Chapter 127

The morning light of summer, not yet scorching, shone on the Demonstration Classroom of the Obstetrics Department at Mingzhou First Hospital.

Today, all the Interns, regardless of whether they were on the early, mid, or late shift, had arrived for the assessment.

As expected, Wang Chuan easily secured first place, while Pei Nanli took second; both could become Obstetrics Department surgical Assistants.

However, Wang Chuan and she were on the mid-shift today; after the assessment, they left the Obstetrics Department.

Wang Chuan checked his Mobile Phone for a text message, walked to the hospital's main entrance, and watched that familiar BMW 325i glide up to him.

The window rolled down, revealing Lou Yihan's capable yet slightly nervous face.

"President Wang, good morning." Lou Yihan's voice was crisp.

Wang Chuan nodded, saw Pei Nanli waving for a taxi in the distance, and shouted, "Pei Nanli, get in the car; I'll take you to take the Subject One Exam."

Hearing Wang Chuan's voice, Pei Nanli glanced at the BMW but did not move her feet.

Wang Chuan walked over, "Get in the car; this is borrowed from our newly established company. Aren't you one of the Shareholders? It's only right you can ride in it."

"Borrowed from a new company?"

"What do you think? Could it be that I bought it? Can I afford it?" Wang Chuan blinked, "Or do you think I was kept by some rich woman and given this?"

Pei Nanli thought that starting a company indeed required putting up a facade; she had heard her mother say that when her mother's law firm opened, the opening ceremony was held at the best hotel in Mingzhou City, inviting legal elites from all sectors to attend.

'Who did we borrow it from? The Boss of Nanshan Blue Fire Bar?'

At that moment, Lou Yihan got out of the car, "Oh, it's President Pei. First time meeting. I am the company's Finance Officer and Driver, Lou Yihan." She casually opened the rear door.

Pei Nanli glanced at Lou Yihan, who was wearing a professional suit skirt, pressed her lips together, and got in; it was normal for a Shareholder to ride in the company car, wasn't it?

Wang Chuan opened the door and sat in the front passenger seat, "The two major Shareholders of Suguangchuan Consulting are all here; let's go!"

As the air conditioning turned on, the scent of gardenia air freshener wafted over; Wang Chuan thought it must have been placed by Xin Chanxi this morning.

"Wang Chuan, wait for me; I'll catch a ride with you and drop me off."

Wang Jia, with peach-blossom eyes, ran over from the hospital entrance, "Li Wei and Luo De, when they left, I had just woken up, so I let them go ahead."

"Eh, Pei Nanli, why are you here too!"

Wang Chuan explained, "Although she signed up late, her Subject One Exam is on the same day as yours, which is today."

"Is Wang Chuan giving you a ride too?" Wang Jia asked, thinking that she and Li Wei and Luo De had made a bet; she had bet on Ten Yuan Sister, so did that mean she was going to lose?

The Driver Lou Yihan introduced, "President Wang and President Pei are Shareholders of our company; it's normal for Shareholders to ride in the company car."

At this moment, Wang Jia noticed that the Driver was a beautiful young woman.

"Wang Jia, stop talking nonsense; if you keep talking, you'll have to take the bus yourself."

Wang Jia fell silent, pouted, and looked at Pei Nanli affectionately, wearing a spoiled expression.

Pei Nanli's cold expression was actually coaxed into a smile, "Wang Jia, be bold; if you want to say something, just say it. I am also one of the company Shareholders; Wang Chuan can't cover the sky with one hand."

Inside Wang Chuan's mind: 'Little Student Pei, a 1% Shareholder, a dispensable role!'

Wang Jia chattered again, "Pei Nanli, what company did you and Wang Chuan establish? What is its name..."

The BMW still stopped at the entrance of the Vehicle Management Office where Wang Chuan and Xin Chanxi had taken their exam last time, dropping off Wang Jia and Pei Nanli.

Wang Chuan and Lou Yihan arrived at a nearby cold drink shop.

Lou Yihan took a sip of iced milk, "President Wang, these are the materials given by Little President Xin; she was busy and couldn't leave at the moment. Once she is free, she will contact you and rush over to meet us."

Wang Chuan flipped through that pile of customer detail records, which meticulously recorded the customer information, transaction times, and commission amounts for the three small real estate agencies—An Yuan Real Estate, Xin Wang Real Estate, and An Family Real Estate—over the past three years.

