Chapter 1206: End of Volume: Jiang Nansun (Part 1)

Chapter 1206 End of Volume - Jiang Nansun Chapter (Part 1)

The police suspected that Li Yifan was worried that Yang Ke's case would implicate him, so he took his son abroad to avoid trouble. Anyway, they didn't believe it. It can also be said that Li Yifan dumped her. For this matter, she went to Tang Xin to find someone, and was ridiculed. , saying she is a broom star.

Coincidentally, Zhu Suosuo also had this nickname because she harmed everyone around her, but Jiang Nansun knew very well that the reason why they both fell to this point was because of one person, the guy they gritted their teeth whenever they mentioned it - Zhang Anren.

I don't know what happened to him. In just one year, he went from a country bumpkin full of philistines to a villain who could drive Ye Jinyan to despair.

At this point, she no longer believed that Xie Jiayin was instigating everything that happened behind the scenes. As for the DY incident, she became more and more inclined to think that Xie Jiayin really wanted to give him a child, rather than the rich woman borrowing seeds as the outside world joked.

There is no big house on Fuxing Road, her high education has been wiped out by her criminal record, her rich aunt has become the wife of her enemy, and the CEO has abandoned her very realistically. Now she finally understands that Zhang Anren said he wanted her to experience the feeling of being helpless. The words about the life of a working girl in Shanghai who have no power and no background are not exaggerated.

But what if you know? She couldn't change what was happening in front of her. Not only could she not change it, but the situation continued to get worse.

Because of the harassment from creditors, the psychiatrist said that her mother was in danger of becoming depressed. After Zhu Suosuo entered, Tang Xin took the opportunity to open Zhu Suosuo. Even if she did not consider the debt problem, she needed all the money for rent, water and electricity bills, food and groceries... Come and earn.

But money... is really hard to earn.

I heard Zhu Suosuo talk about how she earned 30,000 to 40,000 yuan a month without doing much work when she was in sales under Yang Ke. She thought she could do it too. She worked hard to contact customers, communicated seriously, and improved her speaking skills. If you can't get 10,000 yuan, you can always get 20,000 yuan.

The fact is, let alone 20,000 yuan, she couldn't even get over the hurdle of 10,000 yuan. She got a basic salary in the first month of joining the company. This was better than when she was a designer in her senior brother's company, but she actually did supervisory work. I still want to hit people.

"Jiang Nansun, you have been coming to our Sifang for more than a month, right?"

"Yes, manager." Jiang Nansun folded his hands on his chest, looking obediently listening to the leader's instructions.

The sales manager of Dajinlao, who was wearing a suit and leather shoes in front of him and deliberately showing his wrists, flipped through the performance reports on the table and tapped one of them with his finger: "I took a look at your sales data and asked someone to get to know you. situation, I would like to know if you have any concerns at work? "

The words were beautiful, but Jiang Nansun knew very well that the manager felt that she had not sold a single house in more than a month after joining the job.

"Manager, I will try my best."

"Just trying hard is useless." The manager said something that was difficult for Jiang Nansun to accept: "Let's put it this way, all efforts that cannot sell the house are in vain. Don't think that I am direct, I don't want you to take detours."

Jiang Nansun said expressionlessly: "Yes, thank you manager, I will remember it."

"That's the expression." The manager sighed: "I've told you before, you have to smile and be lively. Of course, it can't be too much. You have to find a balance between enthusiasm and cheerfulness and calmness and professionalism. You want your customers to have the urge to communicate with you more, you know? To a certain extent, sales is a profession that depends on your appearance, but no matter how good-looking you are, if you put on a calm and calm expression every day, it will not matter if the customer comes to buy a house. If I’m not here to chase you, how can I take the initiative to find you? You have to be humble, brave, and customer-centered, do you understand?”

Jiang Nansun pursed his lips: "Understood."

Yes, I only understand it with my mouth, but I don’t understand it in my heart, or I can’t accept the kind of rich people who drive over in Audis and BMWs and wear Cartier, Rolex, Vacheron Constantin and other famous watches. They all rush to get close to each other. Even the behavior of posing and flirting.

She tried to do this kind of thing, but she really couldn't do it. How could the recognized goddess of literature and art in the School of Architecture, the little princess who was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, take the initiative to lower her body like those vulgar women to cater to those who she didn't even care about? The nouveau riche and the old haters who don’t have the upper hand.

"Think carefully about what I said and figure out what you want." The sales manager waved his hand at her: "Go to work."

