The Mercedes-Benz stopped in front of a real estate agency called "Aijia" in the Central Villa District.
Two real estate agents in business attire stood in front of a signboard with large characters that read, "XX Villa, registered area 338 sq m, usable area 500 sq m, adjacent to Elite International School, starting price 12 million." Other rental listings were also displayed.
The car door opened, and two young men, both dressed casually, stepped out.
The real estate agent quickly stepped forward and asked, "Sir, would you like to view a property? We have both villas and townhouses."
Huo Yunchao waved his hand. Today he was wearing a gray-blue polo shirt, matching trousers, and sunglasses. He looked at Qin Shu beside him and said, "You've been so quiet and listless the whole way. That's not like you."
Qin Shu hung his head, looking a little aggrieved, "I drank two barrels of wine and I'm still not sober."
You're lying through your teeth. Two days have passed; the effects of alcohol should have worn off by now.
Huo Yunchao ignored his banter and said, "Make a phone call."
Qin Shu dialed the number as instructed, and a young real estate agent, who looked to be around twenty-one or twenty-two, jogged out a minute later. Two other agents beside him grinned, "Li Xing, so you're one of my clients."
"Brother Qin, you're here? And this is..." Li Xing's mouth was still sweet, and he greeted everyone by calling them "brother".
"My colleague's surname is Huo," Qin Shu introduced casually.
Li Xing glanced at him, clicked his tongue, and said, "Brother Huo looks just like someone else. He also has the surname Huo. I've met a benefactor today."
Huo Yunchao became interested. A real estate agent earning a million-dollar annual salary must be incredibly shrewd. But the fact that he could close the distance so easily truly showed he was a master among masters.
"Oh, who does he look like?"
"Who else? Huo Yunchao, who just sold Happy Farm. I played that game for two years." Li Xing turned into a megaphone, chattering on and on. "I never expected this. I don't envy others, not even Ma Chensheng, but I envy Mr. Huo. He's a winner in life."
Ma Chensheng is the founder of TC Group, and his net worth has long been on the Fortune list.
Qin Shu rolled his eyes. "This is the first time I've heard someone not envious of Mr. Ma. Why is that?"
"He's not as handsome as Mr. Huo!"
Huo Yunchao couldn't help but cough; this was the first time he'd ever been confessed to at such close range.
"Well, he's not as young as Mr. Huo. Youth is the greatest asset; who knows what great things he might accomplish in the future? There was a saying circulating in our real estate circle the other day: 'If you're going to have a child, take Mr. Huo as your role model; if you can't emulate Mr. Huo, then at least focus on selling houses.'" Li Xing rubbed his hands together, rattling off a series of tips. "Oops, sorry, I digress. Are you looking at villas or townhouses?"
Huo Yunchao and Qin Shu exchanged a glance and silently took off their glasses.
Li Xing was dumbfounded. It really was him! His eyes almost popped out of his head. "Brother Huo? President Huo? See? I told you it looked like him. I've met the real deal. Brother Huo, you have to buy a villa. I guarantee I'll give you the lowest discount. I know you're not short of money, but I'd even forgo my commission for this deal for my idol."
At this point, Huo Yunchao had already made a judgment about Li Xing. He was good at reading people and communicating with them, making him perfect for sales.
Seeing that the two of them were just standing there, Li Xing warmly invited them, "President Huo, Brother Qin, why don't we go inside for some tea, or I can show you a house?"
Huo Yunchao decided to be frank: "Li Xing, I'm not here today to buy a house, I'm here for you."
With a thud, Li Xing dropped his phone to the ground, flattered and surprised. "President Huo, you...you came for me?" He quickly picked it up, wiped it with his sleeve, and blew on it.
Qin Shu watched the little real estate agent's performance with a relaxed air; it was incredibly entertaining.
"Would you be willing to work with me?" Huo Yunchao formally extended an invitation.
"Why not?" Li Xing almost blurted out, but swallowed the words. He looked at Huo Yunchao's handsome face and dark eyes, a surge of passion rising within him, yet his reason remained intact. "Mr. Huo, I'm just a nobody. How did you know me?"
A sales elite with an annual salary of one million yuan calls himself an unknown nobody, which Huo Yunchao interprets as humility.
"Introduced by Mr. Huo's girlfriend," Qin Shu chimed in.
"Girlfriend?" Li Xiang scratched his head, seemingly thinking about which of the clients he had dealt with were Mr. Huo's girlfriends. Then he smiled and said, "Then Mr. Huo, you really need to buy a house from me. It'll be closer to the boss's wife, otherwise, dating will feel like a long-distance relationship. Besides, with your wealth, a villa is the best way to allocate your assets."
That's why I say sales has become an ingrained habit for Li Xing; he can get into character in a heartbeat.
Huo Yunchao nodded seriously. He really liked the title "boss's wife," and indeed, this long-distance relationship had to be resolved. As for asset allocation, it made perfect sense too. "If you join us, I'll buy an apartment from you."
Li Xing remained unmoved. "Mr. Huo, I don't know how much you know about me, but to be honest, for a moment, I was tempted. It was the renowned Huo Yunchao who extended the invitation to me. But thinking about it carefully, I don't know anything except selling houses. What could I do at an internet company? Besides, my current salary isn't low. If I took a pay cut and went there without achieving anything, you wouldn't be satisfied, and I wouldn't be able to stand it either. Why bother?"
These are all the truth. When choosing a job or a boss, who doesn't consider salary and career prospects?
If Huo Yunchao was already quite satisfied just now, he couldn't be more satisfied now. Don't let the young age of the real estate agent in front of him fool you; he thinks and acts prudently and steadily, with a long-term vision.
"Who said I'd ask you to take a pay cut? A starting salary of a million a year is something I can afford. Of course, I'm not hiring you to write code; there's another purpose for you. Trust me, you can handle this job. If possible, I'd like to discuss this further with you in a different place."
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