"If within this year you don't manage to break them up successfully, I won't take back the deposit. The reason why there's no time written in the contract is that I know matters of the heart are hard to determine. Miss An is a smart person; a year is just a verbal constraint."
An Ruoxi couldn't help but grumble internally. Businessmen truly are cunning; the contract doesn't state a clear deadline, only a verbal agreement. What if it doesn't work out within a year? Will it really just be dismissed like that? Will she still get that eighty percent commission?
Eighty percent of the deposit – that's eight hundred thousand. To them, wealthy people, this amount of money is like plucking a feather from a chicken, insignificant. But for someone like her, from a small household, struggling for each meal, this figure is indeed tempting, so she must succeed.
Thinking this way, An Ruoxi pumped herself up fiercely.
