Shenhao System: I am serious about spending money

On the other hand, when Zhao Xiaoya heard An Jing say that she wanted to wait a moment, she instinctively felt that her master must have been right, and this must be her way of delaying.

I know that I am not so lucky. How can there be so many rich people in rags in the world? Even if there are, I am not lucky enough to meet them.

Oh, forget it, I’ll just treat it as practicing my speaking skills!

But this time I will definitely have my salary deducted when I go back. Zhao Xiaoya sighed and was hesitating about how to tell An Jing that she was leaving when she heard that she seemed to be arguing with someone.

Zhao Xiaoya was just curious at first, but then she became more and more shocked the more she listened. What was this little girl talking about?

What do you mean it’s just 50 million?

Didn’t she say it was only one million?

No, it seems that she is not really talking about game coins?

Zhao Xiaoya was stunned, thinking that she must have met a psychopath!

How could I really believe that she had a million?

Just when she wanted to cry but had no tears, An Jing finished transferring the money and took a look at her balance. She felt so happy that she waved to Zhao Xiaoya, "Come here."

Zhao Xiaoya no longer had any illusions about her. It was her good professional ethics that supported her as she walked over, but there was no smile on her face.

An Jing didn't care at this time: "How much do you think this house will cost?"

Zhao Xiaoya's forehead twitched and she felt crazy!

Which mental hospital did this person come from? You really can’t use game coins to buy a house!

"The market has been bad in the past two years. The housing prices here seem to be around 20,000 per square meter." Zhao Xiaoya hesitated, and said tactfully, "Little sister, didn't you just say that you only have one million? You can't buy a house here."

"Yeah!" An Jing raised her phone proudly. "It wasn't enough just now, but it should be enough now. If it's 20,000 per square meter, then this place should be worth more than 4 million, right?"

Then wouldn't there be some left?

Let’s not talk about the fact that four million is definitely not enough for this house. Who can earn millions in such a short time? Who do you think you are?

Zhao Xiaoya was a typical punching bag. She was angry but dared not speak out. She could only say in a roundabout way: "The landlord didn't say he wanted to sell this house. How about looking at other options?"

An Jing didn't want to go through all that trouble anymore: "Why don't you call the landlord and ask? As long as it's not more than six million, we can sign the contract right away."

Zhao Xiaoya wanted to cry. If she called the landlord and found out he was a psychopath, she would definitely be fired when she returned home!

An Jing saw that she had a sad face and thought that she had encountered some difficulties. Could it be because of the phone call just now?

It’s a pity that she doesn’t meet the mission requirements and I can’t help her.

Since she had been serving him well along the way, An Jing didn't mind her neglect at this time and simply said, "Well, give me the phone number and I'll talk to the landlord myself."

Zhao Xiaoya was stunned and took out her cell phone hesitantly. Is this serious?

Two minutes later, Zhao Xiaoya took her phone, still in a daze.

Sister, have you really agreed with the landlord that you want to buy the house?

She looked at An Jing, who was lying on the sofa with a comfortable look on her face, and said in disbelief: "Sister, do you know what you are doing?"

An Jing thought her expression was so strange, and frowned and asked, "Don't you know what you are doing?"

What kind of bullshit literature is this?

"This is five million yuan!" She wanted to make it clear that this is not five million game coins or five million Zimbabweans!

An Jing looked calm: "Yeah, it's quite cheap, right?"

Zhao Xiaoya: "Uh..."

An Jing recalled all the knowledge she had about buying a house and urged, "Hurry up and prepare the contract! I've already talked to the landlord. By the way, can your agency be responsible for the transfer procedures?"

Zhao Xiaoya nodded mechanically like a brainless puppet.

*

Real estate agency stores around the world.

After two o'clock in the afternoon, the shop assistants started to work one after another. Some made phone calls, some went out to bring customers, but Qian Guowei, as the store manager, did not need to do these.

His daily work is to do some spreadsheets, train some apprentices, grab some clients, and then play some games.

He had just started a game when a call reminder popped up on his phone.

Zhao Xiaoya?

I definitely can’t make it back in time, so there’s no way I can beg for mercy!

If I don't teach her a lesson, she will be regarded as a nobody by her master.

Qian Guowei sneered and hung up the phone. The game had just finished loading and entered the game interface. He had just controlled the character to take two steps forward when the phone rang again.

It’s still Zhao Xiaoya!

Is it over?

Qian Guowei was furious and answered the phone impatiently: "Hello, what do you want to do?"

"Master..." Zhao Xiaoya's cautious voice came out from the microphone.

Although Qian Guowei was angry, he still felt very happy in his heart: "I told you that you don't need to bring this client with you, come back quickly, but you didn't believe me. Now it's useless to say anything! If you can't come back in ten minutes, you will definitely be counted as absent from work!"

"No... Master, can you help me deliver the house purchase contract?"

Qian Guowei's movements froze, and the game character flashed on the spot: "...What?"

Twenty minutes later, Xingrui International Community.

Qian Guowei was sweating profusely after running. He stood in the elevator and used several pieces of paper to wipe his makeup before he could barely put it in place. At the same time, his heart was so excited that it almost jumped out.

According to the company's agency regulations, if you buy a house through them, both the buyer and the seller need to pay a 1% agency fee. This house is worth at least five million yuan. It is the best house he has at the moment, and he never thought he could sell it.

This is a 10 yuan agency fee. According to the company's salary standards, he can get a commission of 5 yuan this time. Even if he gives a few thousand yuan to Zhao Xiaoya, he will still make a fortune!

As for Zhao Xiaoya, she hasn't even finished her apprenticeship yet, so of course he, as her master, has to sign the contract!

Qian Guowei felt that what he was holding in his hand was not a contract but a large stack of money. He was both nervous and excited. He stood at the door and took two deep breaths before knocking on the door and going in.

The landlord was a middle-aged man, and he was a little surprised when he saw that the buyer of the house was a young girl.

"Little sister, are you buying this for your family?"

An Jing shook her head, still half lying on the sofa, and seemed to have no intention of getting up: "No, I live alone."

The landlord had seen a lot of things, so he didn't make random guesses like Zhao Xiaoya did. Instead, he asked directly, "We just agreed on five million. Is this price okay?"

An Jing nodded: "Yes, you can pay anytime."

"Are you paying in full or taking out a mortgage?" the landlord asked.

An Jing had no idea about mortgage, so she asked the system again: "What is mortgage?"

“It means loan installment payment.”

An Jing thought about it and felt unhappy: "Why do the things in my mind feel incomplete!"

System: "What you don't need, you don't have the corresponding memory."

"..." Well, I'll just find ways to prevent her from messing around with money.

After understanding what she meant, An Jing sighed and replied, "Hey, full payment."

She would like to take out a loan, preferably one for dozens or hundreds of years, then she wouldn't have to pay it back, how great!

Landlord: “???” What does this mean?

An Jing wanted to find something to blame when she was unhappy: "Why hasn't the contract come yet? Did you ask for it?"

Zhao Xiaoya was confused, and at this moment Qian Guowei pushed the door open and said loudly: "Sorry, I didn't get a taxi, so I'm a little late!"