Do Not Speak Ill of My Mother!
Chapter 238 is being targeted in the house purchase, huh?

Chapter 238: 238 is being targeted in the house purchase, huh?

"A manor? Isn’t that a bit too large?" Yueqing thought for a moment, "I don’t spend much time in Magic Capital, and a big house would need staff to maintain, which is quite troublesome."

Jiang Chuanning said, "It’s not that big, it just has a small pond and a little garden."

Of course, it can’t compare to the Jiang Family’s mountains, lakes, and forests~

In Magic Capital, where every inch of land is worth its weight in gold, how big can it really be?

Yueqing naively believed him, "Alright, then I’ll go have a look."

"Miss Xing, you go first, I’ll come over after I’ve dealt with these two documents," Jiang Chuanning said, "The fruit at the property management center is very fresh, especially the Bulgarian red grapes, which are only air-freighted over in this season each year."

"Okay~"

Yueqing hung up the phone and took her two sons into the Qionghua Fairy Forest property management center.

This was a duplex villa with two floors.

The first floor had a large reception hall and a guest lounge, while the second floor was for employee dormitories.

Unexpected, right?

In the villa, employee dormitories! The benefits are simply too good.

As soon as Yueqing walked in, a girl in a suit and skirt approached her: "Hello, may I ask who you are?"

"Hello, I’d like to take a look at the houses in Qionghua Fairy Forest."

The girl asked, "May I have your last name, do you have an appointment?"

"My last name is Yan, and I don’t have an appointment."

The girl nodded, "My last name is Zhang, you can call me Xiao Qin, Miss Yan please wait in the lounge, and I’ll schedule an appointment for you."

"Thank you very much."

Xiao Qin was the receptionist here at the property management, and since there weren’t too many people coming to see the houses in Qionghua Fairy Forest, and purchasing a house also required approval from above, the company didn’t have a dedicated sales department. Instead, they handed over this part of the work to the property management.

After all, who knows the community’s amenities better than the property management~

Everyone knows what to say and what not to say, clear as day in their minds!

Especially when dealing with those who seem to be viewing properties but are actually gathering information about the residents, the property managers are more than adept at handling them.

Xiao Qin went to the manager’s office and knocked on the door: "Manager Shang, are you there?"

A greasy voice came from inside: "Xiao Qin, is that you? Come in."

Xiao Qin suppressed her disgust and pushed the door open.

Shang Yong was fat and had a large face, sitting there like an over-fermented pig. His mung-bean-sized eyes stuck to the young girl as soon as she entered and seemed to want to see through her curves.

Enduring his lecherous gaze, Xiao Qin said, "Manager Shang, a Miss Yan is here to view the houses in Qionghua Fairy Forest, and I’d like to request an appointment for her."

Shang Yong was a distant relative to a homeowner here, and in two years at the property management, he worked his way up to supervisor status. Xiao Qin, a fresh graduate, was lucky to land a job here, earning a salary of ten thousand with comprehensive social insurance and housing fund—it wasn’t easy!

Although she detested Shang Yong’s subtly invasive glances, as her immediate superior, she couldn’t afford to offend him.

"Xiao Qin, you’ve been in this industry for half a year, haven’t you figured it out yet? What’s the class of Qionghua Fairy Forest? We don’t just welcome anybody."

There was truth in those words. There had been plenty of people coming to view the houses when they were first on the market, but in the following five years, only six villas were sold. With restrictive purchasing conditions, actually, many who wanted to probe for information no longer used the method of viewing houses.

If someone really intended to buy, they should have a homeowner’s reference or an instruction from those higher up.

Those who come over so rashly are hardly likely to become their customers.

Zhang Qin lowered her head, "Since the client has a demand, there’s no reason to ignore them and leave them out in the lobby. Please, Manager Shang, grant me an appointment spot."

Shang Yong leaned on his portly frame, "Xiao Qin, it’s good that you have professional ethics, but adaptability is also very important in this line of work! You—"

"Please, Manager Shang, give me an appointment spot," repeated Zhang Qin with lowered lashes.

Seeing that she wouldn’t take his advice, Shang Yong snorted with a cold laugh, "Fine, I’ll go out with you and let you learn how to turn away those who have no money or influence yet still dare to browse Qionghua Fairy Forest."

He walked out arrogantly.

Yan Yueqing was looking at the model of the living room with her sons, when a pig-headed man, twisting his corpulent body, came over.

He was short, with his chin held high, looking at people through his nostrils as he spoke, "My name is Shang Yong, the client manager of Qionghua Fairy Forest."

Shang Yong glanced at the mother and her two sons from the corner of his eye.

In terms of visual appeal, they were the epitome of standard beauty, stunning enough to make one’s heart race!

But looking at their clothes...

Tch, not a single brand name!

It’s not to say that there aren’t understated rich folks, but from top to bottom, other than a shirt and jeans, not even a piece of jewelry... Isn’t that a bit too shabby?

Shang Yong didn’t even want to give them a chance to shake hands, to avoid catching their poverty.

Yan Yueqing was also glad he didn’t reach out, otherwise it really would have been awkward to refuse politely.

She certainly saw the disdain in his eyes and said indifferently, "I would like to take a look at the houses in Qionghua Fairy Forest. I heard that buildings one and two have a manor style, could I see the show home?"

He probably wouldn’t agree to see an actual house, but seeing a model home should be fine, right?

Even a 3D simulation design would do~

Shang Yong directly asked, "Miss Yan, do you have friends who are resident owners in Qionghua Fairy Forest?"

"No."

"Then, do you have connections with the developer?"

"No."

"Sorry, I can’t show you the house," said Shang Yong indifferently, "Miss Yan may not be aware of the rules in Qionghua Fairy Forest—"

Yan Yueqing knew what he was trying to say, and with a slight smile responded, "I’m aware of Qionghua Fairy Forest’s house purchasing rules. But since when did even viewing the house require following these rules? Surely, they aren’t rules just for me, right?"

Seeing that she couldn’t appreciate his kindness, Shang Yong said, "Miss Yan, I’ve been polite because you are a lady. Don’t force me to be rude! You aren’t qualified to buy here. After looking at the house, you’d just leave disappointed. Isn’t wasting an appointment slot now just delaying our actual work time?"

Yan Yueqing laughed, "One wouldn’t know, and might think that Manager Shang is selling his own house."

"What ’own house’? This is the company’s property!"

"Oh, you know it’s the company’s, don’t you?" Yan Yueqing said innocently, spreading her hands, "So high and mighty, I thought the matter of selling houses could be decided by a small client manager like yourself?!"

Yan Wang remained silent, with a steady gaze.

Jun Yan couldn’t stand it, adding coolly, "Mom, there are always people like that in sales~~ They start selling some high-end goods and think that all this stuff is their own, even starting to pick and choose their clients. Qionghua Fairy Forest’s houses indeed have some rules for sales, but these rules apply to ordinary people. How do you know we aren’t an exception?"

Shang Yong retorted, "You? Have an exception? These are rules firmly set by the boss! How could they change just for you?"

"That’s not necessarily true~" Jun Yan mimicked his mother’s innocent gesture, "Maybe my family is very influential, and you’ve offended me right now. I might go home and cry tonight, and tomorrow, you could be out of a job~"

Yan Yueqing stroked her son’s dark hair, smiling, "I just wanted to look at the houses, no need to make such a fuss."

How could Shang Yong possibly believe her? Angrily, he said, "Fine! Show me proof of funds first!"