The police suspected that Li Yifan was worried that Yang Ke's case would implicate him, so he took his son abroad to avoid trouble. Anyway, they didn't believe it. It can also be said that Li Yifan dumped her. For this matter, she went to Tang Xin to find someone, and was ridiculed. , saying that she is a broom star.
Coincidentally, Zhu Suosuo also had this nickname because she harmed everyone around her, but Jiang Nansun knew very well that the reason why they both fell to this point was because of one person, the guy they gritted their teeth whenever they mentioned it ------ Zhang Anren.
I don't know what happened to him. In just one year, he went from a country bumpkin full of philistines to a villain who could drive Ye Jinyan to despair.
At this point, she no longer believed that Xie Jiayin was instigating everything that happened behind the scenes. As for the DY incident, she became more and more inclined to think that Xie Jiayin really wanted to give him a child, rather than the rich woman borrowing seeds as the outside world joked.
There is no big house on Fuxing Road, her high education has been wiped out by her criminal record, her rich aunt has become the wife of her enemy, and the CEO has abandoned her very realistically. Now she finally understands that Zhang Anren said he wanted her to experience the feeling of being helpless. The words about the life of a working girl in Shanghai who have no power and no background are not exaggerated.
But what if you know? She couldn't change what was happening in front of her. Not only could she not change it, but the situation continued to get worse.
Because of the harassment from creditors, the psychiatrist said that her mother was in danger of becoming depressed and ill. After Zhu Suosuo went in, Tang Xin took the opportunity to open Zhu Suosuo. Even if she didn't consider the debt problem, she needed all the money for rent, water and electricity bills, food and groceries... Come and earn.
But money... is really hard to earn.
I heard Zhu Suosuo talk about how she earned 30,000 to 40,000 yuan a month without doing much work when she was in sales under Yang Ke. She thought she could do it too. She worked hard to contact customers, communicated seriously, and improved her speaking skills. If you can't get 10,000 yuan, you can always get 20,000 yuan.
The fact is, let alone 20,000 yuan, she couldn't even get over the hurdle of 10,000 yuan. She got a basic salary in the first month of joining the company. This was better than when she was a designer in her senior brother's company, but she actually did supervisory work. I still want to hit people.
"Jiang Nansun, you have been coming to our Sifang for more than a month, right?"
"Yes, manager." Jiang Nansun folded his hands on his chest, looking like he was obediently listening to his leader's instructions.
The sales manager of Dajinlao, who was wearing a suit and leather shoes and deliberately showing his wrists, flipped through the performance reports on the table and tapped one of them with his finger: "I took a look at your sales data and asked someone to get to know you. situation, I would like to know if you have any concerns at work?"
The words were beautiful, but Jiang Nansun knew very well that the manager felt that she had not sold a single house in more than a month after joining the job.
"Manager, I will try my best."
"Just trying hard is useless." The manager said something that was hard for Jiang Nansun to accept: "Let's put it this way, all efforts that cannot sell the house are in vain. Don't think that I am direct, I don't want you to take detours."
Jiang Nansun said expressionlessly: "Yes, thank you manager, I will remember it."
"That's the expression." The manager sighed: "I've told you before, you have to smile and be lively. Of course, it can't be too much. You have to find a balance between enthusiasm and cheerfulness and calmness and professionalism. You want your customers to have the urge to communicate with you more, you know? To a certain extent, sales is a profession that depends on your appearance, but no matter how good-looking you are and if you put on a calm and calm expression every day, whether the customer is here to buy a house or not? I'm not here to chase you, so how could I take the initiative to find you? You have to be shameless, brave, and customer-centered, do you understand?"
Jiang Nansun pursed his lips: "Understood."
Yes, I only understand it with my mouth, but I don’t understand it in my heart, or I can’t accept the kind of rich people who drive over in Audis and BMWs and wear Cartier, Rolex, Vacheron Constantin and other famous watches. They all rush to get close to each other. Even the behavior of posing and flirting.
She tried to do this kind of thing, but she really couldn't do it. How could the recognized goddess of literature and art in the School of Architecture, the little princess who was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, take the initiative to lower her body like those kitsch women to cater to those who she didn't even care about? The upstarts and old haters who don’t have the upper hand.
"Think carefully about what I said and figure out what you want." The sales manager waved his hand at her: "Go to work."
Jiang Nansun nodded, turned and left the office, and came to the sales hall on the first floor.
