"Okay, son-in-law, comfort Xiaohui!"

Ye Zhou knew he was in the wrong.

Without saying anything more, he returned to Zhang Xian.

"Mr. Zhang, the work is done. It's this job..."

Ye Zhou hesitated to speak.

Jiang Juan, with a half-red face, muttered: "We are so old, where can we find a job?"

Niu Huaqiang suggested, "That's perfect. I heard from Yao Peijun that the building is short of two cleaners."

"Cleaning staff, isn't that just sweeping the garbage?"

Jiang Juan was a little reluctant.

This is so embarrassing.

"Don't want to do it?"

Zhang Xian asked, "You have no source of income, so how can I believe you can pay it back?"

Ye Zhou grabbed Jiang Juan.

He made up his mind and said through gritted teeth, "Okay, let's do it."

Zhang Xian was not surprised at all.

They have no other choice.

"That's good that you agree. I'll ask Yao Peijun to prepare the contract later. Just wait."

"Yao Peijun? Who is that?"

"He's the property manager of the Imperial Building."

“I’ll go…”

This property manager is very different from other property managers in the community.

He manages the entire building and is second only to the boss!

Look at the size and location of this building!

At least tens of billions!

He's obviously a big shot!

But the problem came. Ye Zhou asked weakly: "You...does what you said count? That's the property manager!"

Zhang Xian smiled faintly: "This building is mine, so my words should count."

"Oh... huh?"

Ye Zhou widened his eyes.

I suspect I heard it wrong.

Looking at Zhang Xian in disbelief.

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire banquet hall immediately fell silent!