The president's hasty departure did not affect the salespeople's enthusiasm at all. They implemented their superior's orders without offering any discounts, each producing a metal tin from their pockets and, according to the names engraved on them, bowed and presented them to the corresponding property owners. Their calls even resembled those of a live goods pickup:
"Mr. Shi Ziqiang, your name card!"
"Miss Du Yimei, your name card!"
"President Li Qingming, your name card!"
"Lady War God of the Rebirth, your name card!"
"..."
After a series of such calls, the salespeople consciously lined up in two rows, chanting numbers and striding after the female president's retreating figure.
The property owners in front of the fountain didn't have time to pay them much attention, as they had already opened their own name card boxes and began looking around and discussing amongst themselves.
"It's 10 cards alright, what about you?"
"I also got 10."
"They're all 10."
