Feng Jiao got up, took her card and left almost instantly. She now had work to do and there was no time for her to dilly dally in the bank.
And, of course, she didn't want to see the bank lady's face for even a second more, now that her work was done. She wasn't a masochist of sorts to want to see something that brought her pain for any longer. That would be so very dumb.
And Feng Jiao was only plain dumb.
Even if she was dumb, she wasn't going to hang around there any more. She left the bank and felt free once again.
The poor bank manager who had been informed that a VVIP customer had shown up, rushed out of his room to greet them, only to find a sullen looking bank lady and no trace of the VVIP. Feng Jiao had long left the bank. The bank manager could only go back to his room and lament the fact that he had lost a possible huge customer.
It was obvious that the VVIP had no clue of how to simply check your bank balance online. That meant a gullible VVIP.
The only thing better than a VVIP customer was a gullible VVIP customer.
Feng Jiao however, had left the suffocatingly sterile bank neighborhood and had gone straight to the bakery she had been to before the bank.
The bakery owner was shocked to see her again, after less than two hours, but took her order anyway.
"I'd like all the macarons you have left over please. Put them in a paper bag for me." Feng Jiao smiled politely, and the bakery owner did exactly that.
The bill for the macarons barely made a dent in her bank account, and Feng Jiao was enjoying them, so even if they did leave a dent, there was no problem with that. Feng Jiao was now strolling toward another sterile looking district.
It was a singular tall building that she entered. It was a clean building that smelled like detergent. Lilac detergent.
Feng Jiao sniffed for a while before she realized she had her nose in the air, sniffing. She instantly entered the building without any more hesitations. She had nothing to hesitate about now. She had her money, the macarons she was munching on, and a little bit of dignity.
Just a little bit.
She entered the realtors building. She had found the place online and all the reviews for the place were quite high except for one that claimed that their house wasn't sound proof.
Feng Jiao didn't really care about her house being sound proofed. It wasn't a big deal to her since she was as quiet as one could get, and she was going to be living alone.
If she had kids that would've been an issue, but Feng Jiao was as single as a pringle.
"Hello," she said as she entered the room, turning left and right to find an agent.
"Hello miss, are you looking for someone?" the lady at the reception desk looked her up and down and instantly recognized her uniform. MingXi high school was quite famous in the region for producing talented scholars, so it was unlikely that someone wouldn't recognize it.
After all, every year, during the end of the Gaokao, the entire city would be plastered in posters of people from MingXi high school.
'MingXi high school produces the national topper yet again!' was the phrase one could see on posters everywhere. It was hard to avoid those posters.
So obviously, as a high school student, it was highly unlikely that Feng Jiao was looking for a house, but the unlikely bit was true.
Feng Jiao was looking for a house.
A house was her first step into freedom and fun.
There was no way that she could do anything fun while still stuck in that house that belonged to the agency. Feng Jiao was only willing to be spied on for so long.
The researchers and her boss might have thought they were watching out for a rather troublesome child, but Feng Jiao was a couple months away from being an adult. There was no way she could take the invasion of private space at all times of the day.
While she appreciated them to a certain extent, she was done.
She was going to move out. She had the money for it either way. She had to buy the house today in case they found out that she had escaped school, and grounded her again.
Feng Jiao could not take another hour of sitting in that room alone, with all the doors locked.
Was that not child abuse?
Feng Jiao called herself a child only when it suited her. It was the typical teen tragedy, except she was a heartless assassin. Or an assassin with a heart, it depended on her mood.
She shook her head, "No, I'm looking for a realtor. I want to buy a house."
Feng Jiao had now stated her purpose and labelled herself a customer, so the reception desk lady had to refer to her that way too. Her attitude almost instantly switched to a salesman.
"What's your budget, ma'am? Where are you interested in buying a house? We have a house near your high school. It's not cheap, but it's definitely worth the price. It's a large house after all." the lady began blabbering.
"Or since you're a student, maybe you'd want a smaller house? That's fine too. We have smaller houses, or even apartments near that region too!"
Feng Jiao smiled. Now the lady was speaking her language. This was what she had wanted to hear from the beginning. She sat there listening with a smile, before the lady turned around to dial a number.
"Hello sir, we have a customer here." she said, "I should send her in? Isn't your friend there? Oh, okay, yes sir, I'll send her in right now."
She broke into a polite grin, "Please head in Ma'am."