Wang Xiaoyue introduced the Zizhu Community project as she had done previously.
Her attitude was quite good, not caring whether the other party bought or not, as long as she completed her own work.
Just as she finished speaking, the young man lifted his chin toward the direction of the sand table model.
"Have the fifth and sixth buildings been purchased by anyone?"
Wang Xiaoyue did not react for a moment, "Which floor are you interested in these two buildings?"
Zhou Yiran just shrugged his shoulders, still speaking in that nonchalant tone.
"What I mean is, I want both these buildings."
Wang Xiaoyue's smile almost faltered—this person's joke was way too big.
But her basic professional ethics still made her respond calmly, "I'm sorry, but two units in building five have just been sold."
"Which two?" Zhou Yiran hadn't expected that he would arrive so early and yet there were already units sold.
He wondered which family was so lucky to have made such quick decisions.