165: Chapter 165 Blue Mountain Villa

A little past seven in the morning, Su Ye had just woken up when his phone started ringing. He picked it up and saw it was his dad calling. While brushing his teeth, he answered the phone, "Are you up yet?"

Su Ye gargled and replied, "Just got up."

Su Hong had assumed his son was still sleeping and was surprised to find him already awake. After a second of silence, he said, "That's good. I'm letting you know to come back early this afternoon. Go straight to Shu Xiang Ge. Your Fourth Uncle is leaving tomorrow, so he's treating the family to dinner tonight."

Su Ye was startled and spat out his mouthwash. "Leaving tomorrow? Didn't Fourth Uncle say he was staying at home for another week?"

Su Hong said helplessly, "There's no other way. Your Fourth Uncle received notice this morning that the organization has arrangements for him starting tomorrow. It's quite rushed, but your Fourth Uncle did say that he will be working in Sichuan Province from now on, so we'll still have time to get together. Once he's settled in, he'll invite us over."

Su Ye understood instantly. It seemed there was some issue with the leadership team in Sichuan Province, requiring an urgent change of command, which moved up the start date.

"Understood. I'll be back early this afternoon."

"Alright, that's all." Su Hong hung up the phone decisively.

Su Ye stared blankly at his phone, noting that his dad was still as swift and decisive as ever.

After greeting his godfather and godmother, Su Ye glanced at Xiao Yong, who was still fast asleep, and decided not to wake him. He then drove his second-hand Lavida toward the city center.

He drove toward the villa area in Chang City, stopping on the way at a noodle shop for a bowl of noodles, though the taste was just average.

At this time, more than twenty property consultants at the Lanshan Villa sales office were standing in three rows, listening to the leadership arrange work tasks.

Looking at the sales manager above, who was speaking passionately as if giving a speech, Li Qiuhong couldn't help but pout and whisper, "Pretentious."

Beside her, Zhou Xiaoai also lowered her head and complained, "Ever since they transferred a new director down from above, this jerk has been like this. I really don't know where he gets so much to say every day." As she spoke, she shifted her legs, which were clad in high heels and black silk stockings.

"It used to be fine; it would finish in ten minutes every day. Now, every time he speaks for at least half an hour. Last time, Sister Zhang actually fainted from standing."

Li Qiuhong took a quick look around and, realizing no one had noticed them, said, "What else could it be? He used to rely on buttering up General Manager Chen to get promoted. Now that General Manager Chen has been transferred back to headquarters to report on his work due to poor performance, and this new General Manager Fang doesn't know him, he has to try hard to show off and butter up the new boss. If he gets demoted, with his skills, he wouldn't be able to earn his current salary selling houses."

Zhou Xiaoai nodded and said, "Exactly. What kind of performance did he have before? If General Manager Chen hadn't given him a deal every few days, he probably wouldn't have made a few sales a month. But I heard that when General Manager Chen left, he didn't even go to see him off, nor did he offer to treat General Manager Chen to a meal."

Li Qiuhong looked shocked and whispered, "No way. In the last two years, the deals General Manager Chen gave him alone earned him two or three hundred thousand. Not to mention he was personally promoted by General Manager Chen. A person shouldn't be that heartless, right?"

Zhou Xiaoai rolled her eyes, "You know what kind of person that He guy is. Turning his back on people—isn't that his standard operating procedure?"

Li Qiuhong nodded. That was true.

"Li Qiuhong, Zhou Xiaoai! What are you two chatting about? Huh! Now is the time for a meeting, not a time for you to gossip. If you like chatting so much, you two can stand guard all morning today. You can chat to your hearts' content."

"Alright, that's it. Everyone else is dismissed. Go clean up or contact clients as needed."

The crowd dispersed. Li Qiuhong and Zhou Xiaoai looked at each other, their faces full of bitterness.

If this were back when the real estate industry was booming, people would have been fighting to stand at the front desk. Because the front desk was the first point of contact with clients, and back then, client intent was high—it was like standing there and picking up money. Plus, you wouldn't have to stand for long before a client came by, and then you could just go to the negotiation area to close the deal.

But now it's different. The real estate market is incredibly depressed. Even on holidays, there are very few clients, and most come through appointments. Today is a workday, so there are even fewer clients. Besides, this is the sales office for a villa area with high housing prices; there might not even be two walk-in groups a day. In this situation, standing at the front desk has become a miserable chore. Not to mention the two of them were wearing high heels; if they stood for the whole morning, they probably wouldn't be able to get out of bed tomorrow.

The key was that they didn't dare disobey. Although Lanshan Villa houses were hard to sell right now, the base salary was still quite high—five thousand. The commission for selling a villa was also high; any unit was over three million, and they could get a commission of five or six thousand. As long as they sold one unit a month, their salary would exceed ten thousand. Such a job wasn't easy to find.

In a flash, it was ten o'clock in the morning. At this moment, only Li Qiuhong was left miserably standing at the front desk. After standing for over an hour, she felt her legs were about to swell. As for Zhou Xiaoai, she was lucky; half an hour ago, a client she had invited arrived, but they left after sitting for twenty minutes. Now she was just chatting with them.

Pounding her thighs, Li Qiuhong looked at the time on her phone and wailed inwardly: Why is time so slow? Heaven, please grant me a client so I can rest for a while.

Just then, Li Qiuhong glanced toward the entrance inadvertently. An old black Lavida was slowly parking under the guidance of the security guard. Usually, Li Qiuhong wouldn't take such a client. After all, the housing prices at Lanshan Villa were set there; even the smallest villa was at least over three million. The target clientele, at the very least, would be driving cars worth over five hundred thousand.

But now, Li Qiuhong couldn't care about that. The person driving the Lavida was her savior. She made up her mind that even if he was just browsing, she had to keep him for over an hour to let her long legs get some rest.

"Xiao Wang, come help me stand here for a moment. A client is here." "Clack, clack, clack."

Li Qiuhong pulled a parasol printed with the logo from the umbrella stand nearby and walked out quickly.

Xiao Wang walked toward the front desk reluctantly, glanced at the old Lavida outside, and muttered to himself: She really takes any client; she must be desperate.

Li Qiuhong's face, which had been miserable just a moment ago, was now wearing a brilliant smile. She took the initiative to open the door of the Lavida and placed the parasol above it.

Unlike the middle-aged man Li Qiuhong had imagined, a handsome young man with a trendy layered haircut lifted his head. His outfit didn't have any logos, but one look was enough to tell it was made of high-quality fabric, truly deserving the word "exquisite."

Su Ye was replying to a message from Jiang Bai. After typing and sending it, he looked up and said with a smile, "Thank you."

His magnetic voice, combined with this heart-throb handsome face, made Li Qiuhong's legs involuntarily tense up slightly.