The attic connects the past and present; I became a tycoon and got rich overnight!

Chapter 62 is my special ability.
“Anytime,” Song Youan blurted out. “You can sign the contract anytime.”

"That's great! Uncle Song, have you found a place to live yet? If not, I have some nice properties here that you can take a look at."

The real estate agent was very professional; he recognized them as potential clients and even found suitable properties for them.

However, she had already bought the house and could only politely decline the offer.

The real estate agent just smiled awkwardly and didn't say anything more.

Song You'an was about to leave when a strange curiosity suddenly arose in her mind. She turned to the real estate agent and asked, "Excuse me, but if I may ask, how much do you earn in a month?"

The young man was taken aback by the question before replying, "Our base salary is very low; we mostly rely on commissions, so our wages aren't particularly stable. On average, I make about 30,000 a month, and it's rarely less than that."

Song Youan was slightly surprised. Are real estate agents really that profitable?
But the young man added, "It's just that there aren't many people with my income. There are quite a few employees in our company, but most of them earn between eight and ten thousand a month, accounting for about 80%. I'm probably just more diligent than others. I'm willing to give up my rest time to take clients to see houses anytime they want, so the closing rate is a bit higher."

Song Youan nodded in understanding. Indeed, no matter what industry you're in, hard work is always the most effective method.

She needs to work harder, because she has found that although she has achieved financial freedom, her consumption level has also increased accordingly.

Putting everything else aside, just buying a house and a car has already cost nearly 50 million.

She needs to earn more money so that she can enjoy everything she has now without feeling anxious or insecure.

When I came out of my house, Yan Fei was already waiting in his car downstairs in the residential area, standing by the roadside smoking.

Seeing Song Youan walk out of the residential area, Yan Fei quickly stubbed out his cigarette and went to greet her: "Where are you going?"

"Let's go check out the studio."

At the Huafei Industrial Park, Song Youan visited for the second time to check on the progress of her studio.

She was completely at ease leaving it to Fang Che, but she was too embarrassed to just sit back and do nothing. This was her own business, and she had to take it seriously.

The workers had been busy inside all morning, but Song Youan was pushed out by Fang Che before she could even step inside.

"Don't go in, it's all dusty inside. It's always dirty and messy in the early stages of construction." Fang Che patted the dust off his clothes and asked, "Why are you here?"

Song Youan laughed: "I was just afraid you'd complain that I wasn't keeping up with the progress. I just happened to have nothing to do today, so I came to check on things."

Fang Che laughed upon hearing this: "I wish you would ignore it. You know me, I don't like others interfering with my design plans. We've agreed that you can take a look, but you can't give me any opinions, and I won't accept them."

"I know, it's just a genius's quirk."

Fang Che laughed and said, "Anyway, don't worry, I'll definitely design your place to be high-end and modern, so that the employees won't want to leave work. I'll send you the progress updates via WeChat every three days, so you don't need to come here. Your clothes and accessories are quite expensive, it would be a shame to get them covered in paint."

Song Youan could only nod helplessly; she had no choice but to relinquish her role as a hands-off manager.

At that moment, Yan Fei noticed that the area across the street was also under renovation, and couldn't help but ask instinctively, "Do we have neighbors now?"

Song Youan had also noticed it early on, and took the opportunity to ask Fang Che, "Senior brother, what company is across the street?"

Fang Che shook his head: "I don't know. Construction on the other side only started yesterday. There are only workers coming and going, so I didn't ask. I'll ask the designer or the person in charge when I see them."

Song Youan didn't take it too seriously, since it was none of her business what her neighbors did.

He had originally intended to treat Fang Che to lunch since he was already there, but Fang Che refused and sent him away. On the way to Lanting, Yan Fei couldn't help but say, "I've found that you design students are all quite interesting."

Song Youan glanced at him and smiled: "Geniuses like Senior Brother Fang Che are still a minority; most people are just ordinary people."

She thought of the real estate agent she met today. From their brief conversation, she could tell that he had been working for a long time and was earning 30,000 yuan a month in a city like Jinghai without a college degree.

And what about those college graduates? Some of them can't find jobs at all, and even if they do get a job, they might not earn as much as this guy who works as a real estate agent.

There are very few people like Fang Che who can earn their first pot of gold in college and then have like-minded classmates to start a business with after graduation.

The most frequent messages in the class group chat are complaints about how hard it is to find a job, and how terrible the interviewers are.

And she herself is also a lucky one.

Without the system and the pavilion leading to the Great Zhao Dynasty, could she have accumulated such wealth through her own efforts?
Obviously not. Song You'an knew her own limitations, so she didn't deny that she had gotten all of this because of luck.

In order to maintain all of this, she is willing to work hard, and she must work hard.

When Song Youan arrived at Lanting, she happened to see Sun Youfu being led out of the hall by two criminal police officers. He was handcuffed and looked ashen-faced, as if he had already seen the end of his life.

Many of Lanting's senior executives came out to watch, but no one knew what had happened. Without any warning, Sun, the purchasing manager, was taken away by the police.

Discussions are inevitable. These are all intelligent people, and everyone knows perfectly well why the head of the purchasing department got into trouble.

"Let's issue an internal statement later, so that employees don't make wild guesses and spread false rumors, which would be bad for LightInTheBox's image."

Song Youan came to Chi Yu's side and said to him.

Chi Yu nodded: "Understood, don't worry."

Song Youan thought for a moment and then said, "Also, the orphanages and nursing homes that receive donations should not be interrupted. Purchase ordinary fresh ingredients and deliver them on time. Don't let this matter affect anything, otherwise it will also affect Lanting's reputation."

Chi Yu looked at Song You'an and nodded slightly: "Okay, I will arrange for someone to handle this matter."

After hesitating for a moment, Chi Yu couldn't help but say, "You An, I didn't expect you to be so good at judging people."

He remembered that when Song Youan first met Sun Youfu, she blurted out that she had a bad impression of him, and as a result, the problem was indeed found out.

Chi Yu didn't think it was a coincidence. Song You'an had good judgment and was very thoughtful.

Song Youan turned her head to meet his gaze, then smiled gently: "Right? I'm usually very good at judging people, that's why I trust you so much!"

Chi Yu was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, and asked in a low voice, "But do you understand me?"

"I don't know." Song Youan shook her head gently: "But I can trust someone I don't know. I guess that's my special ability."

Chi Yu laughed, taking Song You'an's words as a joke, but he was also secretly delighted.

It's something to be happy about to be trusted unconditionally.

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