Chapter 382 - I Still Need a Few People to Help
Su Ming drove directly to the second residential complex, parking his car in the lot before heading to the sales office.
“Good day, sir.”
A security guard approached with a friendly smile. “We don't an to prevent you from parking, but your vehicle is quite large. There are several spots reserved for larger vehicles over there. Would you mind parking in one of those?”
Su Ming was pleasantly surprised by the security guard's polite deanor. Glancing to the right, he indeed spotted several spacious parking spots. He nodded in agreent, moved his car, and parked it smoothly.
Entering the sales office, he was greeted warmly. “Welco, sir. Are you here to view so properties?”
A strikingly beautiful woman approached with a welcoming smile. The custor service here was a stark contrast to the previous sales office he had visited.
“Yes,” Su Ming replied with a smile. “I've purchased a few properties and I'm here to take a look at them today.”
“Oh?” The woman was taken aback, not imdiately grasping his statent.
Initially, she had doubted Su Ming's ability to afford a house. However, the manager had instructed them to treat everyone with respect, regardless of their appearance or wealth—even if they were a beggar.
She never expected a seemingly unassuming wealthy buyer.
He had bought several properties!
“Sir, may I see your purchase contract?” she asked with impeccable politeness.
”I forgot to bring the contract with . Could you possibly send soone to fetch it?” Su Ming asked, scratching his head.
“How many people do you need to retrieve your contract?” she asked, puzzled.
How heavy could a contract be that he needed several people to carry it?
“Sir, you must be joking. I can go get it for you,” she said with a chuckle.
“Believe , you won't be able to lift it,” Su Ming insisted earnestly.
The woman was taken aback. Despite her commitnt to excellent service, she couldn't help but wonder if he was deliberately trying to trouble her.
“What seems to be the problem?” At that mont, Manager Soong stepped forward.
Manager Soong was a middle-aged man, quite dapper despite showing signs of balding.
“Manager Soong, this gentleman says he needs a few people to assist him in retrieving his purchase contract…”
The woman blinked, uttering a statent she herself couldn't believe.
Manager Soong, upon hearing it, was equally incredulous.
“Sir, please don't jest. We have many custors and truly can't accommodate your request.”
Manager Soong offered a smile and an apologetic nod to Su Ming.
He was skeptical as well.
Could Su Ming possibly be a patient from a psychiatric hospital?
It wasn't unreasonable for Manager Soong to harbor such thoughts, given the bizarre nature of the situation.
Su Ming thought to himself, “They're not to bla.”
Yet, he feared they wouldn't accept his explanation.
Ultimately, he resolved to have the lady, Manager Soong, and the earlier security guard accompany him to retrieve the housing contract.
“Just follow and see for yourselves.”
Leading the way, Su Ming glanced back at the lady and Manager Soong exchanging doubtful looks.
Despite their reservations, they trailed behind him.
Reaching the truck, Su Ming swung open the trunk to reveal several large bags.
Manager Soong's expression turned grim.
Su Ming had to be up to no good!
Even if those bags were stuffed with cash, Su Ming could afford only one property at most.
Besides, the bags didn't exactly look like they were filled with money.
“Sir, please stop playing gas with us,” Manager Soong said, clearly irritated.
With a sigh, Su Ming unfastened one of the bags.
Manager Soong paused, wondering if the bag contained so treasure of imnse value.
But upon closer inspection, he saw that it was packed with briefcases!
This was a sales office, not a recycling center!
Just as Manager Soong was about to speak out…
Su Ming opened one of the briefcases.
Inside lay a property deed and a purchase contract.
Manager Soong examined them closely, astonished to find that both docunts were authentic.
The woman beside him was equally taken aback.
A purchase contract in a briefcase, and so many large bags in the trunk—could they all be filled with real estate contracts?
Their eyes t, mirroring each other's amazent.
It made sense now why Su Ming needed extra hands to carry the contracts—he had purchased an incredible number of properties!
Having taken the Body-stretching Pill, Su Ming's strength was two to three tis that of an average person, allowing him to lift a large bag with ease.
Ordinary people couldn't manage it; it would take at least two to lift one of those big bags.
Su Ming couldn't resist flaunting his hand in front of their eyes.
Manager Soong was montarily taken aback, his face a picture of bewildernt.
He reached out and grabbed a briefcase, which indeed contained a purchase contract from his company.
Dipping his hand into the big bag, he randomly pulled out another briefcase and found yet another purchase contract from his company.
Manager Soong did a quick ntal tally and estimated there were at least a hundred briefcases in the bag.
A hundred briefcases ant a hundred houses!
What kind of fortune was that?
He had struck it rich!
Suddenly, Manager Soong felt dizzy and then blacked out.
The woman witnessing this was utterly flustered. “Manager Soong, are you okay?”
Su Ming was no stranger to such reactions.
After all, he had seen a group of elderly n in their seventies and eighties faint before him.
Manager Soong, at fifty, was relatively healthy.
He was sure to be alright.
Ti passed before Manager Soong gradually ca to.
He gazed at the woman, still disoriented.
“Wang, I just had a dream where a tycoon ca to buy houses from us, over a hundred of them!” Manager Soong exclaid.
The woman blinked: “Manager Soong, it wasn't a dream. It's real.”
Manager Soong was instinctively skeptical. As he was about to dismiss the idea, his eyes caught sight of Su Ming's smiling face, the opened trunk, and those big bags.
And with that, he fainted once more.
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