Chapter 98: This Row, This Row, and This Row...

A dark-green Porsche Panamera pulled up at the entrance of the sales center, and the sales team leader's eyes immediately lit up!

"It's a Panamera..."

The pretty female salesperson beside him shot him a look: "Team leader, you should've gone to dance Zumba ages ago. Look how fat you've gotten—your gut's practically sticking out a mile..."

"What Zumba? It's Panamera! PANAMERA!"

The female salesperson rolled her eyes at him: "Panamaha or whatever—your belly's way too big. You still got the nerve to talk about Wang Qiang? You could fit three Wang Qiangs in there..."

She wished she'd just quit with him earlier. Looking at that big gut of his turned her stomach—she couldn't even think about lunch now.

"Ugh! Can't explain it to you!"

The sales team leader waddled out on his two stubby legs: "VIP! VIP incoming... Huh?"

The car door opened, and out stepped a painfully familiar face—except the rainbow hair had been swapped for a pineapple-style crop...

He Huanhuan beamed: "Long time no see, Old Fatty."

The sales team leader gave an awkward smile: "S-So you came yourself?"

Technically speaking, their development was still under the Gu Group's subsidiary.

He Huanhuan's smile widened: "I'm here to buy a house~ What, not allowed?"

The sales team leader immediately started bowing and scraping: "Of course you can! Our development just opened recently—we've got plenty of units available!"

He Huanhuan and Qi Meili walked hand in hand into the lobby. Glancing at the miniature model in the center of the hall, she casually pointed: "I want this whole row and this whole row!"

She turned and wrinkled her nose at Han Mo: "You'll buy them for me, right?"

Han Mo smiled indulgently: "If you want them, I'll buy them."

Qi Meili shivered quietly beside them. God, did she used to be this cringe when she was dating?

Hearing "this row" and "that row," the team leader's eyes turned red.

God!

If this deal went through, how much commission would he rake in?

Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousands, hundred thousands, millions...

His retirement fund was secured!

"I-I-I..."

He was so excited he stuttered: "I—I'll go write up the contract!"

"Wait."

Han Mo's calm voice cut him off mid-step: "Put today's deal under Wang Qiang's name."

"Huh?"

The team leader was dumbfounded, a thin layer of sweat breaking out on his shiny forehead: "Uh, Wang Qiang's not here today... How about—"

He Huanhuan's face instantly fell: "Not here? Then forget it, I'm not buying. We came all this way to show him some support!"

With that, she turned to leave.

"Wait, wait! Don't go!"

The team leader scrambled to call her back: "He's here! He is! Just wait—I'll get him here right now!"

He frantically pulled out his phone and tried calling Wang Qiang: "Sorry, the number you have dialed is temporarily unavailable..."

"Sorry, the number you have dialed is temporarily unavailable..."

Open up the messaging app—the second he typed "Wang Qiang, come—" a bright red exclamation mark appeared. Sent, but blocked.

This kid! Why's he got such a short temper!

He Huanhuan stared down at him arrogantly: "Why hasn't he answered? What's the deal? You and Wang Qiang don't get along or something?"

"No, no... just can't get through..."

Cold sweat dripped down the team leader's face. His heart was racing. He had to get Wang Qiang back here—that was over a million in commission!

Once these spoiled rich kids left, he could just transfer the deal to his own name...

Thinking this, he turned to the female salesperson: "Lend me your phone, I'll call Wang Qiang."

The female salesperson curled her lip: "No. I just bought this phone case."

She didn't want him touching it with his grubby hands.

"You!"

The team leader, furious, leaned in and threatened in a low voice: "You wanna get fired too, huh?"

The female salesperson looked down at him with a contemptuous glance: "Oh? You want to fire me?"

Her sales targets were met every single quarter. Fire her? Was he ready to pay the severance?

She wasn't giving him her phone. He could fire her if he wanted. She'd take the cash and go on vacation!

"You!"

The team leader's liver ached with rage, but there was nothing he could do about her.

He Huanhuan stood behind him with arms crossed, watching. It was the first time he'd ever felt time crawl so slowly!

"Team leader, use mine, use mine..."

Guo Shan, a veteran salesperson on the team, quickly handed over his phone, going so far as to pull up Wang Qiang's contact page for him.

The call went through—ring, ring, ring...

"Hello..."

Wang Qiang's voice came through the phone, and the team leader was so emotional he nearly cried: "Wang Qiang! Get back here! You're about to hit the jackpot!"

Wang Qiang: "I'm too fat to fly."

...

The team leader forced a laugh: "Kid, I was just joking around. Don't be stubborn. Get back to work. Your VIP friends are here."

"What friends?" asked Wang Qiang flatly.

"Your lucky friends!" the team leader nearly shouted. "They're here to buy a house with your name on the contract!"

"But I already quit."

"Nonsense! You're on leave—official leave! Get back here right now. Everyone's waiting for you! Your lucky friends are waiting too! Come back, you hear me?"

Before Wang Qiang could respond, he hung up.

He didn't believe it—with two big shots hanging around, that kid would come for sure?

Sure enough, two minutes later, Wang Qiang's beat-up electric scooter parked right at the sales hall entrance.

The team leader started to dash out, but Guo Shan grabbed his arm and whispered: "Team leader, Wang Qiang just got fired by you not long ago. He sees you and he's already feeling sore. Why don't let me go talk to him?"

"Right, right, right..."

The team leader nodded rapidly: "You go talk to him, make sure he doesn't do anything stupid."

Guo Shan turned to him with a sly smile: "So about that commission—"

"You'll get your cut!"

The team leader shoved him forward, while he himself scurried up to He Huanhuan and the others, fawning: "So sorry to keep you waiting. Wang Qiang's back—now we can close the deal."

In his heart, though, he sneered. This commission? No one was taking it from him.

The second that money hit his account, he was quitting and retiring to his hometown!

He Huanhuan shot him a sideways glance: "Step further back, Old Fatty. You stink."

The team leader's face twitched, but he immediately hunched over and shuffled several steps back: "Is this far enough?"

The sheer sycophancy was revolting.

He Huanhuan glanced at Wang Qiang as he walked in, and said cheerfully: "Xiaoqiang, you're here? I've come to buy a house~ All under your name, okay~"

His heart pounding, his hands trembling, the team leader fixed his eyes on Wang Qiang. Say yes! Say yes!

"No. I don't lack money."

Wang Qiang kept his hands in his pockets, pinching his own stomach hard beneath the fabric to keep his expression cold and aloof.

"Huh?"

He Huanhuan's brows knitted in disappointment: "But we're so poor that all we've got is money~"

Wang Qiang pinched his stomach until it turned black and blue: "I'm not helping you for cash. You should go. I don't need money."

"You do!"

The team leader nearly passed out on the spot. He scurried over to Wang Qiang's side: "Kid! What nonsense are you saying? How do you not need money? You need money!"

With his back to He Huanhuan, he glared at Wang Qiang furiously: "Over a million in commission. Don't be an idiot!"

Wang Qiang didn't even look at him. His expression stayed placid: "Money's all worldly possessions. I'm heading back to my hometown's electronics factory, working double shifts on the line. That's the life meant for me."

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