Reaching the age of thirty, my income randomly doubled

Afternoon time.

Shen Jiayi, having taken the father and daughter duo to see houses all day, returned to her small agency.

She was immediately greeted with two mocking remarks from her colleagues.

"Isn't this Shen who hasn't sold a single property?"

"What happened with you today? I heard you even took them to see that siheyuan in Nanluo Gu Alley; did you manage to sell it or not?"

News sure travels fast.

Of course, that wasn't without reason.

It was mainly because Yang Wei, who had taken the bus with her, blabbed about it.

Shen Jiayi shook her head, "No, they said they need to consider it a bit."

"What a pretense," Yang Wei sneered. "Jiayi, I'm not trying to lecture you as a senior, but to succeed in our line of work, the most important thing is to have a keen eye, to judge people accurately, so you don't waste time.

"Look at the property prices in Capital City, even the most ordinary hundred-square-meter houses are six to seven million. If someone doesn't have the money, no matter how much they want it, they can't even afford the down payment.

"Yet there you go, boldly taking two people you met on the bus to see that top-tier building."

"You guys should give it a rest."

It was the senior sitting next to Shen Jiayi who cared more about her, asking curiously:

"Jiayi, you took them to see it all day, so how did it go?"

"It was alright."

Shen Jiayi said, "It's just that the kid really liked it. Her dad didn't say much, but that girl An'an said she'd bring her mom over in the evening and buy the place."

"Cut it out,"

Yang Wei scoffed, "You don't know that little girl, such a big talker, catching a two-dollar bus and all she talks about is Rolls Royce and LaFerrari."

The senior didn't pay him any mind; that man had sold two properties and now acted like he was something. She looked at Shen Jiayi beside her and asked, "Is that true?"

Shen Jiayi nodded her head, "Yeah, that girl did exaggerate a bit, but I feel like everything she said is probably true."

"Sigh," the senior patted her shoulder in consolation, "Don't rush it. Who isn't trying to sell that siheyuan? A three-percent commission on sales is indeed tempting, but that kind of property really isn't something people like us can sell."

A luxury home worth two hundred million—if they could sell it, they would earn a commission of six million each. Who wouldn't want to sell that?

The key was having the ability to actually sell it.

After a brief understanding, she felt there was no play, of course, she hadn't had much hope to begin with.

"Senior, that little girl's family really..."

Shen Jiayi really wanted to say that the little girl's family could possibly be very well-off.

Too bad, in this tiny agency, there wasn't a single believer.

Nearly impossible for them to believe.

That a person met on the bus could afford a two hundred million yuan mansion.

As the sun was about to set.

Chen An'an, who had been treated as a poor girl all day, finally couldn't resist showing off big time.

First, she had to make a grand entrance.

As the car neared the destination, Chen An'an said, "Mom, that sister's company is right there, let's take the convertible Rolls Royce over."

Chen An'an successfully called her mother, Song Yanxi.

Who also specifically drove the newly bought blue Phantom convertible sports car.

Though the heavens weren't cooperating, not a gust of wind in sight.

Not enough to flutter her slightly curly hair.

But no worries, that wouldn't stop the naturally brilliant Chen An'an, who took out a mini electric fan from her pocket.

Once she turned it on,

the wind... came just like that.

"Damn, you guys need to see this, what's going on here?"

"Holy crap, two Rolls Royce Phantom convertibles with open doors, one LaFerrari, and one F12."

"What kind of godly lineup is this?"

With a snort, Chen An'an, who had been wronged all day, would have to max out her entrance coolness.

She purposefully drove all the luxury cars from her house over.

They were parked in a row, but Song Yanxi was rather helpless.

She simply wanted to look at houses; could she help it if her daughter loved drama?

"Incredible, Yang Wei, you've got to come out and see this."

"What's with the fuss?"

"Come out and you'll see."

As Yang Wei stepped outside, he happened to see Chen An'an, who had just put on big sunglasses.

Trying to look cool with her chubby face, she said, "Please inform Sister Shen Jiayi that I, Chen An'an, have come with three little billions to buy her house."

"What?"

"Isn't she the same little girl we were just talking about?"

"How could it not be her, it's definitely her."

Shocked to his core, Yang Wei could have stuffed two hens in his mouth, his regret maxing out instantly.

If he had known this girl wasn't bluffing, he would have run until his legs broke off to personally show her the houses.

Now what could he do?

It seemed she only recognized Shen Jiayi.

Nevertheless, he still wanted to try.

Yang Wei stepped forward and said, "She happens to be busy; if you want to buy a house, you can come to me. I can definitely give you a better deal than her."

"Shut up,"

Chen An'an huffed, clearly remembering the man who had cursed at her on the bus.

"Do you think I need a discount when buying a house? It's my dad's money, not mine, what good does a discount do me?"

Well now, in one sentence she completely exposed herself.

Seeing her dad say nothing, Chen An'an felt much more at ease.

