Yang Qingheng turned around, recognized the person in front of her, and raised an eyebrow: "Who are you?"
I overheard some people talking about it earlier and suspected it was just a coincidence of names, but now it seems it really is the same person.
Sure enough, these words struck a nerve with Li Jiaoyan, who retorted with slight annoyance, "Yang Qingheng, what's with your haughty attitude? Are you pretending not to know me?"
Yang Qingheng found it somewhat amusing to see her yelling in anger. She deliberately leaned closer and looked her up and down carefully for a few moments, then casually said, "Oh, it's Comrade Li."
That bitch is always so sharp-tongued.
That arrogant demeanor almost made Li Jiaoyan furious.
His eyes darted around as he looked at her dressed in the most plain of clothes, and a feeling of immense superiority welled up inside him.
So what if she stole Song Hengjue back then? In the end, she still became a pitiful creature who was abandoned by others.
What right does someone from the lower class have to be arrogant in front of her?
He deliberately touched the bag on his back with one hand, raised his chin, and said generously, "You're really lucky to have met me today. Since we've known each other before, which apartment are you interested in? I'll give you a discount."
Yang Qingheng's gaze lingered on Li Jiaoyan's bag for a second, feigning surprise: "Discount? You're just a sales clerk, what kind of discount can you give me?"
These words were an insult to Li Jiaoyan, and her expression changed slightly.
The saleswoman next to her could tell from the way she stuck out her butt that she was about to fart or poop, and quickly chimed in, "Miss Yang, you're judging people by their appearance. Our Comrade Jiaoyan knows the developers here. They're on a completely different level from us. Whatever they promise you, they'll definitely deliver."
"Oh, that's amazing!" Yang Qingheng exclaimed in surprise, slapping her thigh excitedly and grabbing Li Jiaoyan's hand. "Jiaoyan, I knew you were a capable person. How do you think this discount will be calculated?"
Seeing Yang Qingheng's humble posture, Li Jiaoyan's vanity reached its peak. She waved her hand and said, "A little bit of money is like a stone on the ground in my boyfriend's eyes. The market price is 200 yuan per square meter. If you can buy 200 square meters, I'll calculate it for you at 180 yuan per square meter."
She was a little carried away by the praise, but she wasn't stupid. She said that on purpose to humiliate Yang Qingheng.
Judging from Yang Qingheng's clothes, which cost less than ten yuan in total, she probably doesn't have much money. Let alone two hundred square meters, she would probably have to be stingy even for fifty square meters. As long as Yang Qingheng says she can't afford it later, she can justifiably say that it's a pity, and then mock her for being a poor wretch.
Even if she could afford it, so what? Their reserve price for the house is 185 yuan per square meter. If she begged her boyfriend, she could probably afford it.
"I...I'm not sure if I should buy it or not," Yang Qingheng said, clutching the bottom of her clothes, a little embarrassed, but stubbornly insisting, "Thank you for your kindness, Jiaoyan, but what you're saying sounds too good to be true. Could you please give me a written agreement?"
They're a typical case of trying to put on a show when they can't afford it; I doubt they'll ever dare to come back again.
What a country bumpkin, hesitating over such a small amount of money.
Li Jiaoyan was unwilling to be looked down upon by Yang Qingheng. She first asked her colleague next to her and learned that Yang Qingheng only wanted to buy a small 45-square-meter house. She was even more certain that Yang Qingheng was pretending. She immediately drafted a contract with her and signed it.
Yang Qingheng looked at the contract with great satisfaction. She stopped playing with the saleswoman and smiled at the saleswoman, saying, "Let's go, let's go look at the house."
He turned back to Li Jiaoyan and smiled gently, "Jiaoyan, you've really made something of yourself."
Not receiving the compliments she expected, Li Jiaoyan's face fell, but she didn't dare to chase after him, cursing inwardly.
You poor wretch, what are you pretending for?
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