200: Not working as a real estate agent? You're trying to pick me up, aren't you?

"Mr. Zhang, I'm ready."

Just then, Ding Weiwei, having changed clothes, walked out of the agency office.

She pulled the door shut behind her.

Zhang Yu noticed that Ding Weiwei had a canvas bag slung diagonally across her chest.

She was wearing a black pleated skirt and a pair of white running shoes.

She also wore a baseball cap, with her ponytail hanging down her back, making her look particularly youthful and vibrant.

Full of vitality.

"Mr. Zhang?"

Seeing Zhang Yu's gaze, Ding Weiwei waved her hand.

"Oh." Zhang Yu reacted, opening the car door. "That outfit looks quite nice on you."

"Really?"

Receiving such a compliment, Ding Weiwei's fair face immediately flushed red.

Her heart was also churning like rivers and seas.

Did such a handsome and wealthy Mr. Zhang just compliment me?

Ding Weiwei touched her cheek with the back of her hand and found her face was very hot.

"Buckle up, we're leaving."

Zhang Yu started the car.

In less than five minutes, the car arrived at the villa area.

After stopping the car at the entrance, Zhang Yu and Ding Weiwei walked toward the main gate.

"Oh, right, Mr. Zhang, here are the villa keys."

Ding Weiwei pulled a set of keys out of her bag.

"And, these are the related contract documents..."

"Open the door first. Keep holding those things; you can put them down when we get upstairs."

Zhang Yu instructed.

Ding Weiwei nodded subconsciously.

She opened the door and walked into the villa.

Zhang Yu noticed that this villa looked completely different from the last time he had seen it.

All the clutter had been cleared away, the dust had been swept, and everything was clean, tidy, and spotless.

The flowers, plants, and trees in the yard had also been pruned.

The villa's true appearance, now revealed, made one feel that it was indeed worth the price.

Moving here in the future would truly be a quiet and suitable place to live.

"Mr. Zhang, how about we go up and take another look?"

Ding Weiwei was somewhat expectant.

She felt like an elementary school student who had done a good deed and was waiting for the teacher's praise.

Zhang Yu nodded and went up to the second floor.

He saw that every bedroom was completely refurbished.

Much of the damage had been replaced and repaired.

Looking at the furniture and appliances, some of them appeared very new.

"Did you buy these appliances?"

Zhang Yu noticed two triple-drum washing machines in the laundry room. They cost over 4,000 yuan each.

They were brand new products, not even available on the market before.

These two washing machines alone cost 10,000 yuan.

"Mm..." Ding Weiwei nodded softly. "Mr. Zhang, you helped me so much, and I didn't know how to thank you, so..."

"So you spent tens of thousands buying appliances?" Zhang Yu couldn't help but laugh. "How much is your commission? You're so generous."

Hearing him say that, Ding Weiwei lowered her head even further.

"How about this?" Zhang Yu suddenly thought of something. "Stop working as a real estate agent."

"Huh?"

She was stunned.

His words continued: "This villa of mine needs someone to look after it regularly. Why don't you come and be the villa housekeeper? I'll pay you a salary."

Zhang Yu looked at Ding Weiwei. "Thirty thousand a month, how does that sound?"

She was young and meticulous in her work.

When Lu Hanxiao and Di Xiaoba move in to rest during their pregnancy, she can take care of their daily lives and diets.

Since they were similar in age, she could also chat with them and help relieve their boredom.

It was absolutely perfect.

Thirty thousand?

She couldn't believe what she was hearing.

That's 360,000 yuan a year! And the job is just managing the villa? Is money that easy to earn?

Her base salary at the agency store was only 3,000 yuan a month. She also had to scheme against colleagues and was sometimes harassed by the store manager.

As a result...

With a single sentence, Zhang Yu offered a salary ten times higher?

What a great philanthropist. She couldn't help but think.

"Mr. Zhang, you wouldn't happen to be trying to hit on me, would you?"

She asked cautiously.