Chapter 63 - 058 Hello, my name is Broker Fan, do you need to rent a house?

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Chapter 63: Chapter 058 Hello, my name is Broker Fan, do you need to rent a house? Security room, next door. After watching Lin Fan leave for the agency cheerfully, Old Master Zhou said. "Old Wang, are you okay?" Old Master Wang glanced at him, "What do you know, the apocalypse is hell filled with despair for everyone. Did you really not listen to Lin Fan talking about those strange and bizarre zombies?" "Ah?" "Lin Fan said he saw zombies running faster than the others, and Chen He mentioned seeing very robust zombies, like small hills. Do you know what this means?" "You’re saying the zombies are evolving, and we humans are still just marking time." "Exactly, this will be a real disaster for any surviving person." Old Master Zhou felt horrified, as humans at the top of the food chain were facing the greatest disaster in history. ... Xinfeng Real Estate. "Boss, I’m here." He knew the boss had already been chopped in half and thrown into the trash can, sent to the dump. But it didn’t affect his speaking to the air. This was someone else’s agency, and upon entering someone else’s shop, one must surely show some manners. In fact, he too wanted to have his own company. It’s a pity... he was poor. "Boss, I want to work part-time at your agency. I feel I’m definitely up to the task. Don’t worry about the salary, I’ll just earn a commission. After all, I’m not planning to work regular hours." Lin Fan knew the boss would certainly agree. Because... The once handsome boss had told him that as long as someone could sell him a house, he’d give a commission to anyone, even a pig. As long as it could sell a house, he would buy it pig feed. This sounded a bit off. But it also showed that the handsome boss was never fussy; as long as one could make money for him, he was willing to share a part of it with them. He knew that selling houses wasn’t an easy task. For employees, their greatest fear was the landlord contacting the renter directly, as both want to save on the agency fee. "Hmm, such a problem shouldn’t happen. The landlord is no longer around; everything has been entrusted to the agency. My job is to find clients." He was not familiar with the real estate agency industry; it seemed one needed to be eloquent to succeed. Looking around Xinfeng Real Estate at random. He knew the handsome boss had an older girlfriend who was especially kind to him; the shop was hers, including the renovations. Even the tables, chairs, and computers in the shop were all sorted out by her. He remembered a phrase the handsome boss once said, "There’s nothing I own that I bought myself, but I don’t see a problem with it. My girlfriend loves me, and these things are all very natural." At this moment. Lin Fan was collecting information about the houses offered by the agency. All the information was recorded in the computer, and some was printed on forms for renting out, convenient for a quick look-up. "Sunshine District actually has so many houses for rent?" He examined very carefully. Previously he didn’t know the vacancy situation. He thought there would be quite a few people living in the district. Unexpectedly, there were so many empty houses. "So few people were living here after all. I thought there were many," Lin Fan understood. Then. He saw another form. "Sunshine District’s Negative Review Deletion Quantity and Content" Nowadays, many people find rental houses online, naturally leading to tenant reviews. These reviews can easily affect rental situations. Therefore, agencies attempt to delete the comments. Flipping through them. 1: Not even a dog would stay here. It’s an old, rundown neighborhood. The elevator always breaks down. I left my bike downstairs and it was stolen the next day. The property management might as well be blind; they do nothing. The most damn outrageous thing is that when I moved out, I saw the property staff riding my bike around the neighborhood. 2: Anyone who stays here is a fool. The environment is decrepit, and the property doesn’t clean up the garbage. The bins can be full for days. 3: There’s a pervert in the neighborhood, business cards everywhere, and in the middle of the night, the noise is freaking unbearable, utterly awful. ... 