Chapter 9: Chen An’s job 1 (1/2)

Chapter 9: Chen An’s job (1)

It was only when sunlight streamed through the window and shined onto his face did Chen An finally opened his eyes in a daze.

The consequence of severe myopia was that only a foggy view would greet one’s eyes in the morning. The fuzzy effect of sunlight hitting on indistinctive blobs of colour gave an illusion of heaven.

Chen An raised a hand to cover his eyes. As alertness gradually tinkled in, he slowly sat up on the bed. He squinted his eyes to grab his glasses and looked at the alarm clock. It’s a quarter to ten in the morning.

He use to be a person who gets up from bed at eight sharp every morning. To an extent, it was even obsessive compulsive. But as time passed, due to his old aliments and increasing age, he had to bow down to reality.

Gradually he no longer rise before eight, gradually he passed his work and authority over to Lu Feng.

Giving himself a lazy stretch, Chen An dragged his pasty-white fat body off the bed. Though this body is a little overweight, he is in fairly good health. He casually threw on some clothes before going into the cramp little bathroom to wash up. Only then did he enter the dining room to see a note and a box on the table.

Chen An opened the box to find a key and 200 yuan inside it.

He then read the note from Chen Yang:

[Uncle, I’m off to school. There is breakfast in the kitchen, all you need to do is heat it up.Inside the box is the apartment key and 200 yuan. Take the money first - it will be convenient for when you step out of the house. My number is 13900xxxxxx, give me a call if something comes up.]

As Chen An tucked the key into his pocket, he eyed the two large hundred yuan notes in the box. After some thought, he took one of the notes. Though he would be rich soon enough, he really is penniless now.

‘He really is a sensible child.’

After giving Chen Yang some casual words of praise, Chen An ate the breakfast Chen Yang prepared. Then with poorly-made pointed leather shoes on his feet, a nest of messy hair on his head and a document bag in his hand, Chen An left for 'work’.

Downtown Shanghai is bustling with people during the day. A middle-aged pudgy man in sunglasses could not arouse any interest or standout in this crowd no matter what he does.

With his bag, Chen An made his way to the sales centre in an upscale residential area in Shanghai. Under thick heavy glasses, a pair of phoenix eyes held only mild indifference as they cast a sweeping look around the luxurious interior. Other than himself, there were a few men and women dressed in luxury branded clothes being shown around the apartments by enthusiastic realtors.

With his current appearance, at a first glance he look like someone who does pyramid schemes. At a second glance, he look like someone who does real estate. At a third glance, he look like someone in financial securities.

In other words, he look like a man who couldn’t afford to buy a house.

Hence, when Chen An walked into the building, the busy realtors barely spared him a glance before ignoring him. Even the ones who were clearly not busy, gave him only a cursory look without any intention to approach him.

Having received the cold treatment, Chen An did not leave in a huff. If such a small matter could drive him into a rage, he would have died countless of times before.

Chen An took a leisurely turn around the sales center. Chen Yang’s tiny shabby apartment really didn’t suit his taste.

He really did go to work today. His job tasks was to look at houses and to buy one.