C1 Jiang Xiaobai's Brain Disease
C1 Jiang Xiaobai's Brain Disease
"Who's there? Go and receive him."
A thirty-year-old man, who looked like a manager, clicked his WeChat in boredom and pointed at Jiang Xiaobai, who was sitting in the corner.
Jiang Xiaobai put down the work he was doing and answered modestly.
Although he still had work to do, for the sake of professional ethics, since there were guests, he had to receive them.
Jiang Xiaobai didn't walk forward as he took out his phone and pretended to look at the time while scanning the man in front of him. When he saw the middle-aged man's message on the phone, he was so shocked that he almost threw his phone onto the ground.
"Hello sir, how may I help you?"
He was rich!
Jiang Xiaobai immediately calmed himself down. Without thinking too much, he quickly walked in front of the middle-aged man. His tone was still neither servile nor overbearing.
"Let me see the house."
The man's face was quite ashen, and his clothes were dirty. It was as if he had just run out of the fire.
"Holy sh * t, is this guy crazy? He came to visit me at almost 9 o'clock?"
A salesperson muttered in a low voice.
Although they didn't have time to get off work in their line of work, it was usually close to 9 o'clock. But because this middle-aged man came in, he definitely had to delay getting off work.
"Not only that, Jiang Xiaobai is also sick."
Immediately, a young salesman echoed what he had just said, "Look at this poor guy, it's fine if he's dressed normally, but his face is so ashen that he looks like a tramp sleeping in a bridge.
"Even if this kind of migrant worker came to rent a house, he would only rent a three-hundred-four-hundred-one-month basement. Our house's starting price is one thousand, can he afford to rent it?"
"That's right, how could Jiang Xiaobai not have a good eye? If he had the same eyes as the shop manager, then his performance would not be the end of the line."
The person who spoke up earlier flattered the shop manager.
The shop manager glanced at Jiang Xiaobai, who was not far away, and sneered in disdain.
This migrant worker is so poor that he might even have to think about living in the basement for a long time. Just treat it as a reward for Jiang Xiaobai, who was at the end of the crane.
Jiang Xiaobai heard the discussions of his colleagues and sneered in his heart. You guys will regret this in a while...
However, he did not immediately reveal it. Instead, he patiently introduced it to the middle-aged man.
"We have a lot of housing here. It depends on whether you want to rent it for a short period or a long period. Also, we need to request lots and residential areas. You can present these details so that I can easily match you to the best room source. "
"There's no need to go through all that trouble."
The middle-aged man seemed very anxious. He waved his hand and quickly said, "I don't want to rent …"
The moment his voice fell, a few sales people who had gathered by the side immediately let out a disdainful sneer.
The meaning was obvious: The shop manager was truly wise. Peasants couldn't even afford to rent a basement.
The middle-aged man frowned as he looked at these people and said indifferently, "I'm here to buy a house."
Before they could react, the middle-aged man quickly said, "The location doesn't matter, the closer we get to the central city, the better." "I only have one other request, and that is to be able to stay here tonight!"
"Buy a house?"
Some of them couldn't help but laugh out loud, as if they had heard a great joke.
"Mr. Manager, I'm not dreaming, right? If a migrant worker wants to buy a house with a bag, he has to be near Central City?"
Central City was the district where the price of housing was the most expensive in the Silver Sea City. A square meter would cost over a hundred thousand yuan, and the prices of the houses in the vicinity of Central City were at least six digits in number.
This migrant worker actually wants to buy a house near the Central City, hehe …
This was not a migrant worker, this was a homeless person with an abnormal brain!
Such a thought appeared in almost everyone's mind, except Jiang Xiaobai.
Jiang Xiaobai didn't show any impatience or contempt on his face. He quickly called out the related room source information and placed it in front of the middle-aged man.
"About 800 meters away from Central City is XinRui Garden. The decorations and accessories are all complete, so we can move in tonight."
The middle-aged man glanced at it and the description was exactly the same as Jiang Xiaobai's.
Especially when he heard that there was a place to stay tonight, the middle-aged man nodded with satisfaction and looked at Jiang Xiaobai's work card: "Then let's do it here. Your name is Jiang Xiaobai? You're a good person, not like those low looking bastards. "
After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he expressionlessly glanced at the people who mocked him.
Jiang Xiaobai snickered, as if he didn't hear the middle-aged man's last words.
He stood up and asked, "If you need me, I can take you to the house now."
Jiang Xiaobai walked in front of the shop manager after getting his approval. For example, the key to the top luxury residential complex was kept by the shop manager, so Jiang Xiaobai wanted the key.
Manager Gou's surname is on the list.
When Jiang Xiaobai heard this name on his first day at work, he subconsciously called out, "Guodan". He didn't expect that when he was heard by Gou Dan who was walking by, he would immediately form a feud with him.
Until now, Gou Dan gave Jiang Xiaobai a lot of small shoes to wear.
Moreover, because of this middle-aged man's matter, he was even more unhappy. From the very beginning, he believed that the other party was a poor peasant labourer, so he gave this kind of hard work to Jiang Xiaobai.
Now that the migrant worker was so arrogant that he called them dogs, he could not tolerate it any more.
"Jiang Xiaobai, the company says that interns are not allowed to pick up a deal with a total price of over 6 million. I can't give you the key.
What's more, you believe what others say. Are you a pig brain? Rich people coming to buy houses at this point? "
It was obvious that Gou Dan didn't believe that the middle-aged man was rich at all.
"That's right, your brain must have been kicked by a donkey right?" How much can this migrant worker afford to buy a house? "
Because everyone had heard the middle-aged man say that he was underestimating others, these people were extremely displeased.
"Mr. Manager, although I am an intern, this list was given to me by you, so I should be in charge of it. "Besides, whether or not this deal can be made, the right to look after the house is also a customer's right."
Jiang Xiaobai argued.
"Are you stupid? The shop manager kindly reminded you, are you sure you don't take it seriously? "
"No wonder Yueyue's crane tail hasn't been turned back in three to four months. She really has no brains at all …"
Everyone pointed their fingers at Jiang Xiaobai and started to mock him.
"Humph!"
The scene immediately became noisy, the middle-aged man coldly snorted, took out a black card from his tattered shirt pocket, and threw it on the table with a "pa" sound.
"Within half an hour, I can't find a satisfactory room. I will file a complaint against this store!"
Being complained about was never new in the sales industry. Just as he was about to roll his eyes in disdain, he realized that it had landed on that black card.
When he wasn't the only one. When the other salespeople saw this card, the noise suddenly stopped. The air seemed to have frozen over.