"Why am I talking like this? If you don't have money, don't come looking at our houses here. After exiting, you go left and take the bus for 8 stops. The houses there are cheap, even a beggar can afford them, you should go there..."
Mr. Jenkins was furious, his face flushed bright red.
Nolan Morrison looked at the salesman with cold eyes. He's seen many people who judge by appearances, and with him here, there's no way he'd let his father-in-law be humiliated.
He glanced over and called to another person standing there with an unfamiliar face, looking like a newcomer to the male salesperson: "Come over here."
The male salesperson quickly ran over: "Sir, may I help you with anything?"
"Just joined?"
"Yes, sir. I just joined at the start of this month."
Nolan Morrison asked, "You haven't sold any houses yet, have you?"
The male salesperson, embarrassed, was at a loss for words: "I... I..."
