It was my first time arguing with a customer.
In sales, arguing with a customer was the biggest taboo. An argument meant the deal was going to fall through.
I had encountered plenty of unreasonable, bizarre customers before, but they had always been the ones to lose their tempers. This time, I was the first to snap.
My words grew nastier and nastier, and I got into an outright argument with Fang Yongshan.
His mother came out to argue with me too, cursing my entire family.
Naturally, I couldn't outcurse the Old Lady, so I turned around and left.
After leaving Fang Yongshan's home, I called Meng Yifan and explained what had happened.
"If he won't sell, then fine. What's he being so damn arrogant about? It's not like I'm counting on this one deal to make me rich."
Meng Yifan swore over the phone. "That mother and son can go to hell. What the hell is wrong with them?"
Before he finished, I heard the Seventh Master's voice over the phone. "Chen Mo, did you give him back the key?"
I told him I hadn't. "The Old Lady was saying such nasty things that she practically drove me out with her curses. I forgot to give them back the key. I'll go return it now."
"Then don't return it yet," the Seventh Master hurriedly stopped me. "Forget the deal if it didn't work out, but Liu Jing still needs to be helped to pass on. We'll go there again tonight. You can return the key tomorrow."
I didn't refuse.
Liu Jing really did need to be helped to pass on. Otherwise, even though she was already dead, she would still be trapping herself in those painful memories. It was pitiful.
Besides, helping departed souls pass on earned merit in