Prison Painting was secretly taken aback in his heart, but his face remained silent, for fear of alarming the extremely beautiful female ghost, and when the time came, he would play a live version of the painting skin for himself.

"You see, that table shows that not a single one has been sold for the time being, and you can choose all the houses at will." The prison painting gestured to Jimei to look at the watch on the wall.

Look, if no one buys it, it must not be a good thing. The prison painting hinted at it, but it was extremely beautiful but could not capture the meaning of her words at all, but sighed happily: "I am so lucky! You can choose whatever you want! ”

Prison Painting: "......"

"According to your requirements, I recommend this set of ......" out of desperation, the prison painting recommended a 300-square-meter garden-style house with a courtyard on two floors for Jimei. Although it is a little big for a single female ghost like Jimei, this room type is exactly the room type displayed in the sample room, which is consistent with the requirements of Jimei.

"Okay! How much? Jimei was clearly pleased with the suite, and there was a rare glint in her gray eyes, which she understood as joy for the time being.

"Because this house is a garden house, the upper and lower floors are designed with courtyards, and the price is higher than other suites, 231 square meters, 300 square meters, that is, 6.9 million." The prison painting trembled weakly. She deliberately doubled the price when she quoted, not to make money, but purely worried that if this crazy woman agreed and had to sign a contract, what should she do?

As expected, Jimei really frowned, and complained with a bitter face: "Why is it so expensive?"

"Because the location is good, the quality of the houses is high, and it is a high-end community, the price is naturally expensive." The prison picture does not change color.

"This ...... It's a little expensive. Jimei pouted, a little hesitant.

"yes, it's expensive. Many people have been in debt for decades in order to buy a house, just to support a house. It's so hard, and I don't know if it's worth it. Ay! The prison painting pretended to sigh with emotion. Who would have thought that after hearing this, Jimei suddenly said: "What you said is also true, since I can live in such a good house without going into debt, what is there to hesitate about!" Isn't it just hundreds of years of savings! Buy, buy, buy! ”

I'll go! Draw a stumbling block. Hundreds of years of savings? How many millions have been saved in hundreds of years, and if you dare to save 10,000 a year? Is that still so trenched?

Also, what the hell is buying, buying, buying? Buy a house, big sister! It's not about buying a bag of perfume cleanser! Is it really good to be so sloppy?

"Madam Jimei, do you want to think about it again?"

"That's it! When to get a house? ”

"You haven't seen the existing house yet. I don't have the key now, or, tomorrow during the day, you come, I'll take you to see the existing house and then sign the contract to pay? ”

Jimei didn't appreciate it, and insisted on signing the contract now. Jimei sighed, so she had to take Jimei to the signing office and turn on the computer to find the contract. After turning on the machine, she suddenly remembered that she had no authority to print the contract alone, and it had to be authorized by the accountant in charge.

Well, now that he has a serious excuse, he hurriedly explained to Jimei, saying that he couldn't print the contract by himself and needed someone else's authorization. As a result, Jimei listened for a long time, curiously touched the computer screen and mouse, and asked, "What is the contract?" What is printing? ”

Forehead...... He patted his head. Well, she forgot that the ghost in front of her was a ghost who died hundreds of years ago, how could she know about computer printers and contracts?

"A contract is a contract. Printing a contract is like writing a note. After signing the contract and you pay the money, I can apply for the real estate certificate for you, that is, the deed, before you can hand over the house. Do you understand? ”

"Understood." Jimei nodded like a good student. "Then we'll hurry."

Hurry? Hurry up what? Didn't you say you couldn't print it?! Prison Painting knows, and if she continues to talk about this extreme beauty, I'm afraid she will be forced to write the contract by hand, so she just pretends to look for it in the computer. As a result, she was really found.

Originally, this contract was bound to the system of the real estate bureau, and it was necessary to enter the login account to open it, but I didn't know how to look at it, and the system was easily clicked on.

