"Ms. Zhang, are you really not considering renting out this storefront?" Xu Ming's expression darkened as he asked. "Didn't I tell you to use it yourself?" Zhang Yuxia replied somewhat impatiently. "Alright, then we'll be leaving first," Xu Ming said, sensing Zhang Yuxia's impatience and knowing that she was giving him the hint to leave. There was no point in staying longer, so he stood up to depart. Although Zhang Wei already knew the real reason for Ms. Zhang's price increase, he couldn't reveal it to Xu Ming at this moment, so he had no choice but to follow the others out of the storefront. "Manager Xu, I think this storefront is quite suitable. It's just a pity that the owner suddenly wants to use it themselves," Murong Xuan said with a hint of disappointment. She liked the location, size, and decoration of the storefront, and had even been planning how to arrange the shop, but in the end, they didn't reach an agreement. "Yes! Zhang Wei, how did you find this property? How can the owner just decide not to rent it out like that! It's such a waste for Miss Murong and us to follow you all the way," Guo Bin said in a lecturing tone, but inside he was overjoyed. Since Murong Xuan was not renting Zhang Wei's property, there was a chance she might rent the one he found, and how could he not be pleased? "This can't be blamed on Zhang Wei. He hasn't closed a single deal since he joined our company, so naturally, he doesn't know how to communicate with the owner. Let's take Miss Murong to see other storefronts!" Wang Min said with a slight smile on her face, seemingly helping to explain for Zhang Wei, but in reality, she was subtly mocking his poor business skills, with an even more malicious intent than Guo Bin. "Alright, let's not talk about it anymore."

"Wang Min, you lead the way in front and show Miss Murong the storefront you found," Xu Ming frowned, glanced at Zhang Wei, shook his head, and said. "Zhang Wei, you go back to the store first! Miss Murong doesn't need you to lead the way, and don't forget to order me a spicy beef tenderloin rice bowl for lunch," Guo Bin deliberately walked to the back, patted Zhang Wei's shoulder, and said arrogantly. Seeing Guo Bin's posture, a fire surged up in Zhang Wei's heart, and he felt like punching Guo Bin in the face right then and there. wasn't Guo Bin just someone who had come two days earlier and closed a few small deals? Now he dared to ride roughshod over him. If it weren't for Murong Xuan and Xu Ming being present, he would have slapped Guo Bin's face. This kid was too damn asking for it. Zhang Wei glanced at the people who were leaving slowly, then looked at the storefront behind him, closed his eyes in silence for a moment, turned around, and walked back to the storefront. Since he had seen through Sister Zhang's idea of selling the house, he planned to persuade her to give up selling it, so as to facilitate Murong Xuan's lease of this storefront. As long as Zhang Wei could close this deal, he would have a performance of one hundred thousand yuan, an income of thirty thousand yuan, and would not be fired by the company. He could also vent his anger and no longer fear being ostracized by Guo Bin and Wang Min, who teased him for never having closed a deal. "Sister Zhang, if I'm not mistaken, the decoration style of this storefront should be the Mediterranean style, right?"

Zhang Wei stood at the entrance of the store, speaking with a hint of envy in his tone. This envy was not feigned; he truly admired the store and had a good understanding of its decoration style. "Xiao Zhang, not bad, you have a good eye! This store was designed by a professional designer, and it's indeed in the Mediterranean style," Sister Zhang said with a touch of pride in her voice. "Sister Zhang, your renovation must have cost at least three to four hundred thousand, right?" Zhang Wei exclaimed in surprise, deliberately inflating the price a bit. "That designer is my friend, and the total cost was only two hundred thousand," Zhang Wei's words clearly hit Sister Zhang's sweet spot. Getting a great deal on something valuable is something every woman takes pride in. "Tsk, the locations of the street-facing shops around here are all good. I have several clients interested in buying stores who have offered up to fifty thousand per square meter, but not a single owner is willing to sell. You were able to buy this store ahead of time, you really do have a good eye," Zhang Wei shifted the conversation to the topic of housing prices. "Fifty thousand per square meter? Are the housing prices around here really that high?" Sister Zhang asked in surprise. Zhang Wei's observation using his 'mind-reading' skills was correct. The phone call Sister Zhang had just received was indeed from someone interested in buying her store, offering a price of forty-six thousand one per square meter, and she had already agreed to the offer, which is why she refused to rent out the property. Now, hearing that Zhang Wei said no one would sell even at fifty thousand per square meter, how could she not be astonished? "Sister Zhang, let me tell you, not to mention fifty thousand, even higher prices might not necessarily find a seller,"

