In the evening, the lights are on, and the lights are swaying.

Zhonghai City, Aijia Real Estate Sales Department—

She put her coat on the back of a chair, and Song Zhichao, wearing a white shirt and blue jeans, sat next to the casual table and chair with her legs raised.

"Yes, it's here, just sign a letter here." Nie Ling, as a real estate salesperson, took the house contract that had been completed and pointed it to Song Zhichao, asking him to sign at the signature.

Today, Nie Ling dressed up similarly to the past. She was wearing a professional suit and her suit was naturally open, showing her snow-white shirt and blue tight trousers, which set off her slender legs, which were both sprinkled and beautiful. Her standard melon-shaped face, smart almond eyes, and her steady and dignified temperament were very stoic that only salesmen had.

Song Zhichao looked down at the information at hand, and couldn't help but smile. The information combined weighed more than one pound.

In this era, the procedures for buying a house are much more difficult than in the future. The main reason is that there are not as many home buyers as in the future, and real estate is not as popular as in the future. Therefore, the relevant authorities and relevant departments that handle the procedures are relatively lazy. It is because if you don’t look for him, he will not be in a hurry and have no subjective initiative.

I have to say that Nie Ling is a very responsible salesperson. At least in Song Zhichao's opinion, Nie Ling was "worried" about the nine houses she bought.

Nine houses are distributed in different areas of Zhonghai, and each house needs to go through different procedures. This requires going to the police station, this requires going to the Civil Affairs Bureau, this requires going to the Housing Management Bureau... This summer, Nie Ling really broke her legs.

Song Zhichao took the signature pen and wrote his name on the confirmation point in the last column. Nie Ling used her hand to tease her slightly messy left hair behind her ears. Her cheeks were extremely rosy, and it might be because she had done things with ease, and her bright eyes also became extremely happy.

Looking at her, Song Zhichao couldn't help but say, "Thank you for a hard time, why don't I treat you to a meal."

Nie Ling shook her head and smiled, saying, "No, this is what I should do."

Song Zhichao felt that her smile was very moving, with two thin lips smiling, long eyes smiling, and two dimples that were very sank on her cheeks were also smiling.

"I still have to thank you. To be honest, I'm tired of staying in those hotels. If I don't change houses, I can't stand the smell of air freshener alone." After Song Zhichao said that, he reached out and rubbed his nose gently - his nose had allergic rhinitis, which could not withstand some special odors.

Nie Ling took the contract signed by Song Zhichao and looked at it, saying, "Don't worry, as long as these information are sent, you can move to your favorite place immediately."

After saying that, he greeted the fat supervisor who was cleaning not far away, "Pour cup of tea for Mr. Song first."

Fat supervisor has recently made meritorious service in the sales department. In addition to cleaning the toilets, he also takes into account the floor hygiene of some sales departments. Not to mention, he really has the talent to do "cleaning". During this period, he cleaned the sales department, with his fingers slid on the ground, and there was not even a star of dust. Even if someone as strict as Xiong Yaohua can't find any problem. Many people say that Fat supervisor will soon "return to its original position" - of course, although he is still the supervisor, Nie Ling is now suppressing him. Xiong Yaohua has issued an order. After Nie Ling helps Song Zhichao complete the sales procedures, he will be transferred to the general company as a manager.

The fat supervisor moved quickly and soon came over with a warm teacup in his hands, approached Song Zhichao, and smiled flatteringly, "Mr. Song, please use tea."

Song Zhichao said: "Thank you." He took the tea cup.

But the fat supervisor did not leave, but glanced at Nie Ling's back who was copying the documents, and turned around and said to Song Zhichao with a slight silence: "Manager Nie is a very beautiful girl, smart, down-to-earth and capable..."

"What the hell do you want to say?" Song Zhichao said impatiently.

"Ahem, I want to recommend a newly opened restaurant to you, just near the sales department. The dishes are well made, the environment is good, and the name is also nice... What's the name? Oh, by the way, it's called Haitian Hotel." The fat supervisor flattered.

Seeing that Song Zhichao didn't say anything, the fat supervisor was afraid that he wouldn't understand, so he said again: "That hotel is mainly high-end and quiet enough."

Song Zhichao responded casually: "I understand." He looked down at his phone and ignored the fat man.

