The salesman glanced at Jin Buhuan with a look of disdain on his face, as if he thought he was a poor boy with no money. He lowered his head and fiddled with his nails, and said in a cold tone: "I'm sorry, we don't have any properties to show. Please come back."
Jin Buhuan couldn't help but was stunned and asked doubtfully: "How come you are so sure that there is no suitable building? I haven't told you the specific requirements yet."
"Already sold out." The salesperson responded calmly.
Sold out? Is it a cover plate? When Jin Buhuan checked Anju Shell yesterday, he saw that this property had just been put on sale. How could it be sold out?
Jin Buhuan asked again: "Can you verify it for me again? I don't believe it was sold out so quickly. Is there something wrong?"
"Oh, I said no more, why are you still so insistent?!" The salesperson pushed Jin Buhuan's hand away violently, waving the clipboard in his hand in the air.
Jin Buhuan's mood suddenly became unhappy and he was about to get angry. At this time, a middle-aged man wearing a designer suit came over. He put his hands behind his back, walked up to the salesperson with a haughty air, and said coldly: "I want to buy a house."
Jin Buhuan curled his lips when he heard this, and said deliberately: "I just asked, and there is no more..."
The salesman suddenly pushed Jin Buhuan away, interrupted his speech, and then approached the man enthusiastically and asked with a smile on his face: "Mr. Gong, your presence here really makes me shine."
"I have said before that I hope you can come when the property goes on sale. Now that I see you actually coming, I feel very honored. I didn't expect that you would really come here."
Mr. Gong was stunned and looked at Jin Buhuan: "Did he just say... that there is no room left?"
The salesman glared at Jin Buhuan, then turned to Mr. Gong and smiled flatteringly: "Yes, we have houses with various house types. You don't have to listen to his nonsense. You can choose slowly."
The salesperson said, and then opened the brochure in his hand. He suggested that Mr. Gong and Mr. Gong sit down together in the sofa area, and slowly introduce it to him in detail.
Looking at the salesman's ever-changing expression, Jin Buhuan suddenly realized that she was treating him differently. It's probably because I didn't dress up deliberately today and wore the clothes I bought at a street stall before.
Jin Buhuan was very angry. He thought it was unfair to judge only by appearance. He stepped forward, grabbed the salesman's wrist, and pulled her back to him.
The salesman shouted sharply.
"As a salesperson, how can you treat me differently? You just told me clearly that I don't have a house anymore. What do you mean now!"
The salesperson stepped on high heels and managed to keep his figure steady in front of Jin Buhuan. However, he was questioned by him, a seemingly ordinary poor boy. He couldn't help but get very annoyed and raised his finger to point at him: "Who do you think you are?! This is not you here. The stage where dreams come true!”
"Look at what you look like. A person who can't afford brand-name clothes may be embarrassed to come to our high-end real estate to view properties. We are in a high-end villa area, and most of them are high-end properties."
"Do you know how many years of hard work it takes to buy a house here? Even if I give you twenty years, you can't afford it. Look at how poor you are, and you still dare to question me? I'm too lazy to talk to you!"
"You really have no self-awareness. I'm already giving you a lot of face by not driving you away. Why are you still so ignorant of the world?"
Jin Buhuan's face turned gloomy, and he said with dissatisfaction in his tone, "Who is so ignorant of the world?"
The salesman sneered, crossed his arms on his chest, and raised his head slightly: "Humph, are you still angry? I finally understand. Not only are you penniless, but you also have resentment against rich people. So, you You came here deliberately to cause trouble. Just wait for me, and I’ll call our security guards to kick you out right now!”
Not to be outdone, Jin Buhuan responded: "You are the one who should leave. As a salesperson, you have not completed your task."
"Even if your supervisor doesn't explicitly tell you to judge whether to serve customers based on their appearance, you should understand that you have a responsibility to provide service to every customer who comes here."
The salesman glared at Jin Buhuan: "It's not my turn for you, a loser, to teach me a lesson."
"Say it again, who do you think is a waste?"
"You look like you're covered in rags, you're just a loser, trash!"