Jiang Nansun nodded, turned and left the office, and came to the sales hall on the first floor.

At this moment, the girl named Fang Tingting, who is said to be from rural Gansu, was running in with four or five kinds of diapers in her right hand, holding her high heels in her left hand and a white plastic bag in her right hand. He walked up to the parents of their children who could not yet run and asked them breathlessly which one they used. They also kept apologizing, saying that there was no large supermarket nearby and they could not buy the foreign brands they used before.

This girl came a week later than her, but she has already sold three houses. Based on a commission of 6% of a thousand, plus the basic salary, she can get more than 10,000 yuan a month.

Fang Tingting was very happy when she got the money. She said that this was the first time she had ever had such a thick wad of money.

It's only 10,000 yuan. In the old Jiang family, Jiang Nansun would have spent more than this amount on hair in a year.

At this moment, a middle-aged man with rough skin and low spirits walked in outside the door. He was wearing khaki shorts and a pair of Reebok sneakers. To be honest, he was quite poorly dressed. For example, an uncle who lives in the suburbs of Shanghai comes here to check out the real estate prices and plans to buy a house for his son to get married or something.

It is said that locals are rich, but the locals are the least liked by the sales ladies, because locals are generally calculating and picky. They can talk for a long time for a little discount. Sometimes they will use the fact that this place is close to the power plant, the chemical plant, it was a mass grave in the Qing Dynasty, or a company of people died in the Battle of Shanghai to lower the price. Whether they will buy or not is another matter, at least they can disgust a large number of foreign visitors who are ready to buy houses.

Although men are easier to deal with than women, other people in the sales office are not very interested. It happened that Jiang Nansun was standing near the door, and her colleagues glanced at her, meaning that this person is for you.

Unlike those people, Jiang Nansun took a deep breath, squeezed out a smile on her face, and walked over quickly.

"Sir, are you here to see the house? Can you tell me what you need? Or should I take you to see our real estate map first?"

Other people focus on his outfit, but Jiang Nansun is different. Her focus is on the watch. Other salespeople don't know the watch, but she does.

Glashutte's Senator series.

Because her father had bought one before, it was relatively niche and looked ordinary, without a conspicuous LOG, and there was no dial that wanted to expose the movement and gears. It seemed ordinary, but the price of watches in this series was generally around 400,000 or 500,000.

People who want to show off and have a grand occasion will definitely not choose this kind of watch. Only low-key rich people will choose it.

"Okay." The middle-aged man looked around and followed Jiang Nansun to the sand table in the middle of the hall.

"Sir, look, this is the sand table map of our Shanghai Longting. All 8 buildings in the first phase have been sold out. The second phase project is currently on sale. The buildings on sale are mainly small-sized buildings 9 and 11, and small three-bedroom and four-bedroom mixed buildings 22 and 23..."

Jiang Nansun explained the project characteristics and building layout very fluently, interacting with the middle-aged man from time to time and asking him what requirements he had for the house.

After talking for about ten minutes, she saw that the middle-aged man was not very interested in the property, but he looked at her...he looked around and nodded with satisfaction from time to time, which made her feel very uncomfortable, but she didn't dare to get angry, so she could only continue to explain with patience and embarrassment.

A few minutes later, the middle-aged man finally couldn't help interrupting her to talk about his understanding of the C apartment: "Ms. Jiang."

"Mr. Weng?"

"Excuse me, how old are you, Miss Jiang?"

Jiang Nansun hesitated for a moment and said: "26 years old."

"Are you born in the year of the monkey?"

"Yes."

She didn't know why the other party asked such a question, because it had nothing to do with buying a house.

Mr. Weng said: "Are you short of money?"

Jiang Nansun's face changed: "You are really joking. How many people living in this world dare to say that they are not short of money?"

This is the truth. Who would complain that they have too much money?

Mr. Weng pointed to Building 11 and said, "I can buy a unit in this building."

Jiang Nansun's face changed drastically: "It was the first time she met such a 'rich' customer. To be honest, she didn't believe it and even thought it was bragging."

"What? Don't believe it?" Mr. Weng smiled and took out a bank card: "There is one million in it, which can be used as a deposit for the house, and the 'decision' must be determined."

Deposit and deposit have the same pronunciation, but the meaning is completely different. Especially for consumers, the deposit cannot be refunded after it is paid, while the deposit can be refunded. Those who dare to take out 1 million as a deposit to buy a house must have extraordinary financial resources.

