Jiabao Real Estate Agency was in a good location, not too far from the bus station, a bustling area with constant traffic and people. However, it was almost noon, and not a single customer had come in.
In contrast, Anmei Real Estate Agency across the street was a different story; customers were constantly coming in.
Zhang Yu was sitting next to Yang Ying, who was patiently teaching him the basics of being a salesperson. She taught him how to talk to clients, how to praise a property, and covered a lot of basic real estate theory.
This kind of thing shouldn't have been Yang Ying's responsibility, but the agency was short-staffed, and the girl with glasses, besides being diligent, was just clumsy.
Just then, Zhang Yu needed to use the restroom. The restroom was inside the agency, on the right-hand side at the back. Zhang Yu opened the door; facing him was a sink, to the right was a squat toilet, and to the left, surprisingly, was a shelf with a fish tank. The tank was filled with water, and six goldfish were swimming leisurely in it.
"Fish in the toilet!"
Upon seeing this, Zhang Yu was stunned and scratched his head.
He had learned quite a few skills from Old Wang, including feng shui. Back in the village, he would sometimes do feng shui consultations. Of course, even his own parents didn't believe it, let alone the neighbors. They all thought he was talking nonsense.
Raising fish is a matter of principle; you can't just raise them anywhere, otherwise, it will affect the feng shui. Especially in a place like the toilet, you absolutely cannot raise fish; it's a major feng shui taboo.
Zhang Yu stopped going to the toilet and turned around, saying, "Auntie, why are you raising these fish in the toilet?"
"These fish were raised when we opened. At first, we kept them outside, but because no one took care of them, several died. Plus, the agency isn't very big, and they took up space, so we moved them to the bathroom. We plan to stop raising them after they all die," Yang Ying said truthfully.
"How can this be? There are rules for raising fish. Either don't raise them at all, or if you do, you must raise them properly. You can't just do it carelessly like this. I think your agency's business is bad, and it's very likely because you're raising fish in the bathroom, affecting the feng shui," Zhang Yu said seriously.
"It doesn't matter where you raise fish. Feng shui is just superstition; what does it have to do with my business?" Yang Ying seemed unconvinced.
"It absolutely does matter. You have to believe me. As long as you move the fish tank out, business will definitely improve!" Zhang Yu said earnestly.
Seeing Zhang Yu's seriousness, and considering the current state of the agency, the lack of sales staff, and the abundance of empty space, Yang Ying nodded and said, "If you want to move it, then move it. But my leg is bad, so I can't help you right now."
"It's okay, I can do it myself," Zhang Yu said immediately.
Then, Zhang Yu went into the bathroom, took care of his personal needs, and began cleaning the fish tank.
Raising fish requires skill; you can't just pour tap water directly into the fish tank. The intermediary hadn't aged the water beforehand, so Zhang Yu had to temporarily remove some water from the tank, scoop out the fish, and then slowly fill a bucket with the remaining water.
Seeing Zhang Yu busy inside, and since she didn't have much to do, Su Hong came to help. In no time, the fish tank was emptied. Zhang Yu cleaned it and carried the large tank out by himself.
Next, the shelf needed to be moved. Seeing this, Yang Ying pointed to where Lin Hai had been standing and said, "Move that table into the bathroom and put the fish tank there."
Zhang Yu looked at the location and shook his head, saying, "That spot isn't suitable for fish."
"Then where is a suitable place?" Yang Ying asked.
Zhang Yu walked around the real estate agency, then pointed to Yang Ying's seat and said, "This is the best spot!"
"Me here... then where should I sit?" Yang Ying frowned.
"There are so many seats around here, you can sit anywhere. This is the best spot, perfect for raising fish, it'll definitely bring in wealth," Zhang Yu said seriously.
"But..." Yang Ying wanted to say, 'But I'm the boss, how can I sit in a salesperson's seat?' But then she thought, real estate agencies are all like this now, what's wrong with sitting anywhere? The key was whether Zhang Yu's prediction was accurate.
"If it really works, I'll sit anywhere," Yang Ying said.
"Then listen to me." Zhang Yu was quite impatient, and immediately went to help Yang Ying.
He didn't have any romantic feelings for Yang Ying, and with his help, she sat down in the row with the girl with glasses.
Zhang Yu removed Yang Ying's table, placed the shelf and fish tank there, poured the water back into the tank, and put the fish in. That completed the task.
It was lunchtime. The girl with glasses took out her lunchbox, and Yang Ying called a nearby fast-food restaurant to order takeout for Zhang Yu. She herself had no appetite and decided not to eat.
Only two minutes after the call, a middle-aged man walked in. According to protocol, a salesperson should immediately greet a customer upon entering. Zhang Yu was inexperienced, and Yang Ying's foot was injured. Fortunately, the girl with glasses, who was eating, reacted quickly and stood up, saying, "Y-hello...pfft..."
She still had food in her mouth, and in her haste, she spat out grains of rice.
The middle-aged man frowned. Yang Ying hurriedly said, "Sir, I'm sorry."
"It's nothing," the middle-aged man replied politely.
"You're asking if you're looking to rent or buy a house?" Yang Ying asked politely.
"I want to buy an apartment," the middle-aged man said.
Yang Ying smiled and said, "Sir, many of our listings are posted outside. Do you have any you like? If not, I have many other listings I can recommend."
"I saw a listing for an apartment in Galaxy Garden outside your shop. It's on the 20th floor, 100 square meters, and costs 1.1 million yuan. I think it's acceptable, and I plan to take a look," the middle-aged man said.
"No problem. When are you free now?" Yang Ying asked.
"Right now. I don't know if I have any work this afternoon," the middle-aged man said.
"Okay." Yang Ying nodded, and then thought about taking the client to see the apartment, but then she realized that her leg was injured, making it inconvenient. Considering that apartments in Galaxy Garden were difficult to sell, she thought it would be better to let Zhang Yu go and get some exercise.
So Yang Ying said, "Sir, please register first. Su Hong, later you and Zhang Yu will go see the apartments in Galaxy Garden with the client."
Clients always register before viewing apartments. The middle-aged man, Zhao Guangjian, registered while the bespectacled girl quickly finished her meal and then left the real estate agency with Zhang Yu and Zhao Guangjian.
Zhao Guangjian had driven, which saved them the trouble of going to Galaxy Garden. They got into his car, and the three of them set off immediately.
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