"You're not really suited for sales." On the way to see the house, Xiao Feng casually commented.
"Maybe you're right." Chu Mengting forced a bitter smile, feeling a bit uncomfortable inside. She could sell, but selling a house and selling herself were two different things she couldn't reconcile.
Du Qingyue chimed in, "Treating the customer like God is fine, but that's just in terms of attitude — don't truly put them on that pedestal in your mind."
Chu Mengting frowned slightly but thought there was some truth in it: "Please, go on."
"For instance, if you want to sell something for ten bucks, the price tag can't be ten bucks exactly. You have to leave room for negotiation, and when the other party haggles, you must make them feel that this is the final price."
Du Qingyue patiently explained, "This way, after some back and forth, even if the final price is still ten, it feels different to people."