Prison painting's heart moved, knowing that tonight's sales department has completely changed inside and out, and now that she can open it, it is not a real contract in the world, and it doesn't matter what the contract is. There was such a big mess in her own family, it can be said that the family was ruined, and now she is cornered by performance, she works so hard, but God is so unfair to her! Now it's hard to drop a customer from the sky, although it's a ghost, but it's also the first customer she has closed, what's there to worry about? Just sell it to her! Leave everything to fate!

As far as his mind came, his finger had already clicked on the contract and began to enter the required information for the contract.

Prison painting: "Name." ”

Extremely beautiful: "Extremely beautiful. Extreme pole, beautiful beauty. ”

Prison painting: "Date of birth." ”

Jimei: "Gengshen, the fourth year of Song Tianxi, the first day of June." ”

Prison Painting: "......"

Jimei: "What's wrong?" ”

Prison Painting: "Nothing. Ahem...... Well, the time of death ......" Thinking of this, the prison painting suddenly found that this contract is really not a human thing, and without registering the ID number, the time of birth and death, the current place of residence, and the place of work are registered......

Workplace?

Heheda, and the work unit? He looked at it and asked, "Where do you work?" ”

"In the ten halls of the underworld, the ghost is poor, and it is specially for file registration."

The painting is in a complicated mood, and it is extremely beautiful. Seriously, she is actually a little envious of Jimei now. Even the ghost has a job, and she is a civil servant, but she is so unique, she is already poor and white, not to mention that she can't find her own professional job, and she finally found it and has no performance, how can she be a "miserable" word?

In the end, Jimei was still worried about the decoration, so she insisted that the prison painting write the content and price of the lamps, beds and other supplies into the contract. There is no ambiguity in the prison painting, and all the formalities should be completed in accordance with the procedures, so that Jimei can go home and wait for the phone to receive the house.

After Jimei left, he suddenly felt extremely tired, stretched his waist, and fell asleep on the table.

When I woke up the next day, it was already work time. The prison painting was woken up by Chen Peipei.

He got up from the table and felt sore. As soon as she twisted her neck and stretched her muscles, Chen Peipei leaned up and asked curiously, "Prison painting, what happened to you yesterday?" Why are you asleep here? ”

"Yesterday I worked overtime and called, and I was so tired that I fell asleep." Prison Painting explained with a yawn. Then, she suddenly remembered last night's contract, and suddenly came to her senses, and found that the table in front of her was empty.

What about contracts? The first contract she signed with the ghost last night, which was originally on the table, why is it gone? She hurriedly stood up and looked around, which made Chen Peipei even more curious.

"What are you looking for?"

Remembering that it was Chen Peipei who woke her up, she hurriedly asked, "Peipei, did you see anything on the table when you woke me up?" ”

Chen Peipei blinked innocently, shook her head and said, "No." ”

It's not good to paint your heart, this contract won't be accepted by others, right? When she saw the ridiculous content in it, she must have thought that her brain was not normal.

After finishing his clothes, he suddenly realized that something was wrong around him. This is the office where their salesman usually makes phone calls. But she remembered that after Jimei left last night, she was obviously resting on her stomach on the desk in the signing office!

No wonder she just said that she fell asleep on the phone, Chen Peipei is not strange at all.

Seeing that she was stunned, Chen Peipei smiled and teased: "Prison painting, you can't have any strange dreams, right?" ”

Dream? The prison painting was shocked. That's right! If it's a dream, it all makes sense! She was on the phone in her office, tired, asleep, and then dreamed that a ghost came to buy a house and signed a contract. When she woke up, she was still in her office, and nothing had changed. She is still the same hapless and mediocre her, the embarrassing life continues, and everything is business as usual.

Yes, that's it. Prison Painting went to the bathroom to wash his face, and was about to adjust his state and continue to work, when he was blocked by Zhong Chuyan at the door of the bathroom.