Chapter 66 is not easy.

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In the blink of an eye, Cheng Jia has been working at Fuhua Garden for half a month.

The sales team has an office at the back of the showroom, with landline phones in each cubicle. Cheng Jia's job is to contact eighty clients every day.

However, the client resources that newcomers get are not very good.

In the past two weeks, Cheng Jia has had fewer than thirty potential clients.

Only six people were able to schedule an appointment to view the property in person at the sales office.

Two of the six are real estate speculators, and one is someone who wants to exchange their old house for another, but can't get the money because their old house hasn't been sold yet; they're just looking around first.

The remaining two clients seem to think the house price is too high and want to wait and see until next year.

Once Cheng Jia actually started working in real estate sales, he realized how difficult the industry was. He encountered all sorts of strange clients, but none of them were quick to buy a house.

Customers always have a variety of reasons for not signing the purchase contract.

They kept arguing about the price and being picky about the apartment layout.

Cheng Jia's two weeks of work went to waste; she spent every day turning herself into a dialing robot, constantly making calls: "Hello, Fuhua Garden Sales Center—"

"Beep beep..." The other end hung up.

Cheng Jia then dialed the next number: "Hello, this is the Fuhua Garden sales center. I'm your real estate consultant—"

"Go to hell! I filled in a number three years ago during renovations and you're still calling me now? Are all the people in Jin Gang dead? Are you only harassing me?" the man on the other end cursed at Cheng Jia.

"Beep beep beep..."

The call was disconnected again.

"......"

The entire morning was spent repeating this ineffective dialogue.

The sales office doesn't provide food or lodging, so Cheng Jia had lunch at a nearby dumpling restaurant with the manager, Liu Huasheng. The dumplings were filled with shiitake mushrooms and pork.

Two steaming hot servings of dumplings were served.

Liu Huasheng poured vinegar into the dish and asked Cheng Jia, "How was the morning?"

"I haven't found any potential clients," Cheng Jia said truthfully, her tone dejected. "I've gotten a lot of scolding, though, and most of them just hung up on me."

Liu Huasheng smiled and said, "That's how our business is! We might not make a sale for three years, but when we do, we can live off it for three years. The economy isn't good right now, and houses aren't selling very well. Let's take it slow."

"You've only been here for half a month and you've already had six people come to see the house. Your sales skills are pretty good. That Xiao Chen has been here for more than two months and has only managed to get seven or eight clients in total. He hasn't closed a deal yet."

Two months of work for nothing?

Cheng Jiaxin felt a chill run down her spine.

"Brother Liu, I'm afraid things will continue like this..." Cheng Jia was eager to make money.

But this kind of thing requires luck.

Manager Liu spoke frankly: "The main problem is that the Fuhua Garden area has been completed for two years, and it's not as easy to sell as new developments. Many people in the surrounding area are waiting for prices to drop. Some people who wanted to buy paid deposits before the buildings were even completed, understand?"

"......"

Whether I understand it or not, I've been working for half a month now.

Real estate sales are not as easy as Cheng Jia imagined.

Cheng Jia pondered helplessly, if he could only get the base salary after finishing this month's work.

He'll have to find a new job again.

If selling houses doesn't work, try selling cars. Would selling cars be easier?

Alas, the future looks bleak.

After eating dumplings, I went back to the sales office in the afternoon to continue making phone calls.

It's around 3 o'clock.

The glass door to the office was pushed open!

Liu Huasheng rushed into Cheng Jia's workstation, patted Cheng Jia on the shoulder: "There are several cars outside, all nice cars. They said they want to buy a house and that they know you..."

"!" Cheng Jia put down the landline.

He was about to get up and go out to greet them when he suddenly stopped and turned to ask the manager, "Is it a black Audi?"

"Yes, you know who it is, right?" Liu Huasheng's tone was much more polite than usual, because he didn't expect Cheng Jia to have such connections.

This kid has impressed him.

A regular customer of the bar?

That's what Liu Huasheng guessed.

Cheng Jia's expression, however, was not as happy as Liu Jingli's.

His expression was a little stiff, and he hesitated before stepping back to his workstation.

"Brother Liu, you go ahead, I... just tell him I don't want to go, and that he wants to buy a house, so you can introduce him to someone."

Let's count the days.

He hadn't seen Shi Qingci for more than half a month.

Didn't we agree not to bother each other anymore?

Why are you here again?

