"Are you Sir Christopher-Cowell? To keep you waiting for a long time, I am Monet Lowell, general manager of Heavy Rotation Real Estate. Please follow me to the office. "

Simon Christopher-Cowell nodded, joining Monet Lowell in the office building from the aisle reserved for high-ranking figures.

While riding in the elevator, Monet Lowell secretly observed Simon Christopher-Cowell, realizing that this young man looked very ordinary, nothing special. The clothes he wore were also quite cheap.

But he did not dare to despise Simon Christopher-Cowell at all, because this person is currently the owner of Heavy Rotation Real Estate.

That day, when the old man came here to buy Heavy Rotation Real Estate, he paid double the price without blinking, and said he bought this real estate company just as a gift for their owner.

For the first time in his life, Monet Lowell had seen someone buy a company as a gift, so he knew the old man was horrible to imagine.

And Simon Christopher-Cowell was the master, who, the old man said, no matter how ordinary Simon Christopher-Cowell looked, he did not dare to be rude.

The two of them went into Monet Lowell's study together, and he took out a few folders, gave Simon Christopher-Cowell to sign, and then gave Simon Christopher-Cowell a key, saying, "Sir Christopher-Cowell, starting today, you are the chairman of the board of directors of Heavy Rotation Real Estate. This is the key to the Heavy Rotation villa, a symbol of your identity. Please keep it."

Simon Christopher-Cowell accepted the key, then nodded and said, "You will continue to manage this place for me in the future. Now I come here just to tell you in advance, the Prewitts will be here soon." "Until then, just do as I say and don't be rude."

Monet Lowell immediately replied with a smile: "Don't worry, Chairman, I will keep this in mind. If the president needs it, we can give them an office building directly, no problem."

Simon Christopher-Cowell smiled and said nothing. Although he could indeed give Donna Prewitt an office building directly, he did not intend to do so, because he wanted others to see her differently, so he bought the court. In this office, you just need to silently help her.

"Chairman, I'll take you to our sales hall to have a look. There's our newest villa. If you like it, you can move in at any time." Monet Lowell said.

Simon Christopher-Cowell thought, "I'm free now anyway; I can go and find out the situation here for a while," so he agreed with Monet Lowell.

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The two quickly went down to the first floor. At this moment, Monet Lowell suddenly had a stomachache. He awkwardly spoke to Simon Christopher-Cowell for an hour and then ran to the bathroom, leaving Simon Christopher-Cowell alone to walk in the front hall.

Simon Christopher-Cowell didn't mind either, walking into the sales hall alone, observing the other architectural models.

The villa and garden house are very beautifully designed. The other Heavy Rotation villa is even more famous among the architectural works in Los Angeles. The architectural model of the Heavy Rotation villa is located in the right location. central hall.

Simon Christopher-Cowell walked into the center of the great hall, and at that moment, Fena Hattie was standing there, saw him coming, frowned, and then shouted without hesitation: "Simon Christopher-Cowell, didn't I tell you? Do you want to get out of here? This is not a place where a poor person like you can go. Don't get the hell out of here. "

Everyone in the hall looked at Fena Hattie, then at Simon Christopher-Cowell.

Fena Hattie walked up to Simon Christopher-Cowell, hands on hips, cocked her head, and said, "You're not afraid of dirtying the floor at our place. You can't buy anything here even if you strive your whole life." Where, if you get dirty, will you be able to pay it off? "

Simon Christopher-Cowell frowned and asked coldly, "Why do you write about places that are not open to other people to visit?"

So what, if you think other people can come in, can you too? Don't forget, you're just a useless guy that everyone knows. It's good enough for me to stand here politely talking to you. "Fena Hattie boasted,"

Simon Christopher-Cowell pouted his lips. He had never before cared for a person who looked down on others like Fena Hattie. Let alone now the president of Heavy Rotation Real Estate, this Fena Hattie treated clients in the company. If it continues like that, it will definitely affect the company's business, so he can't keep this person.

"If you treat customers with such an attitude, I'm afraid you won't be able to keep your job." Simon Christopher-Cowell said coldly.

Fena Hattie still looked down on Simon Christopher-Cowell with great contempt, so hearing him say that made her laugh even harder.

"Everyone, come here and see, this useless guy said that my attitude is not good, and said that I will not be able to keep this job anymore, laughing to death!"

Everyone gathered around immediately. Most of them were Fena Hattie's colleagues, because it was just working time, so no one had come to see the house.

"I tell everyone, this person is Simon Christopher-Cowell, famously useless in Los Angeles. He lives in the Prewitt family, washes and cooks every day like a maid, and is also a housekeeper. My high school friend too. I really don't want to talk about this, because it's too embarrassing. Fena Hattie made a mockery of him.

Everyone who heard Fena Hattie say that immediately looked at Simon Christopher-Cowell with disdain. They had more or less heard of him, and knew he was really a useless weakling.

"It turned out to be that countryman, Simon Christopher-Cowell. No wonder I felt so mean. If you hadn't said it, I'd have thought he was a beggar picking up trash."

"A useless, helpless fellow, dares to discuss our sister Hattie's business at will. We'll be promoted to manager next week. What does this poor fellow have to say about Hattie? "Are we going to lose our jobs?"

