"Mr. Han, you're truly honorable!"
Wang Xiaotian gave a thumbs-up, slathering on flattery as if it cost him nothing.
"This really solves a big problem for us. Rest assured, we'll handle the service fees ourselves. I'll transfer the 1,000,000 deposit you advanced and December's rent over to you right away!"
Oh, please, don't thank me, brother—I'm unworthy of it...
Even without considering any discount cards, the actual rent Han Lie paid was only 5,760,000 a year.
Now, by subletting it for 6,000,000 a year, not only was he not losing money, but he was actually making a profit.
If I factor in the 20% discount from that dedicated hotel card... Good heavens, I'll recoup the costs in just two months! Earning a net 5,000,000 a year—who could beat that?
Moreover, the most important thing wasn't the money, but expanding his social network.
These rich second-generation kids were a bit unruly, but their families still held considerable power.