Another salesperson standing not far away didn't know the details of the conversation between the two people, but when he saw the card taken out by the middle-aged man and heard the deliberately amplified "1 million deposit", his face changed and he moved forward.

Jiang Nansun noticed this situation and felt uncomfortable. She couldn't understand it. When Zhu Suosuo talked about her sales experience, it seemed that she was surrounded by noble people - the sales manager who personally led her; the rich second-generation customers who decided to buy a house after drinking together; the colleagues who protected her openly and secretly.

But when it came to her, everyone was staring at the resources in the hands of the other party. Maybe in the morning, they were still enthusiastically chatting about popular TV series and sharing their views on the men in the play. In the evening, they might secretly add WeChat of colleagues and customers to try to poach people.

What team spirit, what win-win cooperation, in this sales hall, everyone seems generous, but in fact they are extremely selfish. The starting point of all actions is money, and they only recognize money.

"Mr. Weng, are you... sure you want to buy the whole unit?"

There are two households per elevator, and the building is 22 stories high. One unit is 44 two-bedroom apartments. At an average price of 50,000 per square meter, the total price is close to 200 million. If the transaction is successfully completed, not counting bonuses, the commission alone will be more than 1 million.

One business deal can pay off all debts. This temptation is too great for her now.

She was very excited and did not control her voice. The saleswoman who deliberately moved forward flashed an expression called "exaggeration" on her face.

"You heard it right. I plan to buy the entire apartment building, but..." Mr. Weng changed his tone and put the card in his hand back slightly: "I can give you this order, but there is a prerequisite."

Jiang Nansun was stunned: "What prerequisite?"

Mr. Weng handed over a black business card and a bank card at the same time: "Call me after work. If your answer satisfies me, I will tell you the password."

Jiang Nansun knew that there was no such thing as a free lunch in this world. She took a deep breath, adjusted her mood, and took the two cards: "Okay."

Mr. Weng said nothing more and turned to walk out.

She walked him out and watched the middle-aged man get into an Audi Q7, turn around and smile at her, and drive away.

Jiang Nansun turned around and walked back. Before she entered the hall, she heard colleagues talking.

"A unit building? Did you run into a real estate speculator? It seems the manager is right, the house price will continue to rise."

"Alas, Jiang Nansun is so lucky."

"I don't think it's possible. Those people in the real estate speculators are as shrewd as monkeys. How could they pay a deposit of one million at a time?"

"Did you notice Jiang Nansun's expression just now? It's a pity that we don't have good luck here, and they think the client is too troublesome."

"She thinks the man is too old, right? Such a generous client, as long as the order is given to me, what's the big deal!"

"You, don't talk about big dreams, just thinking about people who are not human can satisfy customers."

"By the way... What's the saying on the Internet? Ten yuan, what do you think of me as? One hundred yuan, I'm not the kind of person you think; one thousand yuan, I'm yours tonight; ten thousand yuan, don't think of me as a human tonight; one hundred thousand yuan, no matter how many people come tonight; one million yuan, no matter if the people who come tonight are human or not."

Then there was laughter from the whole room.

Jiang Nansun hesitated for a moment in front of the door, adjusted the buttons of her work clothes, and walked into the hall with a blank expression.

The saleswomen who had just gathered in front of the sand table and laughed stopped discussing and dispersed in all directions, pretending that they still had work to do.

When she returned home that night, Jiang Nansun found the house dark. When she turned on the lights in the room, she saw a mess. The stool on the balcony fell over, the ashtray and the ginger brown sugar jar fell to the ground, and the document bag with the household registration book and her graduation certificate were thrown next to the open drawer. The hanger leaned against the wall. The Chanel long skirt that Zhu Suosuo bought not long ago was torn at half its sleeve. With the wind coming in from the window, it swayed lightly, and the shadow was like a ghost.

"Mom, Mom..."

She was anxious all of a sudden, threw her bag, and ran into the house without changing her shoes. She turned her head and saw the figure sitting on the sofa, and hurried forward to check.

"Mom, are you okay?"

PS: Let me take it easy, this is the only chapter today, and two more chapters will be updated tomorrow.

Thanks to Xingchen Sanguang and Fenxiang Tingyu for the 1500 starting coins, the black-faced uncle with difficult choices for the 263 starting coins, Shengnan Kaiyi, Mai Dong, Qingfeng Changxiangban, and the mild intermittent mental illness patient for the 100 starting coins.