At this moment, the girl named Fang Tingting, who is said to be from rural Gansu, was running in with four or five kinds of diapers in her left hand, carrying her high heels and a white plastic bag in her right hand, and walked to a pair of belts. He walked up to the parents of their children who could not yet run and asked them breathlessly which one they used. They also kept apologizing, saying that there was no large supermarket nearby and they could not buy the foreign brands they used before.
This girl came a week later than her, but she has already sold three houses. Based on a commission of 6% of a thousand, plus the basic salary, she can get more than 10,000 yuan a month.
Fang Tingting was very happy when she got the money. She said that this was the first time she had ever had such a thick wad of money.
It's only 10,000 yuan. In the old Jiang family, Jiang Nansun would have spent more than this amount on hair in a year.
At this moment, a middle-aged man with rough skin and low spirits walked in outside the door. He was wearing khaki shorts and a pair of Reebok sneakers. To be honest, he was quite poorly dressed. For example, an uncle who lives in the suburbs of Shanghai comes here to check out the real estate prices and plans to buy a house for his son to get married or something.
It is said that the locals are rich, but the ones who are disliked by the sales ladies the most are the locals, because the locals are generally calculating and very picky. They will talk for a long time for a small discount. Sometimes they will use this place to be close to the power plant. , chemical plant, it was a mass grave in the Qing Dynasty, or a company of people who died during the Songhu Battle came to lower the price. Whether you buy it or not is another matter, at least it can disgust a large number of foreigners who are planning to buy houses.
Although men are easier to deal with than women, other people in the sales office are not very interested. Jiang Nansun happened to be standing near the door, and her colleagues glanced at her, meaning this person is for you.
Unlike those people's thoughts, Jiang Nansun took a deep breath, squeezed out a steely smile on Dan Ruju's face, and walked over quickly.
"Sir, are you here to see the house? Can you tell me your needs? Or can I show you our property map first?"
Others focused on his outfit, but Jiang Nansun was different. Her focus was on that watch. Other salesmen didn't know that watch, but she did.
Glashütte MP series.
Because her dad had bought one before. It was relatively niche and looked ordinary. There was no conspicuous LOG, and there was no dial that wanted to expose the movement and gears. It seemed ordinary, but this series The price of watches is generally around four to five hundred thousand.
People who want to show off and show off will definitely not choose this kind of watch. Only low-key rich people will choose it.
"Okay." The middle-aged man looked around and followed Jiang Nansun to the sand table in the middle of the hall.
"Sir, please see, this is our sandbox map of Longting in Shanghai. All 8 buildings in the first phase have been sold out. The second phase of the project is currently open for sale. Buildings 9 and 11, which are mainly small units, are on sale. Building, Building 22, Building 23, a mixed-use apartment with three bedrooms and four bedrooms..."
Jiang Nansun explained the project features and real estate layout very fluently. He interacted with the middle-aged man from time to time and asked him what his requirements for the house were.
After talking for almost ten minutes, she saw that the middle-aged man was not very interested in the real estate, but he was... looking her over and over, nodding with satisfaction from time to time. This made her feel very uncomfortable, but she did not dare to get angry, so she could only be patient. Temper and embarrassment continue to explain.
A few more minutes passed, and the middle-aged man finally couldn't help but interrupt her to explain his understanding of House Type C: "Ms. Jiang."
"Mr. Weng?"
"I would like to ask, Miss Jiang, will you be honored this year?"
Jiang Nansun hesitated for a moment and said, "26 years old."
"A monkey?"
"right."
She didn't know why the other party was asking this question, because it had nothing to do with buying a house.
Mr. Weng said: "Are you short of money?"
Jiang Nansun's face changed: "You really know how to joke. How many people living in this world dare to say that they are not short of money?"
This is the truth. Who among ordinary people would think they have too much money?
Mr. Weng pointed to Building 11 and said, "I can buy a unit in this building."
Jiang Nansun's face changed drastically: "This is the first time she has seen such a 'rich' customer. To be honest, she doesn't really believe it and even thinks it is bragging."
"What? You don't believe it, do you?" Mr. Weng smiled slightly and took out a bank card: "There is one million in it, which can be used as a deposit for the house. It is the 'deposit' that will definitely be decided."
Deposit and deposit have the same pronunciation, but have completely different meanings. Especially for consumers, the deposit is non-refundable after it is paid, but the deposit is refundable. Those who dare to spend 1 million as a deposit to buy a property must have financial resources. Not taking it easy.
