Chapter 87: Good Days Are for Buying Houses

The next morning, the sun was shining and the breeze was gentle.

Zhang Yang checked the calendar-good, it was an auspicious day, perfect for handling a property transaction.

He immediately called Luo Xinyu.

“Already giving me a call?” Luo Xinyu said, sounding groggy from just waking up.

“About the house-are you free today?” Zhang Yang asked directly.

“You wake me up this early, don’t apologize, and act all justified about it? If it were anyone else, I’d hang up and block them. But it’s you,” Luo Xinyu laughed lightly.

“Fine, you set the time then.”

“Let’s say ten in the morning, at the Cornerstone Real Estate office to sign the contract,” Zhang Yang checked the time.

“Wait… you’re going to hang up already? No small talk, just straight to business?” Luo Xinyu called after him.

“What small talk?” Zhang Yang chuckled.

Luo Xinyu now wasn’t just cold outside and warm inside-she was clingy and haughty. He dared not provoke her.

And he only had himself to blame for drinking last night-now look at the consequences.

“Just a little small talk. I can tell you’re not incapable, just unwilling. What? I’ve never met your girlfriend, but what makes her better than me? Not even a glance?” Luo Xinyu said softly.

Holding his phone, Zhang Yang thought if he weren’t buying a house from her, he wouldn’t have the patience to listen this long.

“Still listening?” Luo Xinyu noticed he hadn’t replied and asked.

“I’m listening,” Zhang Yang replied.

“Forget it, you clearly didn’t pay attention anyway. Fine, just meet as planned,” she said, then hung up.

Zhang Yang exhaled, relieved. This girl’s pride ran deep-being treated coldly like this, she wouldn’t pester him.

Before leaving, he scrolled through his feed and saw a high school classmate post pictures of an engagement party and a newly acquired property certificate.

In the photos, the girl was beautiful, covering her mouth in joy.

The classmate knelt on one knee, presenting the property certificate and a ring box beside it.

Likes and comments flooded in:

Congrats! Last time you mentioned a 150-square-meter (~1,615 sq ft) property in the Gusu district, impressive!

The bride’s family isn’t lacking either; the dowry included a shop!

Power couple! Our class really produces people who make it big.

Zhang Yang, noticing Chen Zhuo was in Gusu, messaged him out of curiosity.

“Didn’t know, huh? Thought Zhou Shanshan and Luo Yuan’s wedding was low-key, but Wang Chengcheng really takes the cake-paid several million cash for a house in Gusu casually. Insane wealth.”

“The bride’s family is business-savvy too, buying a shop outright. Just the rent alone brings in hundreds of thousands annually.”

“Compared to them, I’m basically a nobody,” Chen Zhuo lamented.

“Zhang Yang, you feel me, right? We have to work hard; otherwise, how do we compare?”

Chen Zhuo’s point: empathize. But Zhang Yang wasn’t sure how-he was soon to own a luxury property worth over a hundred million.

“Reasonable enough,” Zhang Yang replied dryly.

He couldn’t just type yes, yes either; that would be disrespectful.

“Alright, I need to get back to work. You probably have your store to run. Good luck! Hope you and your girlfriend are happy together,” Chen Zhuo signed off.

With Chen Zhuo gone, Zhang Yang focused on his own affairs-like spending over a hundred million to buy a riverside mansion at COFCO Seaview No. 1.

At a coffee shop, Pei Xiaoru sat exasperated.

Beside her was her cousin, also working in Shanghai.

The cousin had supposedly invited her for coffee but had secretly arranged a surprise: introducing her to a promising young man.

“Cousin, are you serious? I don’t want a blind date. I’m this beautiful-why would I struggle in love?” Pei Xiaoru said helplessly.

“This isn’t the same. Those chasing you before weren’t impressive. But today’s guy? He’s in demand, and I could only get you here at the last minute,” her cousin smiled, appraising her.

Good, good-no preparation, showing Pei Xiaoru’s natural charm.

“Ha, how in-demand could he be?” Pei Xiaoru wasn’t interested.

Having seen her old classmates’ quality, she knew even the decent men out there were nothing compared to them.

“In your eyes, you’re picky. You’ll see what true excellence is when you meet him,” her cousin said mysteriously.

After a while, the cousin glanced at her phone and nudged Pei Xiaoru’s leg.

“He’s here.”

“Fine, let’s see.” Pei Xiaoru rolled her eyes.

Soon, a fair-skinned, refined young man approached their table.

Her cousin immediately introduced them.

“This is my cousin, Pei Xiaoru. Xiaoru, this is Little Yang, Yang Song.”

Pei Xiaoru nodded, maintaining her aloof demeanor.

Yang Song, however, looked at her with genuine admiration.

“May I introduce myself first?” Yang Song smiled, unfazed by her coolness.

“Go ahead,” Pei Xiaoru said.

He spoke naturally, detailing his background: prestigious school, excellent job, family wealth. Individually impressive, together irresistible.

Initially reluctant to come-after all, she was just a realtor-but meeting her changed his mind.

Beautiful women were rare these days.

Looks aside, finding an exceptional boyfriend wasn’t surprising.

“If we end up together, I’ll handle household expenses. You can work part-time or find a relaxed job; my income is sufficient,” he added subtly.