Yang Wei knew he couldn't fool her any longer.

He could only helplessly call Shen Jiayi out from inside.

Shen Jiayi was still completely clueless.

Primarily, it was because Chen An'an made quite the entrance.

She managed to attract the attention of everyone on their street.

"Sister Shen Jiayi, you are the only person in the crowd who recognized my unique temperament. To show my appreciation,"

"Dad, swipe the card."

Chen Pingsheng had an agreement with her, primarily because she had been so upset that morning.

He promised her he would try his best to satisfy her small requests for showing off.

Bringing all the family cars was the first small condition, and now this was the second.

"How much?"

"Three billion!"

"How much?" Chen Pingsheng almost thought he was hard of hearing.

"If not three billion, two billion is also okay."

Chen An'an felt her father's gaze wasn't quite right, but she still forced herself to keep up the pretense.

With so many people watching!

How embarrassing it would be to lose face.

After a stern look from Chen Pingsheng finally settled the spoiled brat down, he turned to Shen Jiayi and said:

"This is my wife and our child's mother. Please bring the homeowner here. If she likes the Siheyuan, I can pay the full amount immediately."

No need for doubts, he was truly a big shot.

Shen Jiayi's senior couldn't decide whether to say she was just immensely lucky or had really blessed by the gods that day and then stepped in dog poo by accident.

Otherwise, how could she encounter such an incredibly fortunate event?

When it came to buying a home, the real decision-maker was Song Yanxi.

Chen Qi, Chang Fu, and Zhang Tao also came to take a look, primarily because a two billion worth house was simply astronomical.

In their lifetimes, they had never even dreamed of living in a two billion worth house; they certainly had to see it for themselves.

Shen Jiayi rode in the passenger seat of Song Yanxi's Phantom with considerable restraint.

Upon their arrival, they parked the cars outside. There was no denying that the 780-square-meter Siheyuan in Nanluo Gu Alley truly had an unparalleled charm.

Though a bit weathered.

At one glance, it still exuded the noble aura of the end of the Qing Dynasty.

The pavilion in the courtyard, the antique path leading to the yard, and even the large trees standing square in all directions.

There were over a dozen rooms, more than enough for any number of people.

If that old dust could be cleared away and it was renovated, it would be beyond beautiful.

The place was quite suitable for living and for retirement.

"Husband, I really like it."

"If you like it, then let's buy it."

...

Evening.

Shen Jiayi was completely dumbfounded.

So much so, that when she returned to her real estate agency, she hadn't yet realized why her colleagues were still there.

Actually, for real estate agents like them, timing is quite flexible.

Mostly they're always running around outside.

Either they're taking clients to view houses, or they're out looking for clients.

Those are the two main things.

Senior Qi Min stood up and asked her, "Jiayi, did you sell it?"

Shen Jiayi nodded, "The moment that man's wife gave her approval, I thought my heart was going to leap out."

"She agreed, and he's really able to produce two billion in full payment?"

Yang Wei was still obsessing over this, feeling like he had a million grass mud horses running through his heart.

It was even more distressing than seeing a brother who had grown up with you suddenly get rich.

"Yes."

A simple word, but filled with meaning.

Yang Wei truly felt sheepish now.

He just slumped lifelessly in his chair.

It was senior Qi Min who was the first to stand up and applaud:

"Congratulations, Jiayi, on closing a deal on a top-quality property. Not only will you get a six million commission, but you'll also become the star of our head office tomorrow."

Even those who had previously mocked her could no longer laugh.

They were stunned.

Yang Wei was not satisfied; he had always been most confident about his insight, claiming that he could sniff out who was wealthy and who wasn't within ten meters.

Today, he had unexpectedly been beaten by a little girl.

"I want to ask, how did you realize that little girl was a rich man's daughter?"

"I didn't really notice."

Shen Jiayi sincerely replied, "The camera hanging from the little girl's neck, my college roommate happened to own one, she said it was 110,000, and also, her pants, though they looked tattered, are actually from Balenciaga, I think they're over 9,000 a pair."

"I thought, any girl casual enough to wear more than a hundred thousand in gear surely wouldn't come from a family that couldn't afford a house."

"You…"

Yang Wei was so frustrated he could spit blood, secretly cursing her for being manipulative. She didn't share such important information with him, her senior, making him miss out on a few million.

"Sometimes, you really can't rely too much on what your eyes see."

The senior took the opportunity to comment, "When we see someone taking the bus, we instinctively think they're poor and can't afford a house, and at that moment you might not believe anything they say."

"And just like that, opportunity passes you by."

"Sister, honestly, I was just really lucky."

Shen Jiayi laughed, her smile especially joyful.

The heavy burden that had been pressing on her chest had finally lifted.

Selling luxury houses is like this, you might not make a deal for three years, but when you do, it feeds you for three years.

Who knows where the next piece of good luck lies?