Peninsula: From a supporting actor to the best actor in Chungmuro

Chapter 19 Instructions for Expired Care
7:50 the next morning.

The glass door of the Seongsu-dong real estate store reflects Kang Jae-hoon's twisted tie.

"Brother, this tie."

Jin Dayuan holds a toothpick in his mouth:

"What's wrong? This is what I got after haggling for half an hour in Myeongdong last night!"

Jiang Zaixun stared at the "LV" print on the tie, which had been washed out to become the "IU" logo, and his mouth twitched.

"Brother will show you once, watch carefully——"

Jin Dayuan suddenly straightened his back, tapping the floor tiles with the heels of his leather shoes like a cigarette butt, and clenched his right hand into a phone position:

"Hey, President Gu Jin! You can definitely keep the Hannam-dong penthouse you requested until the end of the month! What? Full payment? I'll break the previous owner's legs right now!"

Jiang Jae-hoon: “…”

"Have you learned it? If you have, go in!"

When the glass door was pushed open, the doorbell rang crisply.

The Mediterranean store manager glared at me, holding a coffee cup.
"You're performing a sitcom in front of my store so early in the morning?"

Jiang Zaixun bowed 90 degrees:

"Hello, Manager Nim, I'm Jiang Zaixun and I'm here for an interview!"

The store manager looked at his inverted triangle shoulder line:
"Jiang Jae-hoon, are you Park Sung-ho's cousin?"

"Yes!"

The store manager immediately handed him the manual and the induction form:

"Go to the back and fill out the onboarding form and read the manual yourself. I'll find a trainer to guide you after the morning meeting."

"Yes."

After a moment, Jiang Zaixun finished filling in the information and opened the manual:

Article 1: When Chinese students ask for prices, a 20% service fee will be automatically added.

Article 2: The deposit for Japanese customers is quoted at 70%, and Southeast Asian customers are required to pay three months' rent in advance.

Article 3: Semi-basements are collectively referred to as "semi-duplexes", and water leakage must be interpreted as "suitable humidity in the Jiangnan area".

Article 4: On page 8 of the contract, it is stated in size 8 font that "the landlord has the right to increase the rent at any time" and the penalty for breach of contract is charged at 200%.

The content of the real estate agency's morning meeting is shockingly simple.

The store manager used a marker to write down today's goals on the whiteboard:
1. Each person will show three groups of clients
2. Collect three sets of new property keys

3. Maintain second place and strive for third place in terms of contract signing volume

Jiang Zaixun's master is Jin Chengfan——

A 37-year-old gold medal agent, his suits are always two sizes too big, and he uses enough hairspray to stick to the Han River Bridge.

The other party took Jiang Zaixun's employment form and glanced at it:

"Graduating from Seoul Arts University and selling houses?"

“Because of love!”

"..."

Jin Chengfan glanced at him as if he were a fool:
"Can you drive?"

"meeting."

Park Jung-woo tossed him a bunch of keys and said, "Go fill up the gas first."

Jiang Zaixun stared at the "Hyundai Azera" logo on the back of the car and silently swallowed his protest of "first day of internship as a driver".

Come back after refueling.

Park Jung-hwan put the ballpoint pen in his suit pocket, picked up his keychain and walked out:

"Follow me and I'll show you a good property."

Forty minutes later.

Jiang Zaixun covered his mouth and nose and pushed open the musty iron door:
"Senior, this semi-basement doesn't even have an exhaust fan."

Jin Chengfan took out the perfume bottle and sprayed it into the air:
"This is called retro industrial style. Do you understand the selling point of a 20% deposit increase?"

“But the ceiling is leaking.”

"Natural humidifiers in Gangnam! Didn't you see the news about chaebol wives hiring people to pour water over their houses?"

"..."

Jiang Zaixun's ballpoint pen hovered over the "Advantages" column of the property listing for a long time, and finally wrote:
[A Feng Shui treasure land (it really gets windy and leaks!)]

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the first group of customers arrived.

"Anihasayo——"

As soon as the female student with a Northeastern accent opened her mouth, the tip of Jin Chengfan's leather shoe poked Jiang Zaixun's ankle.

"Miss Quan, right?"