The fat supervisor was bored and could only leave in disappointment.

Seeing the fat man leave, Song Zhichao called, but called his private driver.

It turned out that Song Zhichao was busy during this period and had many drinks, so Ericsson Group assigned him a special driver to be responsible for picking up and dropping off.

Song Zhichao called the driver and said that he wanted to walk to the nearby Zhonghai Hotel for dinner and let him wait nearby.

After hanging up the phone, Nie Ling happened to come back after copying the information. Song Zhichao got up, picked up the coat on the back of the chair, and said, "Okay, let's go!"

"Why do you go?"

"Eat!" Song Zhichao said to Nie Ling with a smile, "You are Adong's sister, I can't be hungry for you!"

Nie Ling still wanted to refuse, but Song Zhichao grabbed her and said, "Don't refuse, just a meal, let's go!"

Helplessly, Nie Ling had to put down her work and didn't change her work clothes, so she followed Song Zhichao out.

I went out of the sales department and looked up and found that there was a newly opened hotel not far ahead. The doors were brightly lit and looked very grand.

"Let's go there," Song Zhichao pointed boldly and said, "I'll treat you to a big meal."

Nie Ling nodded, but a hint of shyness appeared on her face. Fortunately, the night was hazy, covering her shyness.

...

At the entrance of Haitian Hotel—

As a newly opened hotel, the business is quite prosperous, especially the hotel is very high-level, so it is a place that many rich people in China Overseas like to come. You can have dinner and set up a wide range here.

Song Zhichao and Nie Ling came to the door while talking. At this time, a taxi stopped at the entrance of the hotel and got out of the car. A man in a fancy shirt with fashionable curly hair and was wearing the fancy dress of Hong Kong stars. There was a girl next to him.

Hua Shirt paid for the car, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and passing by Song Zhichao and the others with her hands. Suddenly, Hua Shirt returned, looked at Nie Ling with her eyes, and said, "What's your name? Why did you forget it when you reach the mouth?" He knocked on his forehead with his hand, "Oh, by the way, your name is Nie Ling, right?"

Nie Ling: "..." I felt that the other person was familiar with him.

Song Zhichao asked with a smile: "Your friend?"

Before Nie Ling could speak, the man in the floral shirt said, "I am your classmate, Li Dazhi."

Nie Ling remembered that when she was in college, she had a classmate who liked to skip classes, had a slutty mouth, and liked to hook up with girls. She was the treasure in the class.

"I knew it was you - Nie Ling. You haven't changed for so many years, you're as beautiful as before." Li Dazhi's mouth twitched a few times, his eyes were a little dazed. There was no way, who made Nie Ling look so pretty?

The girl next to her was a little unhappy, so she held Li Dazhi's arm tightly as if she declared sovereignty, and snorted coldly and said, "What are you doing here? Can we still go in?"

"Yes, yes, you have to go in quickly." Li Dazhi said, and suddenly he happily said to Nie Ling: "Why don't you go there too. Tonight is our old classmates' reunion, and I didn't expect to meet here."

When Nie Ling heard it was a "classmate reunion", she was stunned. She went to college and was basically not making friends because she was serious about studying. Even if she didn't know a few classmates, she was inevitably embarrassed when she was in the past.

Seeing that Nie Ling didn't say anything, Li Dazhi continued to laugh and said, "Don't be embarrassed, Zhang Hongyang treats tonight - Zhang Hongyang, you know him. He was pursuing you at school, but now he is the general manager of a company, and he is rich!"

When Nie Ling heard this, she refused politely, "I still won't go anymore, many people are not familiar with each other."

"What does it mean to be unfamiliar? I don't like to listen to you. If you don't go, I'll ask Zhang Hongyang to find you later - this is your friend, so go together. Anyway, that boy Zhang Hongyang is not short of money, and it's lively if he has more people!" Li Dazhi is a person who loves to be lively and does not care about too many things, and directly pulled Song Zhichao up.

Seeing that Nie Ling refused, she looked at Song Zhichao with embarrassment, meaning that she would say what to do.

Song Zhichao said lightly: "Since it's your old classmates' reunion, then go."

Seeing that Song Zhichao was willing to accompany him, Nie Ling seemed to have a backbone in her heart.
Chapter completed!