Another salesperson standing not far away didn't know the details of the conversation between the two, but when he saw the card the middle-aged man took out and heard the deliberately louder "1 million deposit", his expression changed and he moved forward. Moved.
Jiang Nansun noticed this situation and felt very uncomfortable. He couldn't understand it even more. When Zhu Suosuo talked about his sales experience, it seemed as if he was surrounded by noble people - the sales manager who took her personally; the rich man who decided to buy a house after drinking together. A second-generation customer; a colleague who protects her openly and covertly.
But when it comes to my place, everyone is eyeing the resources in each other's hands. Maybe they were chatting enthusiastically about popular TV series in the morning and sharing their views on the men in the series. In the evening, they might secretly add colleagues and clients to WeChat. I want to poach people.
What about team spirit, what about win-win cooperation? In this sales hall, everyone seems to be generous, but in fact they are extremely selfish. The starting point of all actions is money, and they only care about money.
"Mr. Weng, are you...sure you want to buy the entire unit?"
There are two units in one staircase, and the building is 22 stories high. One unit is 44 two-bedroom units. Calculated based on the average price of 50,000 per square meter, the total price is close to 200 million. If the sale is successfully completed, not counting bonuses, the single unit will be The result is more than 1 million.
The temptation of being able to pay off all her debts with just one business is not a big one for her now.
She was very excited and failed to control her volume. The saleswoman who deliberately moved forward had an "exaggerated" expression on her face.
"You heard it right, I plan to buy the entire unit building, but..." Mr. Weng changed his voice and slightly closed the card in his hand: "I can give you this list, but there is a prerequisite."
Jiang Nansun was stunned: "What are the prerequisites?"
Mr. Weng handed over a black business card and bank card at the same time: "Call me after work. If your answer satisfies me, I will tell you the password."
Jiang Nansun knew that there was no such thing as pie in the sky in this world. He took a deep breath, adjusted his emotions, and took the two cards: "Okay."
Mr. Weng said nothing more and turned around and walked outside.
She walked outside and watched the middle-aged man get into an Audi Q7, turn his face and smile at her, and drive away.
Jiang Nansun turned around and walked back. Before he entered the hall, he heard some colleagues talking.
"A unit building? Are you meeting a group of real estate speculators? It seems that the manager is right, house prices will continue to rise."
"Alas, Jiang Nansun is so lucky."
"I don't think it's possible. The people in the real estate speculator group are all as shrewd as monkeys. How can they get a million-dollar down payment in one go?"
"Did you notice Jiang Nansun's expression just now? It's a pity that we don't have good luck here. People think that customers have too many things to do."
"She thinks that man is old, right? For such a generous customer, as long as he gives me the order, there is nothing wrong with him!"
"You, don't talk about unreasonable desires, you can satisfy customers even if you don't just think about it."
"By the way...how can you say something like this on the Internet? For ten dollars, who do you think I am; for one hundred dollars, I am not the person you think I am; for one thousand dollars, I am your person tonight; for one thousand dollars, I am your person tonight. For ten thousand dollars, don’t treat me like a human being tonight; for one hundred thousand dollars, it doesn’t matter how many people come tonight; for one million dollars, it doesn’t matter whether I am a human being or not tonight.”
What followed was a burst of laughter from the whole room.
Jiang Nansun hesitated in front of the door, adjusted the buttons of his work clothes, and walked into the hall expressionlessly.
The female saleswomen who had gathered in front of the sand table to laugh just now stopped their discussion and dispersed in all directions, pretending that they still had work to deal with.
When Jiang Nansun returned home that night, he found that the house was dark. When he turned on the light in the room, he saw a mess. The stool on the balcony was overturned, the ashtray and the ginger brown sugar jar fell to the ground, and there were items left next to the open drawer. The file bag of the household registration book and her graduation certificate were included. The clothes hanger was leaning against the wall. Half of the sleeves of the Chanel dress Zhu Suosuo bought not long ago had been torn. It was swaying gently with the wind that slipped in from the window, and its shadow was like a ghost.
"Mother……"
She suddenly became anxious, threw her bag away, and ran into the house without having time to change her shoes. She turned her face and saw the figure sitting on the sofa, and hurriedly stepped forward to check.
"Mom, are you okay?"
PS: Let me take it easy. That’s it for today. I’ll update two more chapters tomorrow.
