She watched Qi Sheng drive away in his Cullinan.
Xue Zhongyun couldn't figure out why she hadn't closed the deal.
Back at the sales office, her closest colleague, Chen Jing, came over to gossip.
"Sister Yun, how did it go?"
"Don't ask. He wasn't happy with the discount. I think the deal is dead."
Xue Zhongyun had a pained expression on her face. This emotional roller coaster of soaring hopes and crushing disappointment was truly awful.
"How could that be?"
Chen Jing's face was full of disbelief.
"Don't you know him? How could you not have sealed the deal?"
"The guy drives a Cullinan that costs nearly ten million. Buying a large flat in our Huayue Mansion should be child's play for him."
"I'm really not kidding. Help me figure this out."
Looking utterly dejected, Xue Zhongyun recounted the entire viewing process in painstaking detail.
"Your presentation was fine, so it probably wasn't your fault."
