Chapter 20

After getting ready, I arrived at the sales office and changed into the sales uniform.

Soon, a customer came - a muscular, tattooed guy.

The other salespeople quickly pushed the customer towards me.

I enthusiastically went to greet him. After looking at the house plans, I was about to take the keys to show the guy around.

Unexpectedly, a thin, small girl walked over and pinched the tattooed guy hard: "You said you came to look at houses, but you're here to look at pretty girls, aren't you!"

Then she stared at me with hostility.

"You must be Mrs. Gold? Hello." I confidently went up to her. "Mr. Gold just looked at many house plans, I have them all here. Would you like to take a look now?"

You can't judge people by their appearance. Although the man looked fierce and the woman was petite, based on my experience, the one in charge at home must be the woman.

"Mrs. Gold, look, these two houses are quite nice. They face the sun on three sides and have large balconies..."

The tattooed guy was left alone on the side.

The other salesgirls nearby had a look of watching a good show, seemingly waiting for the tattooed guy to explode.

Unexpectedly, the tattooed guy looked at his wife adoringly, without saying a word. After a while, as if bored, he gruffly said to the other salesgirls in the distance:

"Bring two glasses of water."

Soon, two glasses of warm water were brought over tremblingly.

"Mrs. Gold, your husband is really gentle and considerate," I whispered to the girl.

She immediately blushed: "You're the first one to say that. Everyone around us was against us being together. We've been married for eight years now, and he's always been very good to me."

Their eyes met, and the tattooed guy pursed his lips, looking even fiercer, enough to make a child cry: "You're my woman, of course I'm good to you."

If it weren't for his ears turning red, I might have been scared too.

"Let's go take a look at the house," I took Mrs. Gold's hand.

On the way, Mrs. Gold asked me happily: "Are you filming a show? Why is someone always filming you? Are you a celebrity?"

I nodded.

"You're so pretty, and so nice. You must be very famous. I can't believe I just got out of the hospital and met a big star."

I patted her hand and mouthed to her, avoiding the camera: "I will be in the future."

Five minutes later, we sat in a tour car to the new house. It was a large flat, 240 square meters, luxuriously decorated.

I took the couple around, and the cameraman also did close-ups of the house.

Mrs. Gold said with a smile: "It looks suitable, I'll buy it. The commission should go to you, right?"

The tattooed guy frowned but didn't say anything.

I said: "Don't buy it. This is my first time seeing this house too, and it's not good."

Hearing this, Mrs. Gold looked at me puzzled, and the tattooed guy was also a bit surprised.

"This house was terrible," I said.