100: ... Lin Fan, with his mouth slightly agape, was somewhat stupefied as he read these comments. "Is Sunshine District really that bad?" He was skeptical. He was aware of some situations, like the frequent elevator breakdowns, which is quite normal for an old district. Sometimes when the elevator breaks, it’s out of service for several days; the property management claims they need time to purchase parts. If they were to replace the elevator, it would require the homeowners to pay out of pocket. As for the garbage bins not being cleaned regularly, he had also asked the property management. They said the cleaning lady was sick and recuperating at home, and once she recovered, she would clean up. Those yellow business cards, he hadn’t paid much attention to, since he wasn’t interested in that stuff. Even if he saw it, he’d act as if he hadn’t. Of course, he really did hear the cries in the middle of the night. But in his heart, it was very likely that it was just a couple with a good relationship, busy with work during the day, and at night, answering the call of the country, striving to have children. Making children required commitment, a perfect combination of vitality, vigor, and spirit. If it was lacking in any way, it wouldn’t be perfect. He continued to look at other comments, some were true, some he couldn’t quite agree with. "If you look at it this way, the appeal of my Sunshine District isn’t that high," he mused. "Right, that was before, but now the Sunshine District has been reborn, starting from the apocalypse." He thought about the recent changes in the district. The district is our home, its care is up to all of us. He could help clean up the trash bins. He was the security guard of the district, able to ensure the safety of the area very well. After all, his monthly salary as a security guard was five thousand, a high wage. The Sunshine District was an old district, not a high-end luxury one, so having such a salary was really good. He definitely had to bring a two hundred percent work attitude. Inside the real estate agency. Only Lin Fan’s sound of flipping through files could be heard as he organized the rental information for units in the Sunshine District, remembering every detail about the size, number of rooms, price, and so on. "Don’t worry, boss, I’ll definitely do a good job," said Lin Fan as he took the information and left. Children’s clothing store. This clothing store, located next to the entrance of the district, sold clothing for children aged 0-8. He was the security guard of the district. But since there were no issues in the district at the moment, he was definitely able to work part-time, especially since it was just around the corner, so he could return to handle anything that came up immediately. "So dirty." The floor of the store was very dirty, with various clothes scattered around. Looking at the state of the store. It was messy, with congealed bloodstains. "I remember the owner of this clothing store was a woman, average looking, a divorced mother with a child, supporting a younger boyfriend," he muttered to himself. Given the situation. The owner might have been bitten by a zombie and then turned into one. "Boss lady, are you there?" he called out softly. There was no response. It seemed that the zombified owner might have wandered off with her young boyfriend to some other place. "I’ll clean up for you, don’t worry about the money; we’ll consider the clothes as the cleaning fee, that’s okay, right?" Often no refusal means agreement. Nowadays, he felt every day was fulfilling, giving him a sense of happiness. The happiness of a working person is simple: having a job, earning money, that’s happiness. He prepared his bucket, mop, and broom. Time to get to work, to work. In the quiet streets, within the abandoned shops, a lone figure busied himself tirelessly, untouched by the environment around him. Even if a zombie appeared, at most, he would greet it as he passed by. Time flew by, and the cleanliness of the clothing store was nearly restored. There were low growls growing louder, as if already at the entrance. Lin Fan, bent over and sticking out his backside, seemed to hear some noise at the door. "Boss lady?" Recognizing her from her current appearance wasn’t easy, but he looked at her bust; he had heard that the boss lady was supposedly a G cup, and even without seeing her face, that area would give her away. At this moment, Lin Fan could confirm with one hundred percent certainty. It was the boss lady in front of him. He smiled. Waving his hand. "Hello, boss lady, I have cleaned up for you already." Roar! The boss lady growled lowly, her once expensive clothes stained with fresh blood, no longer showing their true colors, her long hair sticking with thick, unknown flesh and blood, possibly intestines. She lunged fiercely, wanting to tear her prey into pieces. Lin Fan stood still without moving, then suddenly lifted his leg and spun out a kick. With a thud, a muffled boom, the boss lady was sent flying. The power of this kick was terrifying. He didn’t want to draw his sword and swing it around; if the black blood stained the floor, all his previous efforts would be in vain. The boss lady who was kicked lay motionless on the ground. Though it was said that zombies needed their heads crushed to be killed, under his current strength, even a single kick was fatal. Why would the boss lady come back? Pondering. Unable to figure it out, he decided to let it be. Perhaps even as a zombie, she wanted to return to her shop to check on it.

Chapter 63 - 058 Hello, my name is Broker Fan, do you need to rent a house?

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