As soon as he entered the reception room, the strangely dressed "Mr. Jia's son" took out the smartphone in his pocket, sat on the sofa and played a game with his index finger exaggeratedly on its screen, without the slightest interest in participating in the conversation between the "father" and the "secretary" and the manager. In fact, Dante only came into contact with the world's popular smartphone for the first time this morning, and in his haste he only learned the game of "Temple Run". Shang Yiming had his first mobile phone in the summer vacation after he was admitted to university, and since then, until now, he has used a button mobile phone, because he is used to using it, and he feels that there is no problem with using this kind of mobile phone, and there is no need to replace it. I have to say that his fingers are not as sensitive as his vision, don't look at his vigorous strokes, his index finger is like a beat, if the manager and the sales lady are not opposite him, there is a chance to see that his display has shown "GameOver" 5 times in less than two minutes, and his grinning expression is completely bluffing. If the manager were standing behind him, he would say, "Hey, you're not as good as my 8-year-old son!"

The drunkard doesn't mean to drink, but Dante doesn't care how many times he dies in the temple. The smartphone is just a barrier that allows him to observe the entire sales office with his spare eyes.

Observe, this is the task assigned by "Mr. Jia" for his "son". In the hall just now, Dante, who was dancing with headphones plugged in, had already observed all the models, schematic diagrams, and photographs, and imprinted them deeply in his mind. He also "carelessly" scanned the faces in the hall one by one, and despite the large size of the place and the limited time that made it difficult to take in every face, he made targeted choices - some people were not the ones he was looking for on the mission just by looking at their clothes or companions, and he quickly eliminated them at a glance, and tried to keep his gaze on the faces that were worth investigating for a while. By the time he entered the reception room, there was not a single person in the hall whom he knew, and not a single face had ever appeared in his memory. But he won't be discouraged, he'll take the opportunity to scan and put these new faces in his mind. Similar to the kind of opportunity to accompany Zhuo Wu on the last street to bump into international human traffickers, Dante himself knows very well that in terms of the probability of success every time, his face recognition work often comes to nothing, and his motivation for perseverance is not success, at least not all of it, a large part of it is interest, the interest to play to his own strengths.

Since walking into the sales office, the sales lady has successively given "Mr. Jia" several promotional color pages in the process of explanation. She handed over a copy, and "Mr. Jia" looked at it with interest for a while, and then handed it to "Secretary Hu". When the reception room was seated, "Secretary Hu" casually spread the propaganda color pages neatly on the glass coffee table next to the seat. "Mr. Jia's son" finally got tired of playing the game, so he grabbed those color pages and looked at the relief. It didn't take long for the useful information on the coloring pages to escape his memory. At the same time, he heard the conversation between "Dad" and the manager and the sales lady continuing.

"Mr. Jia, I'll be honest with you. The fat manager wiped his glasses and said, "The residential building we built on the outskirts of the southern part of the city is not as good as the two sets she just introduced to you! You said that you want to be quiet and have few people, and I don't think you can be satisfied there. I suggest you take another look at the two sets of ...... she just recommended."

Mr. Jia snorted in his nose, and he just picked up the glass and took a sip of the sour plum soup poured by the sales lady -- at first, the poor sales lady brought them paper cups full of drinks, but was stopped by "Secretary Hu": "Wait, disposable paper cups contain paraffin, which is poisonous, don't you know? Please replace them with glass cups or porcelain teacups, if you don't have them, you don't have to pour them for us." At this moment, hearing "Mr. Jia" give instructions in a nasal voice, "Secretary Hu" raised his long legs in stockings slightly, and said to the manager: "I said manager, you still don't understand the needs of 'Mr. Jia'." When he asked you about a suburban house, he didn't mean an apartment-style residential building. When it comes to the quiet and beautiful environment, the most suitable should be a suburban villa. Doesn't you Shiheng have a project in this area, why do you bother to introduce us to residential buildings?" "Ah, ah, so you mean this. The manager was very disgraced by the lesson of "Secretary Hu", "This ...... The suburban villas are not the responsibility of me and our sales office, but if you are really interested, I can help you inquire. I know a little bit about this project, the villa area is in the east, but the houses were sold out in the last two years. However, some people may not buy it for living, and now they may want to change hands, so I can keep an eye on this for you, and notify you as soon as someone plans to sell it. ”

"Mr. Jia" looked quite displeased, he put down the water glass and said, "Manager, I'm not interested in second-hand villas. The manager was speechless. "If you buy a villa, it's not interesting to live in someone else's house, and if someone else's previous decoration doesn't suit your taste, wouldn't it be more troublesome? "Mr. Jia, this ...... I'm afraid I can't help ...... "Manager, I just said that your Shiheng business is national, and I don't necessarily have to pick your villa in Beijing. A friend in the business field told me that in the past two years, you seem to have worked on villa projects in the suburbs near Beijing. "Dad, you're almost done!" The "son" put his smartphone in his trouser pocket, shook his head impatiently at "Dad" and shouted, "One moment in the villa, one moment in the suburbs, and then even Beijing will not be in the middle of this! What are you tossing about? What's so good in the wilderness, where is there any excitement in the city?"

