The moment they left the sales office, Xue Zhongyun became the center of attention.
She was showered with applause and flattery.
"Yunyun, you're amazing! You've definitely locked up the top sales spot for this month."
"Damn, her commission alone is 210,000. I wish a top-tier rich kid would take a liking to me, too. He wouldn't even have to be as handsome as that one."
"Looks don't pay the bills, but if a guy is tall, rich, *and* handsome? Forget being his mistress, I'd gladly be his maid."
Watching her colleagues swoon one after another, Chen Jing found she could understand them.
For women in real estate, especially those selling luxury properties, how many didn't dream of becoming a rich man's wife?
In most cases, the best they could hope for was a designer bag.
A generous patron might give them a few hundred thousand as a parting gift.
Xue Zhongyun's face lit up with joy from her colleagues' flattery, but she still had her wits about her.
