C5 He Doesn't Want It I Want It!

The intern quickly ran over and looked at Zhao Yang carefully. He didn't look like he could afford a house here, but since the senior had already asked her to come over, he still had to introduce the house. "Hello, sir. This house is 60 square meters..."

"Yo, Young Master Zhou, you're here!"

Just as Zhao Yang was listening to the intern's introduction, he saw the old salesperson who had just arrived. He immediately beamed with joy and ran to the door.

Zhao Yang also turned around and saw a young master with greasy hair and powdered cheeks walking in. Zhao Yang looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.

"Young Master Zhou, which house do you plan to buy? Our house is well decorated and has high-end furniture. It definitely matches your status!" The old salesperson smiled flatteringly, as if he wanted to walk into the house with Young Master Zhou on his back.

"Just give me the best one! The cheapest one!" The young master's voice was loud and clear, as if he was afraid that no one would hear him.

Zhao Yang suddenly remembered that it was Zhou Qiang, the Young Master Zhou who wanted to snatch his room at the Gold Silver Restaurant that day. What a coincidence!

When the old salesperson heard Zhou Qiang's words, he smiled even brighter. "Then you have come to the right place!" He welcomed Zhou Qiang into the hall and poured tea and water for him.

Zhou Qiang was overjoyed. Yesterday at the Gold Silver Restaurant, Manager Lee's attitude made him angry. A manager who had muddled along for so many years didn't even know how to appreciate favors.

If it wasn't for the fact that he was the manager of the Gold Silver Restaurant, Zhou Qiang would definitely beat him up until he had no teeth left.

He, Zhou Qiang, was actually inferior to a poor beggar.

Today, the old salesperson's service made Zhou Qiang very satisfied. This was what it meant to be a person. "Take me to take a look! Take a look at the best!"

As soon as Zhou Qiang finished speaking, the old salesperson felt that his commission of tens of thousands of yuan was about to be in his hands. His heart was filled with happiness, "Alright, Young Master Zhou, let's go! This house is for you to buy and move in on the same day! It's very convenient!"

Move in on the same day? When Zhao Yang heard this, he immediately knew what he needed the most right now. "Wait a moment! Take me with you!"

The old salesperson looked at Zhao Yang with disdain. "You want to see it too? Can you afford it?"

"I came here before him. How can he see it? I can't!"

"Can you even compare with him? Young Master Zhou is our VIP!"

Zhou Qiang raised his head and saw that it was Zhao Yang. He was startled. "Why is it you?"

"You know him?"

Zhou Qiang snorted coldly. "How can I know him? He's just a poor beggar. He doesn't have any money, yet he still wants to show off."

When the old salesperson heard Zhou Qiang say that, he was even more certain that Zhao Yang was not here to take a look at the house. "Zhang, didn't you already introduce him? Tell him to leave quickly!"

"I haven't seen the house yet! Why can't I see the house?"

"Do you think this is the Gold Silver Restaurant? Not everyone is as blind as Manager Lee." Zhou Qiang said with a mocking expression, "If you want to see, then bring him along. Let him see the world. You must be addicted to showing off!"

After saying that, Zhou Qiang walked in.

Seeing that Zhou Qiang had already said so, the old salesperson could not say anything else. He glared impatiently at Zhao Yang and said, "Follow him. Today is really unlucky!"

Zhao Yang did not get angry and followed behind with the intern.

"Young Master Zhou, this house is the best one we have. It has a total of 180 square meters and all the furniture is imported..." The old salesperson took out the key and opened the door.

It was indeed a good house. It was spacious and well decorated.

Zhou Qiang walked into the house and looked around. His eyes lit up. The natural marble floor, the leather sofa, the crystal chandelier, and everything else in the house was so luxurious.

If he could live in such a house alone, it would be so glorious.

"Young Master Zhou, how do you feel?"

"It's okay. How much is it?"

"Don't look at how good this house is. But the price is not expensive for you. It's only 7.5 million. I'll give you a discount. It is 7.2 million, right?"

Hearing the price, Zhou Qiang's eyes immediately widened. "How much is it? More than seven million?"

Although he was a rich second generation, his pocket money was only about two hundred thousand a month. He had just changed into a sports car a few days ago, so his family would definitely not give him so much money to buy a house.

"That's right. Young Master Zhou, I know that for you, this money is definitely nothing. The most important thing is that you have to live comfortably, right?"

"Yes, but your house..." How could Zhou Qiang directly say that he thought it was expensive? How could he still have a face? He could only stroll around the house, wanting to find an excuse to pass it off. "I'm not very satisfied with the location of the house. It's in the center of the city. It's so crowded every day. I don't even have a parking space."

"There's a parking space. You don't have to worry. We have an independent garage. We also have an event. It's only eight million!"

Eight million!

Zhou Qiang almost shouted when he heard that. He couldn't even take out seven million, let alone eight million.

"No, the lighting is not good. Also, I don't like the sofa. I hate leather things the most. It's so cruel! Besides, the floor is made of marble. It's so hard! If I accidentally fall down, won't I break my legs?"

When the old salesperson heard this, he understood. He looked at Zhou Qiang again. "Young Master Zhou, if you are not satisfied with this house, I think you won't be able to find a house in Linjiang City that can satisfy you. Don't tell me you think it's expensive."

Many clients who didn't have money used this kind of excuse in the end. How could the old salesperson not understand what Zhou Qiang was saying?

Seeing that he had been seen through, Zhou Qiang immediately shouted guiltily, "I think it's expensive? Who am I, Zhou Qiang? How could I care about this bit of money!"

"Young Master Zhou, you misunderstood me. I didn't mean it like that! Look, we still have other properties, and they aren't expensive either. They are only worth a million or two. I think they can meet your requirements."

The old salesman knew that there was no hope for this house, but if it could be sold, it would be good.

"Are you looking down on me?"

Zhao Yang was at the door, and the crowd was almost gone. He brought the intern into the house. "The house is not bad."

The old salesman rolled his eyes. "Nonsense. Look at it. Let's go! If you can't afford it, then why are you looking at it?"

"He doesn't want it. I want it!"

"You? I don't care what kind of person you are. You can't even afford a toilet in this toilet." Zhou Qiang's face was filled with disdain. It was already difficult for him to buy this house, so how could a poor loser like him afford it?

"Are you guys taking commission based on your performance?"

The intern nodded his head in confusion. "That's right."

"All the money! I don't want the discount either. It will be as much as it should be. Oh right, I also want that garage!" Zhao Yang took out his card and handed it to the intern.

The old salesman was stunned when he heard that. Didn't Zhou Qiang say that he was a poor guy?

"What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and bring me to swipe my card." Zhao Yang said.

The intern was startled, but she was overjoyed. She had only been here for a few days, yet she had already made such a big deal. How could she not be happy? She immediately brought Zhao Yang to do the business.

Zhou Qiang's face was filled with disdain, "You really think of him as someone important? If he could buy this house, then my name will be written in reverse!"