Jiang Zaixun gritted his teeth and handed over the tampered subway map:
“This house is only a five-minute walk to Kyung Hee University!”

“Can be displayed on the map.”

"That's for drivers. We can save another two minutes by taking a shortcut through the churchyard!"

Jin Chengfan suddenly slumped over the sofa, clutching his chest. "So many people were vying for this room. I didn't even have time to take my high blood pressure medicine before rushing here."

The girl hurriedly bowed: "Are you okay?"

"Just pay the deposit and it'll be fine!"

Jiang Zaixun stared at Jin Chengfan's twitching eyelids and finally understood why he carried quick-acting heart pills in his pocket.

After signing the contract and seeing the guests off, Jin Chengfan flicked the banknotes:
"Girls from China who come to chase stars are the easiest to deceive. Next time, raise the price by 30%."

The glass door reflected the girl's back as she skipped away. Jiang Zaixun clicked his gel pen.
"It may take her half a year to collect this deposit."

"so what?"

Jin Chengfan took out two banknotes and slapped them on his chest:

"Your commission is enough to buy you a new pair of leather shoes. How about a drink tonight? It's a celebration for your new job."

"No, Senior, I plan to memorize some more lines."

"Shit, your hard work is exactly the same as mine back then."

That night.

Kim Dae-won squatted beside the curb and listened to Kang Jae-hoon complaining:
"How about telling Director Han that I can't act?"

"no!"

Jiang Zaixun wrinkled the hem of his suit:
"Teacher Hwang Jung-min once said that an actor should be able to immerse himself in the character."

"Even if my skin stinks?"

"..."

Under the cold light of the convenience store, Jiang Jae-hoon stared at the last tuna rice ball in a daze.

"Guest, do you want it heated up?"

"No, thanks."

As the coin rolled into the coin slot, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a calico cat curled up in a cardboard box outside the glass door.

The commission from renting an apartment to a female international student from Northeast China was exchanged by Jiang Zaixun for five cans of cat food.

He squatted beside the green belt and pried open the aluminum cover, and the calico cat's tail brushed across the back of his hand.

Lee Sung-kyung sat cross-legged on a yoga mat, chewing an apple. She didn't even look up when she heard the door lock click.

"I had the bathroom water heater fixed."

"Ah."

Jiang Zaixun put the rice ball on the upper shelf of the refrigerator, and the plastic packaging made a slight sound in the silence.

Li Jingcheng's rhythm of biting the apple suddenly slowed down:
"Hey."

"Ok?"

"There's cat hair on your trouser legs."

Jiang Zaixun stopped his action of patting his trouser legs and took out a lint remover from under the coffee table and rolled his trouser legs silently.

“How’s the internship at an agency like?”

"Today I met a foreign student from China."

Jiang Zaixun's movements of picking up the cat's fur were a little slower:
"The house I recommended to her requires a detour around the churchyard to get to school."

"You told the truth?"

"Senior used a quick-acting heart pill to trick her into signing the contract."

"..."

Lee Sung-kyung suddenly stood up, opened the refrigerator, took out a bag of instant chicken breast and walked into the kitchen.

After a moment, she placed the plate in front of Jiang Jae-hoon:
"It tastes terrible. Feed it to the cat."

Jiang Zaixun stared at the neatly cut chicken breast and suddenly laughed out loud:
"Bible, your way of comforting people is so awkward."

"Who comforted you?"

Lee Sung-kyung rolled up her yoga mat and said, "I'm just dealing with expired food."

Jiang Zaixun touched the hot plate and was silent for a moment, then said softly:

"Thank you."

"If you want to thank me, clean the grout in the bathroom tiles."

After rolling the yoga mat into the storage bag, Lee Sung-kyung turned and walked towards the bedroom.

The door was halfway closed when it suddenly opened again, and she suddenly stuck her head out:
"Hey."

"Ok?"

Jiang Zaixun turned his head.

"Real Estate Agent's Suit"

"suitable for you."

As the door lock clicked shut, Kang Jae-hoon rubbed the back of his neck.

The calico cat meowed downstairs, and the moonlight made the uneaten chicken breast shine.

(End of this chapter)