Chapter 59

"Pen!"

Chu Tianhe frowned. Although he was reluctant to write down something so closely tied to his fate, it was, after all, their rule. He could only pick up the pen and sign his name.

Name, age, gender—all went smoothly. But when Chu Tianhe reached the occupation column, he hesitated.

He glanced back at Yue Linglong, honestly unsure what to write in that space.

Palace Lord of the Hall of All Gods?

That hardly counted as a profession.

Besides, even if he did fill that in, they would have no way to verify it.

"None."

Simply enough, Chu Tianhe filled in 'unemployed' under occupation.

At this point, Liu Yulu's brow had already furrowed, her professional smile gradually fading.

Just as she had said before, everyone who came here to buy a house was a social elite—how could anyone be unemployed?

In fact, most buyers tended to fill that column with the grandest titles: chairman of such-and-such company, legal representative of some group, honorary president of a certain foundation, and so on.

Yet Chu Tianhe simply wrote "none."

"Mr. Chu, are you not currently working?" Liu Yulu managed to maintain a last shred of patience. "If you're running your own business, you can write your company's name. Even a small company is fine, as long as there's a registered name."

"No," Chu Tianhe replied without a moment's hesitation.

He truly had no occupation.

At that, Liu Yulu's expression turned thoroughly sullen. She raised her hand and pointed to the next field beneath occupation. "Then, Mr. Chu, please write your current address."

"Fengshun Neighborhood."

This, Chu Tianhe wrote swiftly, the four words flowing onto the page. Upon seeing them, Liu Yulu's face darkened further, as if she might wring water from her brows.

Who in the entire city of Jiangzhou didn't know that Fengshun Neighborhood was a slum?

"Mr. Chu, please don't joke around. Fill it in seriously," Liu Yulu said, her willow-leaf brows knitted together as she studied him. He was dressed decently enough—she could hardly believe he would live in a place like Fengshun Neighborhood.

"I am not joking," Chu Tianhe calmly set down the pen. "At present, that is indeed where I live."

It was one thing to write it down—saying it aloud was another matter entirely.

The moment Chu Tianhe declared that he lived in Fengshun Neighborhood, a dozen astonished gazes instantly converged on him. In the blink of an eye, those looks shifted from surprise to contempt, to outright mockery.

"Hahaha... this is killing me! Liu Yulu, how do you always get so lucky? You picked up a real gem this time!"

"Liu Yulu, didn't the regional president praise your judgment at the last meeting? Is this the kind of client you spot with that expert eye?"

"Hahaha! This is too much. Someone from Fengshun Neighborhood is stringing you along, and the best part is, you don't even realize it!"

All the sales consultants in the grand hall burst out laughing, unable to contain themselves.

After all, every villa in South China Mu Residence cost over sixty million. Sell just one, and the commission was ten percent of the total price. That meant in just the past six months, Liu Yulu had earned more than ten million in commission alone!

Such performance naturally attracted envy and jealousy. Everyone knew that, to sell houses, Liu Yulu didn't hesitate to sleep with big clients—a blatant case of seductive marketing.