At the top was the final signatory of Yuansheng Group, 'Lian Zhanhuai'.

Lou Yihan asked, "President Wang, when we get to these three agencies later, what do we need to do?"

"Simple; we just pretend to be tenants and observe the working environment of the real estate agencies."

Wang Chuan handed half the documents to Lou Yihan to look at; after half an hour, he finished reading and asked, "Lou Yihan, have you spotted the problem?"

Lou Yihan frowned tightly: "These customers... the transaction cycles are too short. For several of them, from registering their intent to signing the contract and making payment, only two or three days passed; it's ridiculously fast."

"Switching the wood to graft the flower." Wang Chuan spat out four words, his eyes sharp, "Taking naturally arrived customers and, through backend operations, forcibly grafting them onto the names of these three agencies."

"In this way, Yuansheng Group would have to pay commissions to the agencies according to the channel Cooperation ratio. And this money, in the end, most of it, probably flowed into the pockets of this Lian Zhanhuai and his accomplices."

Lou Yihan randomly pointed to a name, "Then let me make a phone call to test it! Ask if she was a walk-in customer."

Wang Chuan hurriedly stopped her, "Don't call; it's easy to startle the snake. They must have given some benefits to those customers, like a discount on the total price, waiving property management fees, or waiving parking space rent."

"President Wang, your meaning is that if I call, they won't admit she was a walk-in customer and will say she was introduced by a channel to buy the house?"

Lou Yihan immediately understood.

Wang Chuan glanced at the name Lou Yihan pointed to, Xue Yuan, and beside it was the name Chen Qing; he hurriedly looked at the information carefully.

'It really is the Boss and Boss Lady of Qingyuan Teahouse. If the real estate agency investigation yields no results, I'll ask Pei Nanli's mother for help then.'

After the two finished their cold drinks, Lou Yihan started the BMW and drove to the street where the first real estate agency, An Yuan Real Estate, was located.

The storefront was not large, tucked into the corner of a back alley; the glass door was dull and gray, and the red paint on the sign was peeling.

Inside the shop was only a man in his forties, wearing a cheap suit with greasy hair, flipping through a newspaper with utter boredom.

Lou Yihan took a deep breath, put on a professional smile, pushed the door open, and entered, "Hello, Boss; we want to look at houses in Dongxin District."

The man raised his eyelids, lazily sized them up, lingered for a few extra seconds on Lou Yihan, and then slowly said, "Oh, looking at houses. What price range do you want? How large an area? Preparing for a wedding house?"

What he saw was Wang Chuan walking in with his arm around Lou Yihan's shoulder; since they were young, they must be looking for a wedding house.

Lou Yihan's face immediately turned slightly red; she was speechless for a moment.

Wang Chuan nodded but didn't speak immediately, observing the environment inside the shop.

Several outdated housing posters were pasted on the wall, there was a tattered office desk, an old computer, and not even a decent water dispenser.

After quite a while, Wang Chuan asked, "Mainly near Donghu Yazhu or Jinding International, second-hand two-bedroom apartments, budget around..."

Wang Chuan quoted a reasonable market price range.

The man's eyes flickered; he picked up a tattered Notebook from the desk and flipped through it:

"Donghu Yazhu... no suitable listings have been released recently. Jinding International does have one, but the floor isn't very good; it's the top floor with western exposure."

"Top floor, west-facing sun exposure?" Wang Chuan feigned just the right amount of disappointment. "Then forget it. By the way, I heard you cooperate quite a bit with Yuansheng Group? They should have some existing new houses. Can you get us a good discount?"

"Yuansheng?" The man didn't even lift his eyelids, his tone perfunctory. "There is cooperation, but the discounts are all uniform. We agents can't make the call. What kind of 'good discount' are you talking about?"

He waved his hand, acting as if they didn't understand the trade.

"I see..." Wang Chuan pretended to regret it, then probed again. "Then what did those previous clients who quickly closed deals on Yuansheng houses through you find appealing? We'd like to take a reference."

The man's hand flipping the newspaper paused for a moment, then he said impatiently:

"How would we know what clients like? They have money and are willing to buy! Do you want to see the house or not? If not, don't waste our time!"