The words had barely left his lips when the salesperson shot Lin Xiao a look of utter disdain.
"You stinking beggar, cash or card?"
Lin Xiao suppressed the rage in his heart. He chuckled and asked, "Miss, if the penthouse sells, how much commission do you get?"
"None of your damn business," the salesperson replied irritably.
Su Qingkun sneered, "Exactly, none of your business. Hurry up and fork over the money. If you don't have it, then get down and lick my shoes and Qian Qian's clean!"
"Brother-in-law, no need to rush. I really must get this commission thing figured out," Lin Xiao said with a smile.
Su Qingkun glared at Lin Xiao, clearly dissatisfied. "Qian Qian, tell this stinking beggar how much commission you'd get for the penthouse."
The salesperson said haughtily, "Mr. Shao already said that whoever sells the penthouse will receive a bonus of fifty million!"
"Wow, that's a lot," Lin Xiao said, grinning.
