The Winner Takes Everything
Ben In Degrade

On the first day Ben works at the sales center, he tells everyone that he and Mr. Lott are besan. That seems like what he used to do.

So people know she has a tough background, which Ben uses to pick up girls.

The gold diggers stormed him like a hungry wolf.

The girl standing in front of him was one of these gold diggers.

"Okay, of course." With his face puffy, Ben replied with an ugly smile.

“But, Ben, my performance this month is less than qualified, so..

I'll pay you another way."

The girl smiled charmingly at Ben, and crossed her fingers on his chest. Ben's heart was racing.

He had been through the same situation for thousands of times. How could he not understand the girl's intentions.

However, he quit the idea to get in touch with her.

His face was clouded and hinted, "Actually I..."

"Sara, Ben, what's wrong with you? Don't you have a job?" A middle-aged man shouted

Sara suddenly frowned and frowned, "I have something to report to the Hall manager"

"From now on, you report directly to me. This is Mr. Lott's order. Ben Hall has been revealed to be a salesman, and I will be your new manager."

The man's face was as cold as a rock, which frightened Sara.

Isn't Ben's brother Mr. Lott's?

How could he lose his position in one night?

Sara is a smart girl because she suddenly realizes everything when she glances at Ben's wounds.

He said with an embarrassing smile, "Well, Ben, I have to work."

The way he went from calling him "Manager Ben" to "Ben" was so natural, so perfect.

Ben looked at the curvy Sara and asked, "Sara, your birthday party tonight.."

"Ben, I have to work overtime in order to reach the standard" Sara said without looking over. Ben was left there alone and unhappy.

As she got rid of Ben, Sara rushed over to the middle-aged man who was yelling at him.

"Manager, what happened, Ben is Mr. Lott's brother-in-law!"

The man gave her a blank look and replied, "Did you see the scar on his face? Mr. Lott did that because he was dealing with the wrong person. He called the CEO of this sales center to demote Ben."

"Even Mr. Lott did not have the courage to provoke the man. Now he's actually thinking of divorcing his wife."

Nothing could be kept secret in this world, let alone a place filled with schemes and plots like this.

"Oh My God."

Sara's dumbfounded. He covered his mouth with his hand, "So, Ben is really desperate now?"

The middle-aged manager confirmed his guess by nodding. Sara becomes so angry at Ben that she grabs his clothes and swears, "Fuck up!"

When Jack arrives at the sales center, the taxi driver checks Jack from the rearview mirror and laughs at him, "Dude, are you here to apply for a sales position? It's a good job. As a taxi driver, I'm full information Jobs in this place, you make at least 50 thousand a month.

"But I'm here to buy a house" Jack said as he paid the fare and got off.

The driver froze and muttered, "Damn it, what a fool.

Take a taxi and wear cheap clothes like rich people buy a villa here? Well, I really want to drive a Rolls-Royals."

Hearing this, Jack smiled and ignored him.

By the time he got into the sales center, Sara and a few other salesmen had already seen him.

As a salesperson at TM Villa, one had to master one's reading skills.

Otherwise, a salary of 50 thousand would just be a wild rumor.

"Time for the test" joked a salesman.

Sara and several co-workers said in one voice, "Losers"

"Who wants to deal with him?" The seller asked again.

"Don't waste time on her."

"It's not me. Who would dare to invite a new manager to serve him?"

"Don't be stupid. Taxis, cheap clothes, without fancy accessories - all this makes him look like a poor man from the countryside. Besides, he's a little handsome. But still not."

The seller turned around.

Being a salesman, knowing how much money the clients had for years, so he knew clearly what the girls meant.

Of course the salesman did not treat him as a serious client.

He didn't even pretend to care a little.

Jack did not vent his anger. He put his hand in his pocket and casually walked around the exhibition hall Knowing that Sara wanted to leave him alone, Jack smiled at her, "Can you introduce your villa?"

Sara frowned in a bad mood

His efforts on Ben go to waste when he loses his powers.

Now, he was told to serve this client, which eventually made him lose his temper.

Why would he pretend to buy a villa if he couldn't afford it?

He refused to serve her

But the manager was watching her, so Sara clenched her teeth and walked towards Jack with a gloomy face.

"Sir, what type of house are you looking for?"

Although he is unwilling to deal with Jack, he could lose his job if it goes against the manager's wishes.

He knew he would never be able to throw away this high-paying job just because his mood was not good. He's not stupid.

"I want a big villa" replied Jack.

With a blank look, he could no longer hate her. They sold the villa here, and he wanted a big one. Is he crazy?

Sara took a deep breath to hold back her impatience, and turned to the sandboard.

Jake walked behind him there.

Sara pointed there and said, "Look, 300 square meters, our smallest villa."

He doesn't really show the type of home he wants, but to make him aware that he can't afford to.

This price will make this bankrupt person leave, and then he does not have to deal with it.

Jack laughed to himself as he looked at the models.

She smiled at Sara, "Little. You must have misunderstood me"

Sara ignored her sarcasm. He tried to contact some important clients, so he replied casually, "With hundreds of millions you can only buy a 300 square meter villa. I just showed you how crazy the world is."

"I'm sorry?"

Jack laughed even louder, but a chill quickly covered his eyes, "Do you think I'm poor, so you insult me like this?"

Sara put down her phone and looked at Jack disrespectfully, "Yes. I can't insult you? Look at you, how can you be rich?"

He commented on his clothes harshly, and pointed out the middle while sneering, "The rich man came here in a taxi?"

Jack's smile faded. He rubbed his nose, speechless.

The topic shifts to the car, again.

Only luxury cars are the sign of the rich?

"Are you done here? Can you go now?"