Tycoon: I Have an Unlimited Modifier novel Chapter 166

Chapter 166: Chapter 113: The Precious Ticket (Part 2)

This was on a completely different level than the Xinrong Ji Qi Sheng had eaten at before.

After settling the bill, Qi Sheng glanced at the 65,000 total.

He calmly took out his China Construction Bank Dragon Card and paid.

"I’ll have those two girls from yesterday come over to buy property later. Just handle it the way you normally would."

Having slept with her, Qi Sheng was naturally going to reward her.

The commission from the sale of two large flats at Huayue Mansion...

...was Qi Sheng’s reward for Xue Zhongyun.

"Thank you, darling. I’ll definitely get you the biggest discount possible—ten percent off!"

Xue Zhongyun was ecstatic. She hadn’t expected Qi Sheng to actually buy two large flats.

Based on the square footage and average price of the two flats, her commission alone would be 200,000.

"Just do your best. Get three parking spots ready, and calculate the property management fees. I’ll pay for five years upfront."

Since Qi Sheng had decided to boost Xue Zhongyun’s sales numbers, he didn’t care about a little extra money.

He had already bought luxury flats; of course, luxury cars would have to follow.

"Okay."

Xue Zhongyun smiled so widely her eyes crinkled into crescents.

If she weren’t still feeling a little tender, she would have loved for Qi Sheng to bully her fiercely one more time.

...

Huayue Mansion Sales Center.

For a top-tier luxury complex, the sales center was predictably quiet.

However, the clients who did come to view properties were all impeccably dressed.

After all, mansions worth tens of millions weren’t sold every day.

Ever since Kong Bin got to his desk that morning, he’d noticed that Xue Zhongyun had skipped her morning shift.

’She’s probably in bed with that Cullinan owner right now.’

To think of Xue Zhongyun’s fiery figure, forced to submit to some rich man.

A sharp pang of bitterness shot through Kong Bin’s heart.

’Fuck, why is it so hard for a loser like me to pick up the pieces?’

Technically, with his income, he shouldn’t be considered a loser.

But he was still worlds away from meeting the standards of a great beauty like Xue Zhongyun.

Xue Zhongyun’s ex-husband’s family had a net worth of over one hundred million.

Back then, a handbag she might buy on a whim cost as much as Kong Bin’s salary for one or two months.

But during the divorce, she was outmaneuvered by her shrewd mother-in-law and ex-husband.

She was left without a penny and had to walk away in disgrace.

If Xue Zhongyun hadn’t been lucky enough to meet Qi Sheng and Miduo...

...she probably would have gone down the wrong path, forced to sell her beauty to make a living.

It was because of that huge sale from Qi Sheng that Xue Zhongyun made her first real money.

Although it was only a little over a hundred thousand, for her, who was strapped for cash at the time, it was a much-needed lifeline.

After getting the job at Huayue Mansion, Xue Zhongyun came into contact with many wealthy clients.

A few even offered to become her sugar daddy, offering her tens of thousands a month in spending money.

But with that commission in her pocket, Xue Zhongyun had the confidence to turn them down.

And now, Qi Sheng was handing her two more huge deals.

She wouldn’t have to worry about money even if she didn’t make another sale for the next year.

"Sister Yun, you’re finally here."

Chen Jing saw Xue Zhongyun’s flushed, rosy complexion.

She instantly understood that her older colleague had truly landed the ultimate rich, handsome guy.

Even though she had expected it, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of envy toward Xue Zhongyun.

He was a man who drove a Cullinan, after all!

Even the scraps that fell from between his fingers would be more than enough for them to feast on.

"Jingjing, I brought you some afternoon tea. Make sure to have some later."

Xue Zhongyun handed an exquisitely packaged box to Chen Jing.

Qi Sheng had asked the restaurant’s kitchen to prepare it for them during their meal.

An afternoon tea set like this from the Junyue Hotel would cost at least several hundred yuan.

"Thanks, Sister Yun. I guess my advice as your strategist paid off."

Chen Jing accepted the afternoon tea from Xue Zhongyun, feeling she fully deserved it.

She opened it, and to her delight, immediately started snapping photos.

Then, she invited a few female colleagues she was close with to come and have a taste.

"Wow, this hazelnut chocolate cake is delicious! I just looked it up—this tiny slice costs 48 yuan! I’m not cut out for the life of the rich!"

"The strawberry napoleon and pistachio-cherry tart are amazing too! Just these few desserts add up to three or four hundred yuan. And with the milk tea... this one afternoon tea is enough to buy two tubes of lipstick."

"Look at Kong Bin, he’s practically green with envy. He should take a piss and look at his own reflection. That Cullinan owner is so handsome; does he really think he can compete?"

"Ugh, don’t gross me out. You’re making the desserts taste bad. Let’s just eat."

...

The group of saleswomen chattered away, their voices deliberately loud enough to be heard.

Kong Bin, of course, heard every single word.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t afford a several-hundred-yuan afternoon tea.

But being able to afford it and being willing to pay for it were two completely different things.

"Hey Brother Kong, how about you treat the guys to some afternoon tea? Watching Chen Jing and her friends eat is making us all starve."

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