The Art of Real Estate

“My head is spinning! Where am I?” In a small clinic of the Elegant Court Community in the capital, a young man in his twenties lay on a hospital bed, slowly opening his eyes. The harsh light shone on his face, making him squint and turn his head away instinctively. As he twisted his neck, a wave of intense pain surged through his head, forcing a hiss of breath from between his teeth.

The man on the bed was named Zhang Wei, an agent at Zhongtong Real Estate in the community. Earlier, a conflict broke out with another real estate company, during which Zhang Wei was struck from behind amidst the chaos. Fortunately, his colleagues rushed him to the clinic, and under the doctor's timely care, his condition was brought under control, avoiding serious consequences.

“Zhang Wei, you’re finally awake! You’ve been unconscious for half a day. How are you feeling?” Another young man, reading a novel on his phone, immediately stood up from the opposite bed upon hearing Zhang Wei speak, his voice tinged with relief.

This young man was Wang Jianfa, a colleague who joined the company with Zhang Wei. Both were somewhat introverted, often helping each other at work, and lived nearby. Naturally, they had become good friends.

“I’m fine, just a bit of a headache. Is this the clinic under Building Three?” Zhang Wei gradually recalled the moments before he lost consciousness, his voice weak.

“Yes, the doctor said you have a mild concussion, but nothing serious. Just rest for a couple of days and you’ll be fine.” Wang Jianfa slipped his phone into his suit poc