Sanliande was struggling to move forward. No matter how many people around him were dragging him down, he was firmly walking across the road.

"Sanliande, don't think about any mortgage, that's a scam!"

"Sanliande, you are harming us!"

Others were also constantly stopping Sanliande. In fact, these wanderers didn't understand why they did this. They only knew that this was the request of the camp boss, and they also knew that they were originally homeless people in the camp. But now you, Sanliande, have to live in a good house, but as a result, we old brothers are still wandering in the camp. Who can balance this? Then you must stop you!

Sanrende gritted his teeth and squeezed forward desperately while gritting his loan contract, and also explained loudly to the wanderers around him: "Don't do this, I just want to buy a house with a loan. Not only me, you can also buy a house with a loan. Do you want to live in the camp for the rest of your life?"

But these wanderers did not believe Sanliande's words. They kept shouting "The wanderer could not have a loan" and "The so-called mortgage is a conspiracy and a scam", desperately blocking Sanliande.

"The boss of this camp has something to do. It seems that Professor Sanliande is very difficult for these people to listen to him like this!" Franklin sighed.

However, Zhou Ming has a different view from Franklin. Zhou Ming told him: "Those who persist will never have bad luck."

This is true, because just across the street, at the real estate developers' stalls, they also noticed the way they crossed the street like zombies siege, and were all frightened.

"Oh Ling Shet! Then what are he all?"

"What are those bastards doing? Are those bastards finally unable to help but come out to rob?"

"Call the police quickly! I know those bitches are simply unreliable..."

As real estate developers stalls rushed to call the police, and this place was also considered a bustling square, the nearby patrol police quickly dispatched, and within just ten minutes, three police cars arrived at the scene.

These big and round county policemen, looking at the almost riot scene in the Wanderer camp, immediately drew their guns without hesitation.

"Stop it all for you guys, he's all for me, otherwise I promise to blow your eggs!"

Under the friendly mediation of the police, the homeless men were immediately influenced. They reflected on their mistakes and immediately raised their hands one by one to dare not act rashly.

But the police saw someone not raising their hands: "Hey! That old man, I'll count three times to let me see your hands!"

The one who didn't raise his hand was naturally Sanliande, because he had always been protecting his loan contract and did not dare to relax easily. He did not hear the police's order until now.

So Sanliande hurriedly took out his contract with both hands and shouted: "Mr. Police, I have prepared a loan and go to buy a house opposite!"

At this time, someone on the opposite side recognized his identity: "Are you Professor Sanliande?"

Sanliande nodded repeatedly and said that he was Sanliande.

Several policemen nodded to each other and then let Sanrende cross the street, but still pointed guns at the opposite side and warned them not to act rashly, otherwise they would not mind letting them open their eyes.

The homeless men stood there tremblingly, and they didn't even dare to put down their hands because they all knew that these zi really dared to shoot!

“These policemen

It’s really timely, just have them control the scene.”

Franklin said with a smile, but then he realized that he was too happy because the police happened to know Sanrende, but it did not mean that everyone knew him, for example, the real estate sales there did not know him.

In the square, Sanliande found that everyone at the real estate stall here showed disgust to him. They kept waving his hands and driving him away, and extremely disgusting Sanliande.

"Get out! Get out quickly, you poor guy, don't come to us!"

"Oh! It's so disgusting. Why did you let someone come over? I can even smell the stench on him!"

"Someone called him a professor just now? Have you ever seen a professor who picked up trash again? Damn it, we must have called the police too much, and now we are being retaliated by those sects..."

Sang Liande was stunned at that time. He never expected that he had gone through a lot of hardships and finally got here, but was turned away by the real estate company?

"I'm not a homeless man, I'm Sanrende, a professor at the University of Georgia!"

Sanliande explained unwillingly and emphasized that he also raised the loan contract in his hand vigorously: "Look at it, this is the mortgage contract I just signed up. I have money and I can buy a house!"

But the real estate agents here did not believe it, and they all showed ridiculous expressions.

"I heard it right. Did this poor guy just now say that he has money? Did he apply for a mortgage?"

"Then you must have heard it wrong. You said where can this poor guy go to apply for a mortgage? In the homeless camp?"

"Maybe they are the boss of the camp, so they have taken all the relief funds from everyone in the camp to buy a house!"

