Yang Mo's voice had barely left his lips when the entire room seemed to pause.
The lobby manager stared at him, dumbfounded for a moment—then scoffed inwardly. What a braggart. He really doesn't know his place. Saying the price is acceptable? Does he even know how much we're talking about? Five million per unit isn't pocket change!
The manager's lips curled into a sneer. "The price is acceptable, is it? I'm curious to see just what kind of price you can accept."
Sensing the tension rising again, Yuki bit her lip. Her nerves stretched taut. Then, mustering some courage, she suggested, "Manager, why don't I accompany this gentleman to view the floor plan? That way, if he decides he's not interested, it won't be too awkward. I can talk to him privately and guide him out gracefully."
It was a kind-hearted move. But the manager, clearly not in a cooperative mood, waved her off with a dismissive gesture. "No need to trouble yourself. We have floor plan diagrams for every 'King of the Building' unit. Just bring them over and let him browse. No need to run around."
Yang Mo's expression tightened slightly. "Buying a home isn't a trivial decision," he said, his voice calm but firm. "Looking at a paper layout isn't the same as standing inside the place. I may not have experience in purchasing property, but I know the difference between a drawing and reality. I'd still prefer to see the unit myself—if possible."
Before Yuki could respond, Xiao Tang—who had been loitering nearby, practically itching to watch Yang Mo humiliate himself—stormed up, voice dripping with mockery.
"Stop pretending already! A house over five million—do you think that's just a random number you can toss around?" he sneered, eyes flashing with disdain. "Look at the clothes you're wearing. Look at your shoes! Do you seriously believe you can afford a home here? This isn't a charity sale, you know!"
The sneering tone was enough to stir the crowd again. Onlookers exchanged glances and murmured among themselves.
"He's still a student, right?"
"Isn't that uniform from a public college?"
"Just look at him. Not a chance."
"He's clearly just here to stir up trouble or chase the salesgirl."
Whispers grew louder as more people added their own judgments. Slowly, the sentiment of the room shifted. Where earlier they had thought the sales staff was being too harsh, now many began to agree with Xiao Tang.
Yet amid all the murmurs and condescension, Yang Mo remained untouched by the noise. He didn't so much as glance at them.
His gaze remained on Xiao Tang as he calmly asked, "So what you're saying is, the floor plans for the 'King of the Building' units aren't available to the public?"
Before Xiao Tang could offer a snide reply, the lobby manager's expression darkened.
At this point, the manager had already run out of patience. What he had originally thought would be a short, dismissive conversation had turned into a drawn-out situation—and the more Yang Mo insisted, the more it irritated him.
"Young man," the manager said, folding his arms across his chest, "homes here are worth over five million. That's not a trivial figure. If you're truly interested, I can ensure our C-tier customers are satisfied. As for you... it's better to just study the floor plan."
The meaning was loud and clear: You're not worth the time it takes to open a door.
The spectators exchanged knowing glances. They could practically smell the impending embarrassment.
A smirk tugged at the corner of the manager's mouth. Without waiting for Yuki, he whipped out his phone and began scrolling—probably pulling up the official plans. Meanwhile, Yuki stood frozen, flustered and confused. Why is everyone ganging up on this young man?
Something about the situation didn't sit right with her. Normally, if a customer requested a tour, a salesperson would oblige without hesitation. But today, everyone seemed eager to mock, to dismiss.
Yang Mo, observing all of this, simply nodded slightly and said to Yuki in a tone as composed as ever, "Then please guide me through the floor plans. Thank you for your time."
Those words were clearly not meant for the lobby manager, nor for Xiao Tang.
Yuki blinked, caught off guard by his politeness despite the surrounding disrespect. But she quickly regained her composure and nodded eagerly. "Yes, sir. Which unit would you like to start with?"
The manager, now feeling completely ignored, cleared his throat loudly and spoke, "Alright then. Yuki, if by some miracle this order goes through, it'll be counted under your name."
A hint of surprise lit up Yuki's eyes. That meant the commission—one she never dared dream of. Selling even one of these "King" units would mean a year's worth of wages in her account.
With a mix of excitement and disbelief, she dove into her explanation, her professionalism returning in full force.
Meanwhile, Xiao Tang stood nearby, arms crossed, waiting eagerly for Yang Mo's inevitable embarrassment.
A few minutes passed.
Yang Mo, who had been quietly listening to Yuki's introduction, finally pointed at one of the layouts and asked, "This one has a great layout. If I were to purchase two of these units, could I get a discount?"
Silence fell like a dropped pin.
A few seconds later, laughter erupted. Loud, mocking, and aimed squarely at him.
"Hahaha! Did you hear that?"
"Buy two?! He's doubling down on the act!"
"I don't think he can afford half a unit, let alone two!"
Xiao Tang practically exploded with laughter, holding his stomach as he leaned back. "Are you serious right now? What kind of rich guy are you pretending to be, huh? Are you here to audition for a movie or something? Stop wasting everyone's time!"