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, 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? Did you meet a group of real estate speculators? It seems that the manager is right, house prices will continue to rise."

"Oh, 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 the order is given to me, there is nothing wrong with her!"

"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 I say something like this on the Internet? Ten dollars, who do you think I am? One hundred dollars, I am not the person you think I am; one thousand dollars, I am your person tonight; one hundred 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 for a moment 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 household registration booklet and her graduation certificate were in the file bag. The clothes hanger was leaning against the wall. The Chanel dress that Zhu Suosuo bought not long ago had half of its sleeves 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 for a moment. That’s it for today. I will update two more chapters tomorrow.

Thanks to the Three Lights of the Stars, Burning Incense and Listening to the Rain for the reward of 1,500 starting coins, the black-faced uncle who had a difficult choice for the reward of 263 starting coins, Sheng Nankai, Maidong, and Qingfeng for their constant companionship, and the mild intermittent psychotic patient for the reward of 100 starting coins
Chapter completed!