The attic has all the information about the past and present, and I became rich by becoming a trader

"Anytime." Song Youan blurted out, "You can sign the contract anytime."

"That's great. Has Uncle Song found his next house yet? If not, I have some good listings here. You can take a look."

The agent was very professional. He discovered that they were potential customers and even found a suitable house.

However, she had already bought a house, so she could only politely decline the offer.

The agent just smiled awkwardly and didn't say anything else.

Song Youan was about to leave, but suddenly she felt strangely curious. She turned to look at the agent and asked, "Excuse me, but may I ask how much do you make a month?"

The young man was stunned by the question, and then said, "Our base salary is very low, and we basically rely on commission, so our salary is not particularly stable. On average, I make about 30,000 yuan a month, and it's usually not less than that."

Song Youan was slightly surprised. Are real estate agents really that profitable?

But the young man continued, "It's just that there aren't many people with my income. We have quite a few employees in our company, but most of them make between 8,000 and 10,000 yuan a month, which accounts for 80%. I'm probably just more diligent than others. I'm always willing to give up my rest time to take clients to see houses, so my closing rate is higher."

At this point, Song Youan nodded in understanding. It turned out that no matter what industry you are in, hard work is always the most effective way.

She also has to work harder, because she finds that although she has achieved financial freedom, her relative consumption level has also increased.

Not to mention anything else, just buying a house and a car alone has cost nearly 50 million.

She needs to make more money so that she can enjoy everything she has now with peace of mind and not feel a sense of crisis about gains and losses.

When I came out of the house, Yan Fei had already driven to the downstairs of the community and was standing on the roadside smoking.

Seeing Song Youan coming out of the residential complex, Yan Fei quickly put out the cigarette in his hand and went forward to ask, "Where are you going?"

"Go check out the studio."

Huafei Industrial Park, Song Youan came here for the second time to check on the progress of the studio.

In fact, she was completely relieved to hand it over to Senior Fang Che, but she was embarrassed to just be a hands-off boss. This was truly her own business, and she had to pay attention to it herself.

The workers had been busy inside for the whole morning, and before Song Youan even stepped in, he was pushed out by Fang Che.

"Don't go in. It's all dusty inside. It's always dirty and messy in the early stages of construction." Fang Che dusted himself off and asked, "Why are you here?"

Song Youan smiled. "Isn't this because I'm afraid you'll blame me for not paying attention to the progress? I happened to have nothing to do today, so I came over to check it out."

Fang Che smiled upon hearing this. "I wish you wouldn't ask. You know me well. I don't like others to dictate my design plans. Let's make a deal. You can take a look, but you can't give me any opinions. Even if you do, I won't accept them."

"I know, it's a genius' quirk."

Fang Che smiled and said, "Don't worry. I'll definitely design your place to be so high-end and modern that the employees won't want to leave work. I'll send you WeChat updates on the progress every three days, so don't rush around. Everything you wear and wear is pretty expensive, and it would be a shame if it got stained with paint."

After hearing this, Song Youan could only nod helplessly. She had no choice but to be the hands-off boss.

At this time, Yan Fei saw that the house opposite was also being renovated, and he couldn't help but ask subconsciously: "Are there neighbors?"

Song Youan had also noticed it early on, and asked Fang Che, "Brother, what company is across the street?"

Fang Che shook his head. "I don't know. Construction just started across the street yesterday, and there were only workers coming in and out, so I didn't ask. I'll ask the designer or the person in charge for you when I meet them."

Song Youan didn't take it too seriously. After all, what the people next door did had nothing to do with her.

I originally wanted to treat Brother Fang Che to lunch since we were already here, but he refused and drove me away.

On the way to Lanting, Yan Fei couldn't help but say, "I find that those of you who study design are quite interesting."

Song Youan glanced at him and smiled: "Geniuses like Brother Fang Che are still a minority, most of them are just ordinary people."

She thought of the real estate agent she met today. From their brief conversation, she could tell that he had been working for a long time. He didn't have a college degree but could earn 30,000 yuan a month in a city like Jinghai.

What about these college graduates? Some of them can't find a job at all, and even if they do get a job, they may not earn as much as the guy working as an agent.

There are very few people like Fang Che who can make their first pot of gold in college and then have like-minded classmates to start a business together after graduation.

The most common messages in the class group every day are complaints about how difficult it is to find a job, how the interviewer is a jerk, etc.

And she herself is also a lucky person.

If there was no system and no attic leading to Dazhao, would she have accumulated such wealth today through her own efforts?

Obviously not. Song Youan knows her own worth, so she doesn't deny that she got all this because of luck.

In order to maintain all this, she is willing to work hard and must work hard.

When he arrived at Lanting, Song Youan happened to see Sun Youfu being led out of the hall by two criminal police officers. He was handcuffed and looked ashen, as if he had seen the end of his life and was in despair.

Many senior executives of Lanting came out to watch. No one knew what was going on. Without any sign of trouble, Manager Sun from the purchasing department was taken away by the police.

Discussions are inevitable. These people are all smart people, and everyone knows the most likely reason why the head of the purchasing department got into trouble.

"Let's issue an internal statement later to prevent employees from making random guesses and creating false rumors. This is bad for Lanting's image."

Song Youan came to Chi Yu and said to him.

Chi Yu nodded: "I understand, don't worry."

Song Youan thought for a moment and said, "As for the orphanages and nursing homes that receive donations, their funding should not be interrupted. They should purchase regular, fresh ingredients and deliver them on time. Don't let this incident affect them, otherwise it will also affect Lanting's reputation."

Chi Yu looked at Song Youan and nodded gently: "Okay, I will arrange for someone to be in charge of this matter."

After hesitating for a moment, Chi Yu couldn't help but say, "You'an, I didn't expect you to be so good at judging people."

He remembered that when Song Youan first met Sun Youfu, he blurted out that he had a bad impression of this person, and as a result, the problem was really discovered.

Chi Yu didn't think this was a coincidence. Song Youan had vision and was thoughtful.

Song Youan turned her head to look at him, then smiled: "Really? I've always been very good at judging people, that's why I trust you so much!"

Chi Yu was slightly stunned when he heard this, and asked in a low voice: "But do you understand me?"

"I don't understand." Song Youan shook his head slightly: "But I can trust someone I don't know. This is my special ability."

Chi Yu smiled, thinking that Song Youan was joking, but he also felt happy in his heart.

You should be happy to be trusted unconditionally by others.