87: Solve the problem

“Oh! And then what?”

Unexpectedly, Shen Xi showed no reaction to the saleswoman's provocation.

Even the saleswoman was taken aback.

“Is there something wrong with your ears? Didn’t you hear what I said? You’ve offended a big shot you can’t afford to provoke, do you understand?”

The saleswoman emphasized again, unwilling to give up.

Ever since Zhao Delong tore up Shen Xi’s contract last night, she had been looking forward to this scene today.

In her opinion, Shen Xi, upon learning his contract was torn up, would surely be furious, perhaps even enraged out of humiliation.

At that point, if she provoked him a bit more, he might even lose his composure completely.

But to her surprise, Shen Xi was incredibly calm.

Could it be that he didn’t understand the current situation?

No!

This guy wasn’t an idiot; how could he not see that he was being targeted?

If that was the case, his calmness must mean something.

Thinking this, the saleswoman’s eyes lit up, as if she finally understood what was going on.

It must be that Shen Xi knew he had offended a big shot, someone he couldn't possibly provoke, so even though his contract was torn up, he could only swallow his anger and pretend not to care.

The more the saleswoman thought about it, the more she felt her guess was correct.

Only this could explain Shen Xi’s reaction at this moment.

“Hahaha, it seems you also know you can’t afford to offend them, so you can only endure it, right? Tsk tsk tsk, how pitiful. You want to buy a house, but with just one word from them, you have no place to stand in the Inner City.”

The more the saleswoman spoke, the more smug she became, wishing she could point at Shen Xi’s nose and curse him out.

Last night’s grudge was finally avenged.

Facing the saleswoman’s repeated provocations, Shen Xi finally frowned.

“Idiot!”

“You, you called me an idiot?”

The saleswoman could hardly believe her ears.

“Besides you, is there any other idiot here?”

“Even if I can’t buy a house here, I still have five billion. And you? Do you have five hundred thousand in total assets?”

“Also, why do you think I can’t buy a house?”

Every word was a jab to her heart.

Especially that line, “Do you have five hundred thousand in total assets?”

It made the saleswoman’s teeth itch with hatred.

She… she really didn’t.

Although the saleswoman was the top seller, it was important to know that her best month only sold three or four houses.

After all, their development was one of those that was neither top-tier nor bottom-tier, just average.

Lower-end developments, located on the outskirts of the Inner City, were the cheapest houses Outer City residents could buy in the Inner City, naturally attracting countless people scrambling to buy them.

As for high-end ones, costing tens of billions, hundreds of billions, or even trillions, these were favored by the wealthy and powerful nobles of the Inner City, and they never lacked clients.

It was their type, neither high nor low, that was the most awkward.

If it was for the sake of moving into the Inner City and having a place of refuge, people often prioritized houses in remote, out-of-the-way corners of the Inner City, which offered better value for money.

If they were rich, they preferred high-end developments.

Because of this, the saleswoman, despite being the top seller, didn’t have particularly outstanding performance.

Moreover, she only sold ordinary houses in the development, and her commission was only one-thousandth. A house worth several hundred million, one-thousandth of that was only a few million.

A few million sounds like a lot, but don’t forget, the saleswoman lived in the Inner City, had to pay head taxes, and also had to give gifts to potential clients to ensure more sales. Coupled with daily expenses, her spending was actually not small.

She really didn’t have five hundred thousand in savings.

Of course, this was also the common situation for ordinary residents in the Inner City; they earned quite a bit, but their expenses were equally huge. Otherwise, why would people often be expelled from the Inner City? It was precisely because they couldn't make ends meet and couldn't afford various fees.

“Hmph! No matter what you say, it’s already decided that you can’t buy a house. What good is all your money? The beast tide is about to break out, so you can take all that money with you to Hell!”

The saleswoman didn't hesitate to utter harsh words.

False words don't hurt people; only the truth is a sharp blade.

Having her current situation exposed by Shen Xi, she hated him even more.

“You’re wrong again. I will definitely be able to buy a house.”

Shen Xi smiled coldly.

He didn't know where the other party got her confidence to assert that he couldn't buy a house.

“Haha, that big shot last night dared to tear up your contract, so his background must be extraordinary. If he doesn’t want you to buy a house, you’ll never be able to buy one in this lifetime. He even said that even if he didn’t tear up the contract, you’d still have no place to live.”

Mentioning Zhao Delong, the saleswoman clutched at him like a drowning person, her confidence bolstered.

“If you can’t solve the problem, then solve the person who created the problem. Since he won’t let me buy a house, then he doesn’t need to be alive.”

Shen Xi smiled faintly.

An invisible killing intent enveloped the surroundings.

It was clearly a bright, sunny day, but the saleswoman felt a chill down her spine, and goosebumps wouldn’t stop appearing all over her body.

He, he wanted to lay hands on that big shot?

Was he crazy?

A guy who didn't even have a house in the Inner City wanted to attack a big shot who dared to tear up a housing contract in broad daylight?

The status gap between the two was as vast as the heavens and earth!

“Is that you, who wants to lay hands on me?”

Just then, a figure appeared outside the door.

The figure was none other than Zhao Delong.

After leaving the sales office last night, Zhao Delong gave up searching for Shen Xi.

He knew that Shen Xi had just signed a housing contract and would surely come back today to report.

He didn't need to go look for him; he only needed to send someone to keep an eye on the sales office.

And things happened just as he expected. Shen Xi did come, and he brought a whole group of people with him.

Upon receiving his subordinate's report, Zhao Delong rushed over immediately, just in time to hear Shen Xi talking about dealing with him.

“Sir, you’ve arrived. This is the person who wanted to buy a house last night.”

Seeing Zhao Delong, the saleswoman mustered her courage again.

She quickly went to his side and spoke.

“Hmm! I know!”

Zhao Delong nodded, his gaze falling on Shen Xi.

Then, his pupils constricted.

It was indeed him!

Shen Xi!

The bastard who had an inseparable connection to his son’s death.

Zhao Delong was Zhao Minsheng’s Senator father.

After seeing Shen Xi’s name on the housing contract last night, he became suspicious.

After all, he had investigated; Zhao Minsheng had gone to find trouble with Shen Xi, and then inexplicably disappeared, leaving only a pool of blood on the ground.