The next day, we arrived at the shop.
We had arranged to meet Fang Yongshan at three that afternoon to see Liu Jing off on her final journey.
Business had been slow lately. Apart from the deposits paid on Liu Jing's and Feng Gang's homes, we had yet to find buyers for any of our other listings.
I cast a divination for the shop's business, and the reading suggested we might not get any business for the next week.
But we couldn't run a business entirely on divination. Just because I predicted no business didn't mean we could stop working.
We already had a lot of properties piling up, and we had to find ways to sell them, so all of us could only go out and hand out flyers.
Meng Yifan, our boss, worked even harder than his employees.
He took the lead, handing out flyers all morning.
At noon, we returned to the shop to rest and eat boxed lunches.
Halfway through our meal, a Ferrari pulled up outside.
The car cost nearly five million. I stared at it, filled with envy, wondering when I would ever be able to afford such an expensive car.
But as I looked, its license plate suddenly seemed very familiar.
"Holy shit, who's this loaded? That's an 812!"
Xie Peng looked just as envious.
Song Xiaotian and I stood up almost simultaneously.
Song Xiaotian was so frightened he abandoned his lunch, bolted into the office, and shut the door.
"Who is it? Why are you two so scared?" Meng Yifan asked curiously.
I told him it was Pan Xiaorou's car!
Damn, she had tracked Song Xiaotian all the way here!
The problem was, Song Xiaotian and I had approached her to save Meng Yifan.
And during that time, Song Xiaotian had failed