Saturday.
The two of them got up at seven o'clock and left the house after washing up.
First, they had breakfast at Fatty Noodle House and then took the subway to the Century Garden Sales Department.
As a high-end residential complex, there were no condescending salespeople here to embarrass Shen Dong.
As soon as they walked in, a young female sales associate greeted them.
"Sir, miss, welcome to Century Garden. My name is Song Jingxian, and I will be at your service. May I ask how to address you both?" The sales associate was very enthusiastic.
She didn't bother to ask whether they were there to buy a house or not.
After all, who would come here just to wander around if not to buy a house?
If they weren't here to buy a house, they would naturally clarify that themselves.
"My name is Shen, and this is my wife," Shen Dong said with a slight nod.
"Sure, Mr. Shen, Mrs. Shen, let me take you over to the model area to choose a house," Song Jingxian gestured.
