Preparing to Sell Properties
817 Words
"Young Master, you're back?" The housekeeper, Jamina Tam, heard the voice and emerged from the kitchen. Lin Xuan instantly felt a hunger deep within his soul at the mention of food. It had been four years since he last had a proper, warm meal. He survived on meager amounts of expired food to fill his stomach.
"Yeah, make a bit more," Lin Xuan replied, his voice revealing a longing for home. Jamina Tam nodded, "Alright!"
She hurried back to the kitchen. Lin Xuan took off his coat, tossed it on the nearby sofa, and gazed at the family portrait hanging on the wall. A tinge of sadness swept over him. How good would it be if he could go back to the time before his parents' tragedy? But reality was cruel. Fate had shown mercy by granting him a second chance at life. What more could he ask for?
Shaking off those thoughts, Lin Xuan roamed through the entire house, reminiscing about the family's life in every room. This residence held too many memories, and he truly couldn't bear to sell it. However, the encroaching seawater left him no choice. Resolved, Lin Xuan ascended to the second floor, where his parents' bedroom was. He stored all the photos in his spatial storage, along with the precious jewelry his mother left behind.
Next, he visited his father's study, stowing away the wall-to-wall collection of books. Returning to his own dressing room, he neatly arranged all his clothes. Just then, Jamina Tam's voice echoed from downstairs, "Young Master, lunch is ready!"
Glancing around his room, Lin Xuan headed downstairs. The aroma of the meal filled the air, and he hastened to the dining room. Observing the delicious spread on the table, he eagerly began devouring the long-awaited feast. Jamina Tam stood by, astonished at her young master's voracious appetite.
After ten minutes, Lin Xuan finally set down his chopsticks, satisfied. "Young Master, what's this?" Jamina Tam asked, puzzled. Lin Xuan wiped his mouth and replied, "Jamina Tam, you don't have to come here anymore."
Stunned, she asked, "Did I do something wrong? Please tell me, I'll fix it! Don't fire me, please." Lin Xuan pulled out his phone, engrossed in its display. "It's not your fault. I'm leaving here soon." A message tone chimed.
"I just transferred 100,000 to you as compensation," Lin Xuan said. Checking her phone, Jamina Tam was genuinely thankful. It was a significant amount compared to her monthly salary of 10,000.
"No need to thank me," Lin Xuan said, putting on his coat and leaving. He felt no obligation to Jamina Tam; everyone had their own life, and he couldn't control their destinies. Having made up his mind, Lin Xuan headed to a real estate agency to list his properties. While the cashing out of stocks was yet to be finalized, these properties needed quick liquidation.
He arrived at a large real estate agency, and as he entered, the receptionists, mostly glamorous women, stopped in their tracks upon seeing his casual attire. Lin Xuan glanced at his clothing, then at the other clients around him. Compared to those with high-end brands, he did look a bit shabby.
As he hesitated about changing agencies, a professionally dressed beauty approached him. "Hello, sir. How can I assist you?" she asked, a bit timidly – obviously a new employee. "I want to sell a property," Lin Xuan replied. "Please follow me," she said, leading him to her desk.
"Have a seat. Would you like something to drink?" Lin Xuan smiled, "No, thanks." As she began working on the computer, Lin Xuan overheard whispers from nearby colleagues. "Amadini still needs to improve her eye for clients." "Yeah, entertaining such a poor guy, isn't it a waste of time?"
Though spoken in hushed tones, Lin Xuan caught wind of their remarks. Amadini, with an apologetic look, glanced at him. Lin Xuan paid no attention, recalling the address of his parents' villa. "Tianting Yuanye, No. 6." At the mention of this renowned villa district in Nanyuan City, the onlookers were taken aback. Number 6? Are you serious? They knew the villas were categorized by status, and only the wealthy could afford those in the 1-10 range.
Unaware of these details, Amadini continued, "What's the size?" At this point, a heavily made-up woman approached Lin Xuan, walking in high heels. With a fake smile, she said, "Sir, Amadini is a new recruit, not very experienced. Let me handle your case." Lin Xuan found her dual-faced behavior disgusting.
"No need. I don't want to waste your time with someone of my 'caliber.'" The woman stomped away in frustration. Lin Xuan continued, "There are two more – Shengshi Biyuan, No. 26, and Huannan Shengjing, No. 12." The crowd, previously gossiping, was now regretting their earlier judgment. Amadini, after checking the information on her computer, was shocked.
"Sir, what's your expected price?" she asked, wide-eyed.
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