The two of them spent the whole day at the mall. They’d only had two cups of milk tea and splurged a little on a hotpot meal, spending over a hundred yuan.
On the way home, Song Yunfei noticed that Chu Jinhan was even quieter than usual, as if he was carrying some weight on his mind.
“You okay? Not feeling well?” she asked.
He shook his head. “I’m fine. Just a little tired.”
“Then rest early tonight.”
“Mm.”
Lately, the neighbors had been noisier than usual. Maybe Wang Yi was leaving, or maybe it was just bad timing—but the late-night gaming sessions had been relentless. She wasn’t talking about midnight anymore; two or three in the morning, the noise was enough to wake Song Yunfei up.
She didn’t know whether Chu Jinhan was awake or not, but she was, and she just stared at the dark ceiling, frozen, trying not to make a sound.
Before she knew it, Monday had come.
Song Yunfei had to go back to her daily grind: calling clients and handing out flyers.
But today, no sooner had she sat at her desk than Xiaoshuang appeared beside her.
“小 Song, have you eaten breakfast?”
Song Yunfei looked up and saw Xiaoshuang holding a bag of breakfast. She thought: Could this be for me?
She smiled. “I’ve eaten, thanks.”
“Alright, then this one’s for you.” Xiaoshuang set another cup of coffee on her desk, explaining, “Got it on the way—buy one, get one free.”
“Thank you!” Song Yunfei accepted it without refusal.
Xiaoshuang smiled. “No need to thank me—it’s actually I who should thank you.”
Song Yunfei knew she meant the incident on Saturday, when Chu Jinhan had helped her deal with Wu Wei.
“It’s nothing. No need to be so polite,” she said.
Curious, Song Yunfei asked, “How long have you been working here?”
“Six months,” Xiaoshuang replied.
“That’s a while,” Song Yunfei said.
Xiaoshuang sighed. “Yeah… but this line of work has high turnover. Aside from Li Jie and Li Shan, no one else has been here long.”
Song Yunfei understood why. The base salary only lasted three months. After that, if you couldn’t make sales, there was nothing left.
Many people lasted three months, couldn’t sell a single unit, and left. Of course, some could stay, but without money, it was tough.
If Song Yunfei didn’t sell a house within three months, she’d probably consider quitting too.
“You’re impressive then, making it six months. You must have sold a house, right?”
Xiaoshuang’s expression faltered. She nodded slowly. “Yes… but only one second-hand unit.”
“Even selling one is impressive.”
Xiaoshuang didn’t want to continue the conversation, forcing a smile before returning to her desk.
She was somewhat attractive, not stunning but pleasant-looking, and her shy demeanor suggested she’d probably been brainwashed by that jerk Zhang Tao. On the first day, Zhang Tao had tried to hint at her, but seeing she didn’t fall for it, he’d stopped.
Monday was shaping up to be a rough day for Song Yunfei.
Half the clients on her call list were unpleasant.
“No, I’m not buying! Get lost!”
“F*** off, stop calling me!”
“Add me as a friend, let’s see those legs.”
“….”
Hanging up, Song Yunfei finally ended her miserable day.
She stretched and glanced at the clock. Only six o’clock. Chu Jinhan wouldn’t finish work for another half hour.
They’d agreed that he would pick her up from work and then go deliver food on the way.
Xiaoshuang came over. “Little Song, leaving work?”
Song Yunfei glanced at her. “Oh, you go ahead. I’ll leave later.”
“Okay.”
Xiaoshuang didn’t say more and walked out of the sales office.
Song Yunfei had nothing to do, so she pulled out her notebook to review potential clients she’d noted in the past few days, seeing who she could follow up with.
Meanwhile, Chu Jinhan was about to leave work when the boss suddenly called everyone back.
“Hold on, we need a meeting.”
Sighs and groans echoed across the office. Why did meetings always have to happen right when people were about to leave?
At the conference room, General Manager He didn’t make a long speech. He asked straight away, “Who here can speak German or French?”
Everyone exchanged looks.
Hu Yao asked, “Boss, aren’t we just handling the Japan, US, and UK markets? Nobody here speaks German.”
The boss sighed. “There’s an exhibition in a few days. Some Germans will attend.”
Recently, the company’s domestic business had slowed, so General Manager He wanted to expand overseas. Most orders were now from abroad. But foreign markets were getting competitive too, so he needed more channels.
This exhibition was a good opportunity. That’s why he needed employees who spoke other languages. He’d been recruiting for a month, but no luck. Few spoke German, and even with high pay, small companies weren’t attractive to qualified candidates.
With the exhibition just two days away, He had no choice but to try anything—otherwise, the German market would be lost.
“Or, if you know anyone who speaks German, bring them in. I’ll give a referral bonus.”
Some people were tempted. One asked, “Boss, what about Korean?”
He shook his head. “No, only German. Korean speakers are easy to hire, and many vendors at the exhibition will speak Korean—we wouldn’t have an advantage.”
He had already checked other companies; German speakers were scarce.
“No one I know,” someone muttered. “If I knew someone, I wouldn’t be stuck in this dump.”
Everyone shook their heads, sighing. General Manager He looked disappointed.
He then turned to the silent Chu Jinhan. “Xiao Chu, I remember your resume said you speak several languages. Do you?”
It had been too long; He couldn’t remember which languages he’d listed. Everyone looked at him.
Chu Jinhan glanced at him and paused. “I don’t know.”
He paused, then clarified, “I’m not sure myself.”
All his resumes had been prepared by Song Yunfei. After all, he had amnesia; he had no memory of his own experience.
General Manager He froze. After a moment, he instructed HR to fetch Chu Jinhan’s file.
Looking it over again, He’s eyes flickered with a newfound intensity.