"Brother, you shouldn't say you are a university professor, you should say you are a boxing champion..."

Sang Liande was so angry that he trembled all over, but there was no way to face such a situation. Who told him to come out of the Wanderer Camp? Yao remembered that he was the same as before. He was arrogant and looked down on the homeless man, but now it was his turn.

In other words, the Americans do not talk about cause and effect, otherwise Sanliande would definitely lament: Retribution!

"That... do you really have money to buy a house, sir?"

Just as Sanrende was desperate to the bottom of the valley, a sudden voice came, causing Sanrende to rekindle hope.

Sanrende looked around and saw that it was a very young real estate agent. His eyes looked at Sanrende as he looked at Sanrende with little confidence.

Sanliande nodded hurriedly: "I have money, I can buy a house that I just received!"

Sanliande was very excited and thought that he had another village, but the real estate agent was in trouble. Countless other agents glared at this ignorant young agent.

"What's wrong with you? Why ask a beggar? Do you think a homeless man can afford our house?"

"This is simply a shame! If such a poor man lives in the house, the whole community will soon be stinking!"

"Did you forget your identity? We are real estate agents, people with identities, and not charity assistance associations that deal with these poor people. Your current behavior is simply shameful for us!"

Countless accusations suddenly hit, making the young agent at a loss and could only apologize repeatedly. The grievances were so aroused that they were about to burst into tears: "I just want to earn a commission, why do you want this!"

But young

Ji's words reminded Sanliande. He hurried to the young agent's stall in three or two steps: "Hello, gentleman, you are sitting here to make money by yourself. You should not change your decision because of others' words, because once you lose your order, you will lose your money."

The young agent's face was tense, and he obviously agreed with Sanliande's words: It's obvious that he made money by himself, why should others blame him? What's wrong with making money by himself?

The young agent was struggling, but his manager slapped him in anger.

"Are you still thinking about something doggy? Do you still think that this guy really has a loan? Even if he has money, we can't buy it. If this poor man moves in, our house will never be sold again. You can't afford this responsibility!"

The young agent clenched his fists and felt very unwilling to accept it, but in the end he lowered his head and did not dare to talk back to the leader.

But Sanliande found the opportunity and saw him slapped the loan contract on the table: "Don't you want to make money anymore? If I tell you, the houses in your community may be sold here?"

The manager's mouth raised and a disdainful smile appeared. Obviously he didn't believe Sanliande's words at all.

Sanliande was not angry either. He pointed behind him: "You may not believe me, but you must know the gentleman across the street. He is Franklin, the president of Meifang. He came here today to promote mortgage loans."

As Sanliande's fingers were heard, the manager saw that there. He was stunned at first, then suddenly thought of something, and his tone became excited: "Sir, are you talking?"

This time Sanrende finally got his head up and his chest was raised: "You guessed it, everyone in the entire camp can get a mortgage!"

There is no doubt that Sanliande is pulling a tiger, because at present, no one else has obtained a mortgage except himself. Not only has he not obtained it, they are even very scared and resistant.

However, Sanliande was also betting that he bet that people with the identity of Franklin would not appear here for nothing. He must have his purpose. At the same time, as long as Franklin is here, he will have sufficient trump cards to convince these real estate agents.

hiss!

Hearing this, the manager couldn't help but take a breath, but then his eyes showed a greedy look.

The manager hurriedly showed a bright smile, and he stepped forward and held Sanrende's hand in three or two steps: "Sir, this is great. There is no discrimination in our community. I can tell at a glance that you are a professor at the University of Georgia. We really welcome you to join!"

Sanliande finally bet right. Obviously, these real estate agents are simply arrogant and discriminatory, and they don’t really care about the situation in the community at all.

If only one homeless man takes out a loan to buy a house, they will refuse for the community image, but if these homeless men can buy all the remaining houses in their community, they will be very welcome.

Just kidding, they cleared the remaining inventory of their company and got hundreds of thousands of commissions in one go. How could they push the money out?

As for the community full of homeless people?

So what does it have to do with them? For them, nothing is more reliable than getting a commission.

Sanliande breathed a sigh of relief, and he knocked on his loan contract: "Then please take me to see the house as soon as possible. If possible, I will be able to complete the purchase procedures immediately."

The manager's smile was still bright: "No problem."
Chapter completed!