Qi Yunfeng drove skillfully and rushed to Ronghua Avenue.
Zhou Chen leaned back on the chair, with his legs crossed. One hand was placed on the car window and tapped gently. Between his gestures and expressions, there was an air of a boss faintly.
Song Yang sat very straight and seemed a bit nervous. Although Mr. Zhou is younger than him, he is a big spender after all. After being in this line for so long, he has never come into contact with such a wealthy boss.
The three of them were silent. The atmosphere seemed a bit oppressive. Zhou Chen took the lead to break the silence: "How long have you been in this line?"
Song Yang quickly replied: "Including the internship period, two years and six months!"
Zhou Chen nodded and smiled: "Are you interested in working for me?"
Song Yang widened his eyes in surprise. Then he scratched his head: "I'm afraid I can't do it well. After working at Xinglong Real Estate for so long, my performance has always been mediocre!"
Zhou Chen couldn't help laughing: "A qualified salesman should have great courage. He should be brave in innovation and practice. He should have his own opinions and judgment ability. If you don't even have the courage to try, how can you reach a higher level in this field?"
In any industry, sales is a very important position that directly determines the company's benefits and development. Including his own game studio, if there is an excellent salesman to promote it, all the equipment in the studio can be quickly realized.
"What business does your family do, Mr. Zhou?"
Like Wang Qiang, Song Yang thought that Zhou Chen's money was given by his parents. When he asked him to follow him, it might also be that he was going to take over
the family business.
"There is no business in my family. I am doing business. I have a game studio!" Zhou Chen explained.
"Okay, then I'll work for you!"
Song Yang no longer hesitated and immediately nodded and agreed. Anyway, he didn't plan to go back to Xinglong Real Estate. Now he is in a state of unemployment. Then he will follow Mr. Zhou for a while and see.
Ten minutes later.
The car stopped by the roadside of Ronghua Avenue.
Song Yang led Zhou Chen to the housing source.
Here is a row of brick and tile buildings from the 1970s and 1980s.
There are family planning slogans painted with paint on the wall.
Family planning enriches the country and strengthens the people.
Equality between men and women lasts forever.
Song Yang pointed to a seven-story building and said, "Mr. Zhou, all six houses you want are in this building!"
Qi Yunfeng lit a cigarette and asked with narrowed eyes, "How much is this dilapidated house?"
Song Yang glanced at Zhou Chen and said somewhat guiltily, "Fifteen hundred per square meter!"
"Wow, this house still costs fifteen hundred?"
Qi Yunfeng stared wide-eyed, almost scolding Song Yang as a robber.
Now the first-hand housing source is only a little over two thousand. This second-hand house is still an old house from the 1970s and 1980s. It looks like a dilapidated house. How dare it cost fifteen hundred?
Song Yang's face flushed a little: "Mr. Zhou, since I have decided to follow you, then I won't hide anything. This house is indeed not worth buying..."
Qi Yunfeng quickly echoed: "Boss, you'd better think it over again!"
A smile curved at the corner of Zhou Chen's mouth: "No need to think about it. I want all the houses here!"
Fifteen hundred per square meter is far below his budget.
Qi Yunfeng and Song Yang sighed helplessly.
However, what Zhou Chen said next surprised the two even more.
Zhou Chen took a deep breath and said, "I still have eight million in my hand. I want to invest all eight million."
"Damn?"
"This..."
Qi Yunfeng and Song Yang's eyes widened. Eight million? Isn't this too exaggerated?
Qi Yunfeng said doubtfully, "Boss, you're not lying to me, right? You borrowed money from that rich young lady the day before yesterday!"
Zhou Chen smiled faintly. "Then do you know what I borrowed the money for?"
Qi Yunfeng narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment. Then he stared directly at Zhou Chen and said, "You went to buy a calligraphy and painting. Could it be that you picked up a real antique?"
Zhou Chen smiled without saying a word.
Qi Yunfeng covered his chest and took a deep breath. "With eight million, you can buy luxury cars and villas. If you put the rest of the money in the bank and earn interest, you won't have to worry for a lifetime!"
Song Yang's eyes were burning. He thought Zhou Chen was just an ordinary rich second generation with about eight or nine hundred thousand. Unexpectedly, he actually had eight million.
Zhou Chen looked at Song Yang. "This task is entrusted to you. Within two days, I want to invest all eight million."
Song Yang swallowed hard with difficulty. "Boss, won't you think about it again?"
Zhou Chen shook his head. "Just do as I say!"
Song Yang didn't understand the boss's thoughts, but he didn't dare to go against the boss's will. He could only nod vigorously. "Then I'll try my best to find more housing sources!"
Ten minutes later.
The three of them took a stroll around Ronghua Avenue. Song Yang recorded some phone numbers for house rentals and sales.
Back at Xinglong Real Estate. Zhou Chen signed six contracts and then went to the bank and transferred 890,000 yuan into the store manager's account.
By the time all the transfer procedures were completed, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon.
Song Yang asked the store manager for his own 20,000 yuan commission.
The store manager very reluctantly took 20,000 yuan in cash from the safe and gave it to Song Yang.
On the way back to the studio, Song Yang stuffed the heavy 20,000 yuan commission into Zhou Chen's hands: "Boss, I'll return this money to you!"
Mr. Zhou could have signed the contract with Wang Qiang, but he gave this opportunity to himself.
This money should not belong to him.
"Why are you returning it to me? This is what you deserve!" Zhou Chen pushed the money back.
"Xinglong has already taken 20,000 yuan in commission. Those six houses only cost 850,000 yuan. Returning this 20,000 yuan to you can reduce your loss!" Song Yang explained with a wry smile.
"All right, don't be so polite with me. What's yours is yours. Isn't this commission better for you than for Wang Qiang?"
"Okay...alright!"
Song Yang uneasily put the money away.
Zhou Chen leaned on the sofa and fell into deep thought as he watched the rapidly receding scenery outside.
The housing prices in Wangjiang District are far below his budget.
If the houses are sold off in three days, he can probably get around 80 million yuan.
This amount of money is enough to start a mobile phone company.
steering wheel with one hand and put the lighter in the remaining half pack of Hongtashan cigarettes with the other hand. Then he threw them both back.
Zhou Chen lit a cigarette and took a couple of puffs. This was the first time he had smoked since his rebirth.
At this moment, he was extremely upset. He had thought that after being reborn, he could make money relying on his memories of his previous life and have a happy relationship with Tang Wan. Unexpectedly, Tang Wan's family background was so terrifying, bringing him great pressure.
On the other side.
At Jiangzhou University.
Tang Wan was lying on the desk dejectedly.
Suddenly...
The head teacher, Liu Xu, led several middle-aged and elderly people in white shirts to the classroom door.
The whole class was silent.
Tang Wan turned her head and looked. Immediately, her heart tightened.
Only to see Liu Xu walk up to Tang Wan with a complicated expression. Her vermilion lips parted slightly and said, "Classmate Tang Wan, the principal intends to transfer you to Class Two."