As far as I can see, we should get this useless guy out. Today is the day our new president takes office. If he meets the new president soon, it will be very troublesome.

Everyone nodded at the same time. Indeed, the CEO said yesterday that the new president would come here to take office today.

Fena Hattie stared at Simon Christopher-Cowell, even though she wanted to hear people laugh at him more to show her superiority, because at her age she's already a real estate manager, after all. Heavy rotation is already more powerful than many of their classmates of the same age.

She thinks she has to be weighed against trash like Simon Christopher-Cowell to highlight her abilities.

She even had the illusion that, while waiting for the president to come here soon, maybe she would fall in love with her at first sight, and then she would really take a step into the clouds.

But she was also afraid that the new president would soon be angry with this unwanted person and said to Simon Christopher-Cowell: "Did you hear anything? Today our new president will be If you come here and there, don't stand here and interfere. In case you affect the mood of our new president, can you bear this responsibility? "

With that, she went over and grabbed Simon Christopher-Cowell by the shirt, intending to drag him out.

Simon Christopher-Cowell remained frozen in place, staring coldly at Fena Hattie.

"Are you deaf?" I told you to go out. Why are you standing here bewildered? " "Fena Hattie said angrily.

"This is my company. Why should I go?" Simon Christopher-Cowell said.

"Are you crazy? I see you've been a useless guy for so long that you've gone crazy, so I dare say this is your company. Why don't you just say you're the boss of a big family? "Simon Christopher-Cowell, don't dream anymore. You're a poor man. Get the hell out of here for me." Fena Hattie looked at him with the look of an idiot.

"I'm not dreaming. You'll know in a little while." Simon Christopher-Cowell said calmly.

Everyone around us felt that Simon Christopher-Cowell had cultivated his shameless courage to the extreme, stood there with his thick face and didn't go, and even dared to say that this company was his own. What a myth. Vong.

Fena Hattie saw Simon Christopher-Cowell standing still and was a little nervous, afraid that when the new president came here, Simon Christopher-Cowell would cause trouble, so she hurriedly called the security guards.

"It's him. He ran to our company to mess up, and he pretended to be the boss. Quickly arrest him!" Fena Hattie pointed at Simon Christopher-Cowell and said fiercely.

The security guards stared at Simon Christopher-Cowell, realizing that this man really didn't look like someone who could be the boss, so they approached him, intending to kill him.

Simon Christopher-Cowell narrowed his eyes at the guards, hands clenched into fists.

At this moment, Monet Lowell came out of the toilet, saw a few security guards about to take action against Simon Christopher-Cowell, and was afraid to turn pale.

He quickly ran to Simon Christopher-Cowell, then shouted, "What are you doing? Please stop! "

As soon as Fena Hattie saw the general manager coming, she quickly said to Monet Lowell: "General manager, this person is that famous useless guy in Los Angeles. He's gone crazy. He even ran to our company. Say this." "This is his company. Today is the day our new president takes office. We are afraid he will offend the new president, so we want to kick him out." '

He was my high school classmate. He saw that I was more successful than him, so he was upset, and then came here to make a mess. Fortunately, I realized it early, otherwise he was not sure if he had caused trouble. It's small for the company. " In Fena Hattie's words, there was also a meaning of competition.

Without saying a word, Monet Lowell heard Fena Hattie say that her face was extremely ugly. She raised her hand and slapped her directly.

He is the new president of our company. He came here to visit the girls working, but you dare say he is crazy, and you still want to kick him out. Do you not want to live? more right? " Monet Lowell became enraged.

Fena Hattie's eyes widened, and the eyes of everyone present in the hall were also filled with surprise.

"You... is he the new president?" How is this possible? He's a famous loser in Los Angeles. " Hattie Phuong still couldn't believe it.

"I see you as useless." "You really are blind." Monet Lowell was so angry that she almost sewed up Fena Hattie's mouth.

He quickly turned around, bowed his head and said to Simon Christopher-Cowell: "President, I really didn't expect them to treat you like this. This is all my fault. I hope you will punish me."

Simon Christopher-Cowell waved his hand, then looked at Fena Hattie and said, "It's not you who should be blamed, but the self-righteous one."

"The company should treat customers equally." Someone who looks down on others like her should be fired soon.

"What, how is this possible?"

Fena Hattie looked at Simon Christopher-Cowell in bewilderment. She still couldn't believe that her useless classmate since school was actually the president of this company.

She was about to be promoted to manager, which was a huge honor for her. She even told her family that next week she would invite all of her relatives to a meal to show off her achievements.

But everything disappeared because she didn't take anyone seriously. Now she not only hasn't been promoted to manager but even her original job can no longer be kept. "

I was wrong, I have blind eyes, I shouldn't have said those words to you. You respect the fact that we were once tablemates and forgive me for once. " Fena Hattie begged.

Monet Lowell glared at her, then coldly said: "If you had known earlier, like now, why would you do that then? This is all on your own, protect it, quickly kick her out for me!"

The security guards did not dare to be indifferent, rushed to take Fena Hattie by the arm, and then dragged her out of the hall.