Pei Xiaoru listened silently, unmoved.

“I’ve explained myself. Your turn,” Yang Song said.

“You’re impressive, but honestly, I’m busy building my career. I’m not considering a relationship now,” Pei Xiaoru said, as her cousin nudged her leg again.

“Don’t take her words too seriously. Everyone’s just getting to know each other,” her cousin urged.

Yang Song nodded calmly.

“I understand your focus on work. But the real estate business… I know some agents, everyone dreams of selling luxury homes and earning huge commissions,” he explained.

Pei Xiaoru stayed silent, listening.

“However, how many agents in Shanghai? How many luxury homes? The odds are slim, so I think…” he concluded tactfully.

“You mean I need to be realistic, not chase fantasies?” she asked.

“Not exactly,” he replied apologetically.

Her cousin couldn’t hold back: “Xiaoru, haven’t you sold luxury properties in Shanghai these years? Little Yang is right-you have to aim high and keep moving forward!”

“Who says I can’t sell luxury homes?” Pei Xiaoru retorted, frustrated.

Yang Song and her cousin exchanged amused glances. Pei Xiaoru had the stubborn charm of a child.

“Xiaoru, we don’t underestimate you. It’s just that this industry is hard,” Yang Song explained.

“Exactly, it’s tough,” her cousin agreed.

Pei Xiaoru felt defiant, planning to ask Zhang Yang directly about when he’d buy a house.

Then her eyes froze. A message had just arrived-Zhang Yang asking if she was at the store.

She sent her location, and he said he’d pick her up on the way.

“I can sell luxury homes! My client is here!” she exclaimed, excitement uncontrollable.

Her cousin and Yang Song exchanged bewildered looks.

“Clients arriving isn’t unusual…” her cousin muttered.

“Not usual-this client is here to buy! Ten o’clock at the store. A one-hundred-million-yuan house! Do you understand?” Pei Xiaoru said, abandoning her aloof act.

“Really?” her cousin asked, stunned.

“Of course. He’s coming to pick me up for the store,” Pei Xiaoru said, her cheeks flushed from excitement.

Yang Song stood beside her, mouth dry. Seeing her reaction, it was clearly real. One hundred million yuan in property, with a 1% commission each side-that meant two million yuan just in commission.

“Xiaoru, I-”

“Enough. I didn’t plan a blind date. This was just a misunderstanding, a last-minute push. That’s it, thanks,” she said, looking at her phone. Zhang Yang was almost there.

“The client’s here. We’re done here,” she waved and left immediately.

Yang Song and her cousin exchanged glances, getting up to follow.

Outside, they stopped in their tracks.

Yang Song was dumbfounded, staring at the young man who had just stepped off a Cullinan, and Pei Xiaoru, once aloof, now stood shyly and admiringly by his side.

“That’s… her client?” Yang Song clenched his fists, muttering to himself.

Beside him, his cousin couldn’t believe her eyes either.

Could this really be just a client relationship? Look at her cousin almost pressed up against him-there was nothing pure about that.

Not far away, Zhang Yang opened the passenger-side door of the Cullinan.

“Get in.”

“Mm.” Pei Xiaoru nodded firmly, her heart filled with excitement and joy.

A one-hundred-million-yuan mansion! How much would the commission be? Oh no, what if I suddenly lose the drive to work hard?

Zhang Yang drove on, watching Pei Xiaoru’s excited expression in the passenger seat, amused.

Then he thought, why should she have all the excitement? He wasn’t exactly calm either-thrilled at the thought of acquiring the COFCO Seaview No. 1 luxury mansion.

Outside, the sun shone brightly and the air was crisp.

Everything today seemed so beautiful.

Zhang Yang sped along, the windows down, feeling the sun and the breeze, and finally arrived at the Cornerstone Real Estate Pudong branch.

Inside, the office was buzzing.

Pei Xiaoru’s client had recently sold a commercial property worth over twenty million at this branch. Today, the same client had turned buyer, ready to purchase a COFCO Seaview No. 1 mansion valued at over a hundred million.

Oh my! What did this mean?

It meant a million-yuan commission, it meant everyone in the company would be talking about the Pudong branch, talking about Pei Xiaoru.

It meant that the whole Shanghai real estate industry might mention it today: so-and-so company, so-and-so agent, sold a hundred-million-yuan mansion, earned how much in commission.

“He’s here! Mr. Zhang is here!” At their desks, some agents craned their necks, spotting the figure stepping out of the Cullinan.

“Pei Xiaoru’s here too, in the same car as Mr. Zhang!”

The glass doors opened, and the branch manager rushed forward, smiling from ear to ear.

“Mr. Zhang, welcome, welcome. It’s good to see you again.”

Zhang Yang glanced at the manager, full of ingratiating flattery, nodded, and, flanked by Pei Xiaoru and the others, walked straight into the office.

Inside, agents poured tea and water for the arriving clients-until an Aston Martin pulled up outside.

“An Aston Martin DBX… could that be the property owner?”

Everyone saw a strikingly tall woman step out of the flashy Aston Martin, wearing sunglasses.

Though only her fair jaw beneath the shades was visible, it was clear she was an unmistakable beauty.

Crowned with the halo of a one-hundred-million-yuan mansion owner, she was a goddess at first glance.