Jingyi store just because someone was an hour late
?

"What kind of client were you showing, and where were the houses?" Fang Sijin's cold words clearly indicated that she was determined to
be strictly businesslike.

"Oh dear, new store manager, my apologies. I'm getting old, my eyesight isn't what it used to be. Hehe, things'
gotten a bit messy, I need to go to the restroom, sorry, sorry." Once inside, Lao Xie quickly locked the door and
expertly dialed a number—Xu Wenchang's. "Something's happened, something terrible has happened. A woman's here, saying
she's the new store manager sent from above, she's checking up on things and giving her a lecture, you need to come back right now, immediately!"

While Lao Xie was in the restroom, Fang Sijin had already begun her managerial lecture. The store employees stood in a row,
all looking panicked and at a loss, only Wang Zijian seemed relatively normal.

"Do you know how much rent the company has to pay a year for this prime location? And
what about the employees, utilities, and property management? Do you know who's supporting you all? Your store's performance hasn't been good these past few months. Do
you know where the problem lies? Is it because you don't have enough listings, or because you haven't developed
the potential advantages of your existing unit types, or maybe you haven't grasped customer needs?" Fang Sijin said, her tone gentle but her smile
unwavering. "Xie Tingfeng, you're a veteran salesman, experienced and knowledgeable. Your colleagues say you're skilled and hardworking.
You should talk to them first."

Old Xie, usually glib and unserious, often considered himself a seasoned veteran, had to take the bait when the opportunity presented itself.
He put his hands on his hips, his expression somewhat slick, and said, "This old comrade has encountered a new problem. Coincidentally, I happen to have a
peculiar unit type on hand. Manager Fang, could you give me some pointers?" While Old Xie offered advice, he was actually setting a trap.

"Speak."

"Unit 1802, Building 18, Shuilinjian, commonly known as the 'Runway Apartment'." Old Xie, already prepared,
pulled out a floor plan from the table and handed it to Fang Sijin. Fang Sijin took it with both hands; this apartment was indeed quite peculiar.

"Oh dear, I've shown this apartment to many clients, but not a single one wants to buy it. My reputation is about
to be ruined by this apartment. Manager Fang, take a look, hehehe."

Old Xie had set the stage, while Wang Zijian urged Lou Shanguan to continue. Lou Shanguan was truly helpless under the pressure,
but Liu Jiading came to his rescue. "This 'Runway Apartment' has a very strange layout; it's a property commissioned by the developer. They say it
hasn't sold for over ten years."

Wang Zijian didn't expect Liu Jiading to be his accomplice. He touched his nose and chimed in, "How can this be sold
? Getting up to use the toilet at night requires going through several twists and turns. Who would buy it? Only a lunatic would buy it."

Zhu Shanshan and Liu Jiading exchanged a smile and lowered their heads.

"Of course."

"Why would there be a house designed like this?" Fang Sijin questioned.

"I happen to know this," 985 said, clasping his hands together as he explained to Fang Sijin, "This apartment
is a top-floor unit. Its neighbor is the developer. The developer bought both floors, turning it into a duplex
. So, the top floor is practically just their apartment. Originally, it was a one-bedroom,
one-living-room unit, but because they only use the garbage room, they converted it into a separate room. However, to get to this
room, you have to go through the elevator or the fire escape, which is very inconvenient."

Following 985's words, Lou Shanguan added, "The key is that this room has no windows, only
a small skylight in the roof."

"Manager Fang, you've come all the way from headquarters; you must be the savior of our Jingyi branch. With such a challenging
task, I think Manager Fang should set an example. If you can sell it within three months,
we'll have a lot more confidence. Otherwise, if the performance is poor, we can only blame bad luck."

"Yes, yes, yes."

"It won't take three months." Fang Sijin put down the blueprints and glanced at everyone's faces.

Lao Xie's forced smile completely collapsed. He tilted his head and asked with a smirk, "Manager Fang, so
confident?"

"There's no house I can't sell,"

Fang Sijin replied.

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