How did Shi Qingci know he worked here?

Oh, they're all in Jingang City. You can find out by asking around.

Cheng Jia's WeChat Moments also featured advertisements for the sale of the building.

Damn it, he didn't delete Shi Qingci's WeChat account; he forgot to delete it.

The two never exchanged WeChat messages.

Cheng Jia stood with her head down, her gaze hesitant as she looked at the transparent water glass.

Shi Qingci will definitely buy the house if he comes to see it.

This commission...

To earn or not to earn.

"!" Liu Huasheng almost doubted his ears. "Xiao Cheng, are you crazy? I said someone outside is looking for you, and they're obviously big clients. They're looking to buy a house from you!"

Cheng Jia, however, told him to handle the reception.

Why wouldn't you take the money that's already in your hands?

He was the only one who thought Cheng Jia was a good guy; if it were anyone else, Lao Liu would never have been so lenient.

Manager Liu advised Cheng Jia: "Don't act crazy right now. Hurry up and go greet them. I'll go prepare the materials for you. I'll stand at the bar and do my best to assist you."

"I'm not going," Cheng Jia said, still unwilling to go even after being pushed twice. "Brother Liu, you go. I'll give you this performance record, I'll give it to you. As long as he buys a house, it will count as your performance record. Please help me out."

Manager Liu Huasheng: "?"

"Xiao Cheng, I just realized today that there's something wrong with your head!"

After saying that, Old Liu quickly walked out.

Cheng Jia decided not to go.

He couldn't keep his major clients waiting.

Liu Huasheng stood at the door and shouted, "Xiao Cheng! I'm not giving you a share of the sales revenue. I told you beforehand that this doesn't count as me poaching you. I'm going to greet you!"

This is for everyone to hear.

To avoid being accused behind his back of poaching clients from new hires.

"......"

"......"

Intern Xiao Chen and Cheng Jia are sitting at the same table.

Xiao Chen: "Cheng Jia, Lao Liu isn't giving you a share of the commission, even though he's your customer."

"I know." Cheng Jia stood up, picked up her water glass, lowered her eyes, swallowed two mouthfuls of warm water, turned her head to look at the corridor outside, her eyes full of hesitation, her heart pounding.

Was the Shiqing porcelain made on purpose?

He deliberately came to buy a house, knowing that he hadn't made a sale after being here for so long.

So I used this to test him.

Is this the latest form of humiliation?

He told Shi Qingci when he resigned from Jinhe:

I don't want to have to serve others because of work anymore.

But--

For any salesperson.

The allure of being able to close a deal is indescribable.

"Damn it, I hope they actually buy it!" Cheng Jia threw down his water glass and ran outside.

In the end, I couldn't resist the temptation.

So what if it's embarrassing? Let him close the deal.

After being verbally abused for half a month on the phone, feeling utterly defeated by all the wasted effort, Cheng Jia wanted nothing more than to sell a house to prove herself.

Who cares who buys it?

Buy it now!

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"Brother Liu!" Cheng Jia grabbed Manager Liu near the front desk's information rack.

Liu Huasheng glanced at Cheng Jia: "What are you doing? Have you figured it out?"

"Hahaha," Cheng Jia chuckled dryly, "I'm sorry, I'll go by myself. I thought about it and realized that since they came to see me, it wouldn't be appropriate for you to come."

Liu Huasheng's mood was like a rollercoaster. He angrily punched Cheng Jia on the shoulder: "You better calm down and go quickly. Here are the documents."

"Thank you, Brother Liu. I'll treat you to dinner this weekend if you can sign the contract."

Cheng Jia took a deep breath while holding the documents.

He turned and walked towards the lobby.

"......"

In the exhibition hall, by the white leather sofa, Shi Qingci was wearing a dark purple casual baseball uniform and drinking an iced Americano that Tonyin had bought for him.

He possessed a noble air and had a fair and handsome face.

June is almost here, and Jin Gang is about to welcome the height of summer.

"Mr. Shi, good afternoon. I am your real estate consultant, Cheng Jia. Welcome to the Fuhua Garden sales center. Welcome."

Cheng Jia was dressed in a white shirt and gray vest, carrying a thick stack of color-printed documents.

He walked to the sofa, smiled slightly, and bowed towards it.

Professional ethics are still necessary.

The pressures of life forced Cheng Jia to serve Mr. Shi time and time again.

Actually, he's used to it.

It's a service.

"......"