"Don't talk nonsense to me!" "Mr. Jia" understood that his "son" was shaking his head slowly, pretending to be annoyed. "Mr. Jia, don't worry, don't worry. Talk about business, talk about business. The intimate "Secretary Hu" held him his water cup. "Mr. Jia" drank the rest of the water, and the sales lady hurriedly picked up his cup to refill it. "Alas, this young man just thinks differently than we do. "Mr. Jia" resumed his solemn tone, and while talking to the manager, he pointed to "son", "I am lively enough, I am ready to hand over the stall to this stinky boy and go to the wilderness to enjoy Qingfu." "What's the matter with your stall, this kid can take it?" the manager asked in his heart.

The hungry Xingtian opened the lunch box, and the smell of the fat intestines came to his nose. "Won't you eat?" he asked White Snake, "I'm hungry." "No, it's time for me to go. I would like to tell you, let's eat less of this. Who knows if it's cleaned up or not. Even if you clean it up, these problems on your body, it's not good to eat too much. "Hehe, where are you Aunt Chen?" Xing Tian went into the kitchen to wash his hands, and looked at the table by the way, "You can also go back and eat, you have been here for 20 minutes." ”

White Snake asked while checking his belongings, "Where have you been in the morning?" I called the home landline before I left, but no one answered. "The night before yesterday, the foolish bus did something for me, and asked me to check the information of a few people with heads and faces. "Someone related to the 'Forbidden Land'?" "Yes. "What about you...... Going clubbing again?"

Xing Tianfang sent a big mouthful of rice into his mouth, and when the white snake said this, he almost choked himself. "The scar on my face isn't healed yet. Besides, there are so many people I can ask that I can't just look for them. It's just a few real estate developers, and I can get together with a public identity, resume and photo. Xingtian pressed his chopsticks and drooped his eyelids. "Uncle Xu, I'm sorry, I didn't hold my mouth. "The White Snake knows it's missing. "You, this mouth is getting more and more broken, you have to pay attention!" Xing Tian smiled bitterly and pointed at her with chopsticks, "Quick, go back to eat!"

Before opening the door of Xingtian's house, White Snake turned around and asked, "Do you need me to find an 'old friend' to help you inquire about the origin of those masked snitches?" "Don't go!" Xingtian was as stern and resolute as a warning, "You can't look for those miscellaneous pieces anymore no matter what, do you hear?" "Understood, Uncle Xu, don't worry, I promise never to look for them again." "I know you're trying to help me. His tone instantly soothed again, "However, the letter I reported to Yugong recently was only Chang Jinzhu'er who was sent home, and I haven't applied to him for the snitch's investigation yet, so I don't want to get other 'colleagues' involved first." I'll just go my way, it's really fine...... Let's go clubbing again. Speaking of this, both Xingtian and White Snake couldn't help but laugh.

"Manager, I am sincere about buying your Shiheng villa, so we might as well be open and honest...... Oh, thank you" "Mr. Jia" took over the water from the sales lady, "I have learned more through my friends that this suburban villa project in the field was originally an important investment for you, and you have also put a lot of effort into the development. But it's been almost two years since you let out the wind to build this villa, and I haven't seen your sales advertisements anywhere? I drove over there to look for the place where you want to build a villa, but I didn't find anything, and there was no sales office for you there, so I didn't have a place to ask. In the end, I thought, just go back to Beijing and find the place where you sell your house and ask directly. Just tell me honestly, do you have any villas for sale in the suburbs of other places, or what trouble did the project encounter when it was shelved, shelved and died?" "I'm sorry, Mr. Jia, you are not asking about the project we are responsible for selling, and we don't know the specific situation of it. "When lunch time came, the hungry experience lost patience and began to tactfully chase away customers. "Mr. Jia" muttered a few more words, made a look, and the three of them got up to say goodbye.

The manager hurried out. "Mr. Jia's son" shook to the side of the sales lady and said in a strange voice: "Miss, can I give you a business card of yours?" "Ah, what ......" "It's okay to leave a phone number." Don't be afraid, I just want to call you if my dad wants to buy a house one day. "Well, in fact, the villa your father wants to see ......" The sales lady's expression suddenly became sneaky, and she stared at the back of the manager who was getting away, "That villa is in the suburbs of Hebei, and it is indeed not built." But it's just that something has been delayed, and it hasn't been scrapped. "Oh, really?" "Really, if you ...... Your father is not in a hurry, wait a maximum of three months, and the construction and sale of this villa project will be in full swing. The sales lady presented her business card, "I have accurate information about this matter, and your father is interested, so call me." Sir, can you leave a phone number, or your father's. There's a new movement, I'll call you. ”

"Ah, okay. Dante's eyes were full of confidence, and she seemed to be sure of what she said. When he saw that she took out another business card and showed him the blank back, he took the pen and scribbled a number, and marked "Mr. Jia" on the back. "Mr. Jia, is this you or your father?" asked the sales lady. "What do you say?" said Dante, imagining the virtues of a playboy in movies and television, and smiled as if teasingly, "thank you, you have helped a lot." ”