Zhang Wei said mysteriously, "Actually, to dissuade Sister Zhang from selling the house, I deliberately raised the selling price a bit." "Why? The housing prices aren't that high now!" Sister Zhang said, puzzled. "This area will have a subway in the future. Once the subway is operational, the housing prices around here will definitely double. Do you think anyone would be willing to sell?" Zhang Wei said. "If that's the case, why are there still people selling houses in this community? I remember the store next door just changed hands, didn't it?" Sister Zhang questioned. "Moreover, if no one around here is willing to sell their houses, you intermediaries can't possibly survive just by renting them out." "Sister Zhang, those who are selling houses now are people who urgently need money, either they've gone bankrupt in business or have other issues—in plain terms, they're poor. Rich people are all waiting for the houses to appreciate. Who would sell?" Zhang Wei said. "By the way, there's another type: those who are short-sighted and don't understand the real estate market. Once they sell their house and the prices go up, they'll regret it deeply sooner or later." "Sister Zhang, are you considering selling your house?" Zhang Wei asked with his mouth wide open. "If you do sell, I have a client who wants to buy a storefront." "No, why would I sell a storefront! Just like you said, those who sell houses now are poor and short-sighted. I... I wouldn't sell my house," Sister Zhang said, straightening up and waving her hands as if she was very afraid that Zhang Wei would misunderstand her intention to sell the house. She muttered to herself: "This little Wang, no wonder he's so eager to buy my house. It turns out he found out my house will appreciate and is treating me as a fool. Hmph."

" Sister Zhang, if you don't sell this house, and keep it for your own business, it will appreciate in value sooner or later," Zhang Wei asked. "By the way, what kind of business do you plan to do with this storefront?" "Well... What do you think would be a good business to do?" Sister Zhang showed a hint of embarrassment on her face. She had actually planned to sell the house, and the so-called keeping it for her own use was purely a lie. How could she know what kind of business to do with it? "Sister Zhang, don't be angry when I say this, but you have the fate of a pampered lady. It would be better to rent out the storefront. Running your own business is so troublesome!" Zhang Wei said. "Zhang Wei, according to what you say, I shouldn't keep it for my own use, but should rent out the storefront instead?"

Sister Zhang hesitated for a moment. What Zhang Wei said about the house prices going up really struck a chord with her, dispelling her idea of selling the house and reigniting her thoughts of renting out the storefront again. What Zhang Wei had just said was seventy percent true and thirty percent false. It was indeed true that the subway was going to be extended near this neighborhood, but it was unlikely to be operational within a year or two. However, the rise in housing prices was certain, so it couldn't really be considered lying. Moreover, the price of forty-six thousand yuan per square meter for a storefront on the street was indeed somewhat low. The reason Zhang Yuxia didn't doubt Zhang Wei's words was that she had never told Zhang Wei that she wanted to sell the storefront, and Zhang Wei was young and didn't seem like someone who was deeply calculating. She thought Zhang Wei's advice was sincere, and since she had also heard about the subway extension, she believed what Zhang Wei said, which also gave her a good impression of Zhang Wei himself. "Zhang Wei, since even you think that I, Sister Zhang, am not suitable for doing business, then I might as well rent out this storefront. As long as the rent exceeds ninety-eight thousand yuan per month, I'll rent it out," Zhang Yuxia said after some thought. She didn't care much about an extra thousand or a thousand less; the key was that if the rent was lower than the previous tenant, it would feel uncomfortable to her no matter what. "Sister Zhang, don't worry! I will definitely help you rent out this storefront."

Hearing that Zhang Yuxia was planning to rent out the store again, and the price of ninety-eight thousand yuan was within Murong Xuan's budget, Zhang Wei couldn't help but feel delighted. Now he only hoped that Murong Xuan had not yet found a suitable store. ... However, unlike Zhang Wei's optimism, the atmosphere in the Zhongtong store was somewhat heavy. Xu Ming had taken Murong Xuan to see three other stores before returning to the Zhongtong agency's store, but none of those three stores had piqued Murong Xuan's interest. She still wanted to rent Zhang Yuxia's store. "Manager Xu, I think the three stores we saw later are not as good as the first one we looked at. Could you help me communicate with the owner again?" Murong Xuan asked, sitting on a single sofa and holding a disposable paper cup. Guo Bin and Wang Min were also sitting in the store with gloomy faces. Murong Xuan had already seen the stores they found, but their locations were too remote, and no one was interested, so naturally, there was no chance for them. "Do you know where Zhang Wei is? Call him and have him find out more about that store, see if the owner still wants to rent it out," Xu Ming said. Although she didn't have much hope for that store, since the client had brought it up, she naturally had to communicate with the owner again. "Store manager, what's the use of calling Zhang Wei! Sister Zhang has already said she won't rent it out," Wang Min pouted and said. "Exactly, if that fool Zhang Wei could persuade the owner to rent out the store, I'd be willing to call him my godfather!"

With a grand sweep of his hand, Guo Bin spoke with considerable flair. "Pfft," Guo Bin's words tickled everyone's funny bone, and even Murong Xuan couldn't help but laugh. Guo Bin was only a year younger than Zhang Wei, and if he really acknowledged Zhang Wei as his godfather, he would surely end up at a disadvantage! "Well, Sister Zhang, whether or not I can have a godson depends entirely on your decision now," Zhang Wei said, having persuaded Sister Zhang to rent out the storefront and bringing her back to the Zhongtong store. As they approached the store entrance, they overheard the previous conversation, and Zhang Wei playfully teased Zhang Yuxia beside him.