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Young Wife Song Jia: Year-End at the Sales Office
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Song Jia, twenty-eight, a sales consultant six months married, is three units short of her annual target. When Old Jin from Wenzhou comes to see the model unit the director has assigned someone else, so she walks into his office and says: I want this client. In the master bedroom of the model unit the curtain stays open, and she says, whether you buy is your business, and this is this. By year-end she is a manager, and on launch day she walks to the Maybach at the door herself.
Contents · 7 chapters
First 2 chapters free · coins after that- 01Chapter 1: I Want This ClientFreeThree units short, a 68,000 bonus, and a director who says he will not dock her a cent if she stays away. She pushes the door open anyway: I want this client.
- 02Chapter 2: Eighteenth Floor, Curtain OpenFreeMaster bedroom of the model unit, curtain open. He offers her the apartment. She says no — what I sell, I earn myself.
- 03Chapter 3: Marriott 1808, Wednesday Afternoon🔒 300 coinsMarriott 1808, Wednesday, two to five, and the rules are hers. He uses nothing but his tongue, for forty minutes.
- 04Chapter 4: Christmas Eve, All Night🔒 300 coinsHer husband is on shift all night on Christmas Eve. Viagra, throat, floor-to-ceiling glass, a facial. At seven in the morning the director’s car is waiting outside.
- 05Chapter 5: What Are You Cutting Me In On🔒 300 coinsA cut? What are you cutting me in on. In the model unit bathroom she holds his head down, then quotes tower prices while counting the floors outside.
- 06Chapter 6: I Set the Rules🔒 300 coinsInspect the goods? The goods are apartments, not me. Contracts signed, she is the one who asks: Boss Du, are you changing that two o’clock train.
- 07Chapter 7: I Walked Over Myself🔒 350 coinsOn launch day she beats the director to the Maybach by three steps: Director He, I will take those three hours in your car.
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