Chapter 10

Chapter 6: A Cult Ritual (1/2)

Song Yunfei wasn't thinking about how long she could keep this job—instead, looking at the proud golden boy and future business tycoon in front of her, forced by a scam to live such a miserable life, her heart turned completely cold and heavy.

Especially after personally experiencing just how suffocatingly crowded the bus was, the thought of Chu Jinhan enduring this daily commute every morning and delivering food late into the night—only to hand all his hard-earned money over to her—made her shudder.

Song Yunfei could already picture her own gruesome demise.

She observed three seconds of silent mourning for herself in her heart.

Would it be too late to start farming affection points with him right now?

After an agonizingly long ride, Chu Jinhan spoke up to remind her: “This is your stop.”

Song Yunfei snapped back to reality and uttered an “Oh.”

“I’m heading off then,” she added quickly. “I’ll buy groceries and cook tonight, so come back home to eat before you go out to deliver food.”

Without waiting for Chu Jinhan to answer, she stepped off the bus first.

After getting off, she had to walk another five minutes to reach the real estate sales office.

Entering the shop, she found the front desk staff and completed her onboarding procedures. The store manager was named Zhang Tao, a middle-aged man in his forties who had interviewed her yesterday.

Zhang Tao assigned her to a woman in her thirties named Sister Li, a seasoned veteran at the shop.

The sales department consisted of only seven or eight people, or nine including her. But the staff merely threw a quick glance in her direction—some scanning her up and down—before turning right back to their own business.

“You can sit here,” Sister Li said, pointing at a workstation near the window. “There are property brochures on the desk, along with our company’s rules, regulations, and sales procedures. Read through them yourself and ask me if there’s anything you don’t get.”

Sister Li turned and walked away the moment she finished speaking, her face written all over with impatience.

No one enjoyed training fresh hires—it was the same in every field, but especially in a hyper-competitive sales market like this.

Song Yunfei didn't mind her cold attitude. Walking over to the desk, she sat down and began flipping through the thick stack of materials.

Aside from property brochures, there was a heap of client call sheets and a comprehensive script handbook. Just going through all of this would take her days.

Before she could read for more than a few minutes, however, Zhang Tao called everyone together for a team meeting.

As the employees lined up in a neat row inside the office, Song Yunfei felt a wave of tension wash over her while listening to him review yesterday’s performance. She summoned every ounce of focus, hanging on Zhang Tao’s every word out of fear of missing crucial information.

In the very next instant, however, Zhang Tao abruptly shifted his tone: “Our target for this month is three million yuan! Can you do it?!”

“Yes, we can!”

Song Yunfei froze. Before she could even process what was happening, the collective roar of her coworkers exploded around her ears, vibrating the window glass with a loud hum.

“Tell me, what is our target?!”

“Three million!”

Zhang Tao thrust his fist into the air like a general leading troops into battle, shouting once more: “Yell out our slogan!”

“Time waits for no one! Work hard to deliver results! Strike while the iron is hot and break through performance records!”

“No eating, no sleeping, rally your energy to print cash!”

“...”

Why does this feel like I’ve joined an MLM pyramid scheme?

Song Yunfei felt her mind fracturing. She had never imagined that selling real estate would involve taking part in this kind of cult ritual.

Don't tell me they do this whole show every single morning?

After shouting their slogans, Zhang Tao finally remembered something and turned his gaze directly toward Song Yunfei.