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Seeing Lily's unkind expression, Wang Fan glared at her. Fortunately, only he could hear what she said, otherwise it would be really haunted. Wang Fan was also puzzled as to how Lily could understand Chinese.

Zhang Nan looked at Wang Fan and glared at him, but there was no one there! This immediately raised a question mark over her newly established affection for Wang Fan.

Looking back, he saw Zhang Nan's blank face. Wang Fan smiled, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, searched for a large real estate agency in New York City, picked out the one with the worst performance, and dialed the number passed.

Why pick the one with the worst performance? Of course, it's because those with high sales performance simply don't care about the small money of renting a house, so they often do it half-heartedly and find the one with the worst performance. It's different. When I heard on the phone that Wang Fan wanted to rent a house, I immediately asked Wang Fan now No matter where you are, you don’t have to leave the airport. The real estate agent will drive over to pick you up.

Wang Fan shook the phone in his hand and said to Zhang Nan, "Okay, it's done. Let's wait for the real estate agent! How about I buy you a cup of coffee."

Zhang Nan was a little shy and blushed, "How can you be so embarrassed?" There have been conversations in China about flirting, but they are not as straightforward as Wang Fan.

Wang Fan pushed his luggage and took Zhang Nan into a Starbucks. Starbucks is considered high-end in China, but it's really nothing in the United States. Even people begging on the street will come in and buy a cup of coffee to take away.

Sitting in the booth, Wang Fan used his hands to cover up the sugar packets, but Lily was mischievous again and kept putting sugar into the coffee.

Zhang Nan stirred the coffee with a straw, "How many years have you been in the United States? You look familiar."

"It's been almost three years and I haven't gone back. Has the motherland changed much?"

"Of course, especially in big cities, housing prices are skyrocketing. I really don't know if I will be able to afford one after I graduate."

Wang Fan nodded. Wang Fan knew the domestic housing prices. If it weren't for Lu not being able to return to China, he would have really wanted to invest in the property market in China.

"What major are you studying?"

"International Finance, I finally applied to be an exchange student at Columbia University. I came here in a daze. Thank you for your help. Let's do this. When I rent a house, I will treat you to dinner, but I can only go to a cheaper place. I don't have much money. ." Zhang Nan also saw that an ordinary cup of coffee costs five dollars, which is still the most popular. It is conceivable that consumption in New York is not even a bit higher than in China.

"Forget it about eating. I have some things to do when I come to New York. I will leave as soon as I rent a house for you." I can't do it without leaving! Lily was causing trouble around her, especially a little baby who actually saw Lily and screamed at her! His mother thought the baby was hungry!

"Wang Fan, did you see it? He can see me. It's amazing. He can see me."

Wang Fan lowered his voice and said, "What's so strange? A newborn's eyes are the purest, with innate aura, and can best see dirty things!"

Lily stood on her waist and stamped her feet, and said angrily, "Wang Fan, who are you calling the dirty guy? Tell me clearly!"

Wang Fan felt dizzy for a while. Arguing with a woman was a troublesome matter whether he won or lost, so he could only choose to remain silent.

"Were you talking to me just now?" Zhang Nan looked at Wang Fan and didn't hear clearly what he just said.

"I mean, the real estate agent might be here soon."

Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here, Wang Fan's butt is not yet hot! A middle-aged white man in a casual suit with sloppy hair opened the door of the coffee shop and came in. His eyes were looking around as if he was looking for someone.

Wang Fan waved, and the man immediately came over and handed over a business card without shaking hands. When Wang Fan saw it, he saw Tom, a real estate agent from a giant real estate agency in New York. Wang Fan wanted to ask him if Jerry was okay?

Tom straightened his messy clothes and wiped the sweat from his head. This was the first order of the month. March was about to pass and he had no results yet. He was about to be fired. He had to win this order. "Sir, I don't know whether you are buying a house or renting a house. If you have any requirements, feel free to ask. I have been working in the real estate industry for more than ten years and can meet your requirements through various channels."

