Right now, Song Yunfei wasn’t thinking about how long she could last at this job. She was staring at the young, golden boy in front of her—a true business prodigy—who had been duped into living a life like this, and her heart felt cold all over.
Especially after experiencing the cramped bus firsthand, thinking about how Chu Jinhan had to endure that every day just to get to work—and then deliver takeout at night.
And he gave all the money he earned to her.
Song Yunfei could already picture her own miserable fate. She silently gave herself three seconds of mourning in her head.
Was it too late to start earning his favor now?
After what felt like an eternity, Chu Jinhan finally spoke. “You’re at your stop.”
Yunfei snapped back to reality. “Oh, okay. I’ll get off first. I’ll buy groceries and cook tonight—you go eat first, then go deliver.”
Without waiting for him to respond, she stepped off the bus.
It still took five minutes on foot to reach the sales office.
Inside the office, she went to the front desk to complete her onboarding paperwork.
The manager of this office was Zhang Tao, a man in his forties, the same person who had interviewed her yesterday.
He handed her off to a woman in her thirties named Sister Li, one of the office veterans.
The sales department only had seven or eight people—adding her, that made nine.
But they barely glanced at her; some measured her up and then went back to their own work.
“Sit here,” Sister Li pointed to a desk by the window. “There’s information about the properties on the desk, along with the company’s rules, regulations, and workflow. Look through it yourself, and if anything’s unclear, come ask me.”
With that, she walked off, clearly impatient.
No one liked training newcomers. It was the same in every industry—especially in a competitive one like this.
Song Yunfei didn’t mind. She went to her desk and began flipping through the thick stack of materials.
Alongside the property info were long lists of client contacts and a guide of sales scripts.
Just reading all that would take her several days.
Before long, Zhang Tao called everyone for a meeting.
The team stood in a line in the office. Yunfei listened as he summarized yesterday’s sales figures, her heart racing.
She focused intensely, determined not to miss any crucial information.
But then Zhang Tao’s tone shifted. “This month, our goal is three million. Can you achieve it?”
“Yes!”
Yunfei froze, still processing, when the team’s voices erupted around her so loudly that even the windows vibrated.
“Tell me—our goal is—?!”
“Three million!”
Zhang Tao raised his fist as if going off to war, shouting, “Now, our slogan!”
“Time waits for no one! Work hard, aim high, achieve the best!”
“No food, no sleep! Focus and earn that cash!”
“….”
Song Yunfei felt like she had stumbled into a pyramid scheme.
She was already cracking under the pressure—she hadn’t expected selling houses to come with a cult-like morning ritual.
Surely this wasn’t going to happen every morning?
After the chanting, Zhang Tao suddenly remembered something and turned his attention to Yunfei. He clapped his hands, signaling everyone to quiet down.
“Alright, one thing—this is Song Yunfei, our new hire starting today. Everyone, welcome her.”
Zhang Tao led the applause, and the rest of the team followed, all eyes briefly on her.
Yunfei forced a smile and said, “Hello everyone, I’m Song Yunfei. I’m new here and have a lot to learn. I hope for your guidance in the future.”
“Good!” Zhang Tao clapped again.
The team clapped too, though their expressions varied.
Some appraised her from head to toe. Some watched her with caution or hostility. Others looked impatient or dismissive. And some were completely unreadable.
She hadn’t expected such a mix in this small office.
Zhang Tao continued motivating the group and then waved them back to their work.
He then called Yunfei into his office.
Inside, he gestured for her to close the door.
“Sit, sit,” Zhang Tao said cheerfully, taking a seat himself and even pouring her some tea.
“So, Song, how’s it going? The materials aren’t too overwhelming, are they?”
Yunfei smiled. “A bit much, but I’ll familiarize myself soon.”
“No rush, take your time,” Zhang Tao leaned back comfortably. “I just wanted to chat. Honestly, when I interviewed you yesterday, I knew you had it—good appearance, great temperament, polished speech. You’ve got sales written all over you.”
The unexpected compliment made Yunfei wary. She just smiled faintly and didn’t respond.
Zhang Tao seemed oblivious—or indifferent—and continued, “In this line, skill is important, but some natural advantages—you’ve got to use them.
“Take Chen Lu from our office. You probably haven’t met her yet. She had the looks, the height, the whole package. Clients were willing to buy from her. Within two years, she bought a car, a house, and last month she got promoted to Sales Manager of another project. The sky’s the limit for her.”
Yunfei immediately caught the hint.
He was implying she should use her looks—or more bluntly, her body—to boost sales.
She’d only heard of such cases before, never expected the manager himself to hint at it.
Her impression of this sales office instantly plummeted.
Zhang Tao noticed her slight displeasure and laughed it off, “I said all that just to encourage you—you’re new and still getting used to things.
“Young people need ambition, dreams, and drive. I just wanted to tell you, don’t worry if you don’t know the business yet. As long as you persist, everything will come.”
Yunfei smiled politely. “Thank you for your encouragement, Manager.”
The words sounded nice, but she knew the reality: a three-month probation with a guaranteed salary. If she didn’t make any sales within three months, she’d be out.
Zhang Tao had mentioned this before: the company didn’t care about education or experience—but it didn’t tolerate idle employees either.
After some more small talk, Zhang Tao let her get to work.
Her first tasks: familiarize herself with the materials for the first couple of days, then spend the next week making calls and handing out flyers.
Basically, she had three months to make a sale. Success meant staying with the guaranteed salary extended for another six months; failure meant packing up and leaving.
If she made a sale, her monthly salary would be 1,500, not much, but she’d have plenty of free time—no clock-ins, no office desk daily. The company only cared about results.
In other words, if she sold even one property, she could spend the next six months doing whatever she wanted.
Soon, the office was left with just her and two colleagues making calls; everyone else had gone out.
She didn’t check on Chu Jinhan’s shift. Hu Yao kept a close eye on him—more than Chu Jinhan himself.
Hu Yao remarked, “Your girlfriend didn’t check in today. You two… broke up?”