1949, Christmas Eve.

"Mr. Smith, this house is transparent and well-located, with a balcony facing Central Park, 5 minutes out to Times Square..."

"Alright, alright." Smith rudely interrupted Paul's rambling, "Oh yes, the house smells musty, and no one has lived in it for a long time." ”

The conversation was interrupted, but Paul still maintained the eight-tooth smile of professional sales, and did not have the slightest impatience.

"Mr. Smith, the last tenant only moved out three days ago, and he's a very particular person, you see, this house is very well maintained, oh yes, the former tenant is also an executive at Mobil headquarters, maybe you can still be in the company..."

"Am I here to make friends with a former tenant?" Smith interrupted Paul again, "I'm here to rent a house!! ”

Paul confidently said, "And I assure you, this is the best house you'll find in the whole of Manhattan." ”

"Huh, okay? Where's the good? Smith looked around disdainfully, "Such a small house, it actually costs 215 US dollars a month, and I can rent a villa in New Jersey for this money." ”

"Mr. Smith, you also said that this is New Jersey, and this is Manhattan, if you really like New Jersey that much, you won't apply to transfer to Mobil's New York headquarters."

After a pause, Paul continued, "You have just been transferred to Mobil headquarters, and renting a decent house is not only for comfort and convenience, but also for your new colleagues to have a party, which will help you in your popularity and your future development." ”

Hearing this, Smith's tone became even worse: "How... I also want you to teach how to mix in the workplace? ”

"Don't dare, I'm just making a suggestion... However, if you think this house is too expensive, I can recommend it to you again..."

"What the fuck are you talking about, I'm going to be scared of expensive? I'm telling you, if I want, I can buy this house. Smith said arrogantly, "I don't think this house is worth it, and besides, I think you're very unpleasant." ”

Instead of getting angry, Paul laughed widen.

"I know your heart very well, a customer like you, I will always meet every three errands, you are nothing more than trying to bully and bully Paul, the war hero who once swept the country. Tibbetts, and get some morbid pleasure from it. ”

That's exactly what Smith had in mind.

Most New Yorkers know that the former Western Front battlefield hero, Paul. Tibbetts, now a Kirin Real Estate Company in New York sells houses.

Countless people came here and specifically designated Paul as their agent, many of whom had fans and curiosity.

Meantime.

There are also perverted ones.

Hmph, what about war heroes, it's not like you have to kneel and lick me for a little commission.

The customer is God.

You bleat.

Smith is such a person, appointing Paul to help him rent a house, but the real purpose is to make things difficult in every way, and then he looks at Paul with joy and dare not speak.

was told what he thought in his heart, but Smith was not ashamed: "Hey, this is your own understanding, but when you say this, I really feel quite happy, how about it, are you not convinced?" ”

"There's nothing unconvincing.,The customer is God.,If it's a normal one.,I'm willing to play with you again.,But..."

Paul looked at his watch, "It's Christmas Eve, and dinner is here again, so let's speed things up." ”

With that, the left hand moved slightly. A pistol appeared out of thin air!!

Dimensional Control System, LV3:

Anything no more than 50 kg touched by both hands can be stored in a different dimension, and the space is unlimited, so you can store and take it at any time.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, what are you doing!" Smith was held to the head with a gun from Paul, and he stumbled to the ground.

"Shh Paul gestured to Smith in silence, "Be quiet, and don't make your future neighbors enjoy the Christmas Eve dinner." ”

With that, his right hand moved slightly, and a document, a pen, and a box of ink appeared out of thin air.

"This house is really good, so, Mr. Smith, you can just sign the contract and go to dinner."

"Good, good." What else could Smith say, just wait for the contract to be signed, and then hurry to the police.

TNND, war hero?

He's a magician.

Picking up the contract and looking at it, Smith exclaimed: "This and this, this is not a rental contract, it is a sales contract." ”

"Yes, the owner of this house said that the house can be rented or sold, as long as the price is right, and you said that you can afford it, so I think it's okay, or let's just buy this house, after all, I have a house in my hand, and I feel peaceful."

“... Say whatever you want. Smith trembled and signed the contract with his fingerprint, "Okay, right?" ”

"Well, the contract is fine." After checking the contract, Paul patted Smith on the face with satisfaction, "There's one last step. ”

With that, he turned the pistol in his hand away, and then conjured a black metal rod in the shape of a ballpoint pen.

Men in Black amnestics.

In the past three years, Paul has placed three more copies, and this is exactly the spoils of one of them.

After putting on his sunglasses, Paul aimed the eliminator at Smith and pressed it gently.

The white light flashed, and Smith's eyes, which were still panicked just now, suddenly became hollow.

Paul said softly in a hypnotic tone:

"Mr. Smith, you have forgotten what happened in the past 5 minutes, but you remember that you took a fancy to this house at a glance, so you decided to buy it directly, and you have to pay the handsome agent guy a lot of money."

Paul said and patted Smith in the face.

Smith came back to his senses and immediately pressed Paul's shoulders: "This house is so good, I decided to buy it, and you can take the commission as you like." ”

Paul smiled: "I'm so lucky to meet such a refreshing customer of you on Christmas Eve~"

Immediately after leaving the apartment building, Paul found a phone booth and called the owner's agent.

"Hey, Miss Wright, your client's house has been sold."

"Yes, the customer originally rented it, but when he entered it, he liked it very much, so he simply bought it."

"Don't worry, it's two percent higher than the highest price you said, go to your house to celebrate? Yes, but... Wait for the money to arrive. ”

"Can't wait? Well, by the way, it's Christmas Eve, you have something delicious at home, right? Forehead... Except for you... Anything else delicious? ”

"Great, I'll go over now."

After hanging up, Paul bought a cup of hot coffee and today's Manhattan Journal at a roadside stall, ate and watched, and walked slowly towards Miss Wright's house.

He wore a light blue suit, a dark gray five-sided tie and light-rimmed glasses, and looked like a gentleman, not at all a soldier.

In the streets of New York, whether it is the Eastern Front hero Steve . Roger, or the hero of the Western Front, Paul. Most of Tibbetts's promotional posters have been covered by other posters, and the only ones that remain are yellowed and broken.

Even if Paul occasionally walked up to his poster, passers-by would not associate him with the heroic soldier in the poster.

The war is over, and the heat of war heroes has passed.

When he first arrived in New York, Paul walked down the street and was occasionally asked for autographs by passers-by, but now he can live his life peacefully and undisturbed.

New York is such a place that recognizes money but not people.

And this is exactly what Paul wanted.

After all, now he is no longer a war hero, but a senior partner of Kirin Real Estate Consulting Co., Ltd. in New York.

~~~~~~~~~

Recommended ticket, commuter pass, thank you.