Wang Fan looked at Tom from head to toe. He really didn't look like a senior agent. A real senior real estate agent was dressed better than an ordinary white-collar worker. It was rare to find someone as down and out as Tom.

Wang Fan introduced Zhang Nan to Tom, "She is the one who wants to rent a house. You can share the house but don't make it too messy. The location is best close to Columbia University, otherwise, choose something with convenient transportation. As for the rent, it can be cheaper." It couldn't be better." Zhang Nan kept nodding, and Wang Fan said everything she wanted to say.

Tom was a little downcast. He thought that Wang Fan, who was wearing a cool suit, was a man who was not short of money. He thought he had a big deal, but he didn't expect that he was a poor student who wanted to rent a house. The commission was not enough to pay for the car and gas!

"Okay, come with me!"

Tom drove a car with Wang Fan and the two of them in New York. From his mouth, he learned that there was no need to think about it next to Columbia. It belonged to Manhattan and the land was very expensive. You could only find a house in the lower town. During the chat, I also understood why Tom was so depressed. His wife was sick at home, and there were enemies in the company competing for business, which made Tom exhausted mentally and physically. After Wang Fan rejected Hell's Kitchen, Queens was the only place left, and he finally found a shared house. In an old-fashioned apartment on the second floor, the other tenant was also a college student and had a separate bathroom. Wang Fan made the decision for Zhang Nan.

Zhang Nan pulled Wang Fan's clothes and asked in a low voice, "Are you sure it's three hundred dollars a week and not a month?"

"Of course, what are you dreaming about! The prices in Hell's Kitchen are more expensive than you said."

Zhang Nan was completely speechless when Wang Fan said matter-of-factly. It costs eight to nine thousand yuan a month! The house was still only about ten square meters, and she regretted coming to the United States.

While Tom and Zhang Nan were discussing the contract, Wang Fan's cell phone rang. When he saw that the number belonged to Colson, Wang Fan immediately walked out and answered the phone.

"Hey"

"Why did you disappear after arriving in New York? Where are you now?"

Hearing Colson's somewhat anxious tone on the phone, Wang Fan stopped joking with him and said, "What, starting now?"

"It's not there yet. See you in Times Square at five o'clock in the evening. Don't be late. I'm counting on you."

"Thank you for your consideration. I think I've repaid the favor I owe you!"

"What a beautiful idea!" After saying this, Colson hung up the phone. Wang Fan shook his head, he really couldn't take the joke.

Just after answering the phone, Wang Fan saw Zhang Nan and Tom walking down the second floor. Looking at Tom's smile, the business was concluded.

"Miss Zhang, let me help you with your luggage." Tom, who finally got an order, didn't mind the small order anymore and wanted to show his courtesy. Unfortunately, he underestimated Zhang Nan's strength. A large suitcase was lifted from the trunk. He almost lost his waist.

On the narrow street, a convertible sports car roared past. A white man with a slicked back hair in the driver's seat whistled at Tom. After he finished blowing, he said arrogantly, "I thought you took some big orders, Tom." I advise you to resign voluntarily! You will save yourself from living like a mangy dog." After that, he drove away in his sports car, leaving Tom with an embarrassed look on his face.

Wang Fan walked over and patted Tom on the shoulder, "A person like this should beat him until he is scared."

Tom said a little lonely, "Forget it, Crook wasn't like this before, but he has changed now and has become money-worshiping. Maybe Sally chose me and he was stimulated. I think he will get better."

Every family has its own scriptures that are difficult to recite. Wang Fan doesn't have much to say, but he really hates arrogant people.

After rejecting Zhang Nan's invitation again, Wang Fan took Tom's ride to Times Square. Before leaving, Wang Fan gave him his phone number, hoping that he could say hello if he needed help.

It's not that I sympathize with him, but I really think highly of Tom's character. For such a small order, he ran around for an entire afternoon without any complaints. If it were Wang Fan, he might not be able to do it.