"It's a bit difficult," he sighed.
He handed out another flyer, but the conversation with a few survivors didn't go well.
One appeared lost in a daze.
Two were quick to anger. Even if those two really wanted to rent a place, he'd have to carefully consider whether they were qualified or not.
The eyes are the windows to the soul.
He wouldn't rent out the units in the district to bad people or those with poor character.
The Sunshine District had been a mix of all sorts before, rife with negative reviews, and even he had been bullied by those with bad character, fully aware of how awful it felt to be mistreated.
Therefore, as a middleman, he definitely wanted to rent the properties to reliable individuals.
He couldn't control whether other agents cared about the character of their potential tenants, but he certainly did.
Before he knew it, he had passed by a luxurious district.
Hengda Garden.
