C38

Jiang Yiman's words woke me up. She was right, just like yesterday when I met Qin Yihan, even if I successfully entered the room with Qin Yihan, even if I slept together with him, what information could I get? For the first time meeting me, an unfamiliar lady, he probably won't tell me anything.

In the end, my role was merely to become a young lady, and that dirty money. In the end, Qin Yihan would probably lose her interest in me and never give me another chance in the future.

At that time, I'm afraid I would be of no value at all.

"Sister Jiang, I'll listen to you. I'll go."

The more vulgar the place, the harder it is to control. What you see, what you hear, are also easier to shock you, and can even give you an unacceptable blow. You have to prepare your heart for this.

Jiang Yiman took out a golden business card from the table and handed it to me. "Tomorrow, go to the Chen-Xing Bar and find Mommy there. I will greet her and ask her to bring you there."

I took Jiang Yiman's business card and bowed to her. "Thank you, Yiman. Thank you. I also remembered the friendship between us."

I know she doesn't want me to see her sad and upset expression. People always have some unspeakable feelings towards each other, and she doesn't want to express them. Maybe Sister Su is someone like that in Jiang Yiman's heart.

I left from the pure color, I stood at the pure color front door, looking at the huge lamp that stretched all the way from the rooftop to the bottom, it was flickering with light, and it looked really beautiful. I swore in my heart, I will definitely return, using the fastest speed, the shortest amount of time, to become a qualified woman in Jiang Yiman's heart, to become the nightmare of those who killed big sister Su.

That night, I held the photo of Sister Su and me in my arms and looked at it for a long time.

The next afternoon, I put on makeup and took out my sister's second suit, a tight white shoulder vest, a pair of denim shorts, a decorative necklace, and a pair of overdone ornamental earrings.

When I opened the door with a small handbag, Tian Zemin suddenly rushed into the room, angrily wanting to pull my collar, but I didn't. In the end, he chose to point at my nose, "Pure-color didn't stop, you actually went to a pheasant shop. How much money can you earn in a place like that, what about your ambition? What about your ambitions? F * ck, are you playing with me? It will be opened soon, so just tell Jiang Yiman that you are not allowed to enter such an unpopular place. Even if it's a shop owned by Mo Yilong, you are not allowed to do so. "

I knew that Tian Zhiming despised the slow money coming from that place and was worried that he wouldn't have enough on me.

I told Tian Zeming, "Send your account number to me in a while."

"What do you mean?"

"I will transfer 50,000 yuan to your account. This is enough to repay the money I owe you." "I won't stay in the pheasant shop for too long. In the future, if you want to fish for money on me, you can still have the chance. However, during the time I'm in the pheasant shop, you can't split my money with me."

In order to get Jiang Yiman's approval as soon as possible, in order to earn a hundred thousand yuan as soon as possible, I definitely couldn't split the money with Tian Zhiming.

"Are you kidding me? You're the only one who came out to be a young lady, how could you possibly have money? Or did you secretly earn some extra money and not tell me? "

"It doesn't matter if you don't trust me. I will continue to live in this house anyway. The room fees and basic expenses, I will call you on time. Are you worried that I will be able to escape from this industry? "Now, get out of the way, I'm going to start work."

Tian Zhiming looked at me with a gaze that was somewhat unfamiliar with me, "Your temper has risen quite a bit after not seeing me for a night? But the head doesn't seem too good, does it? If you leave thousands or tens of thousands of dollars in your pocket and run to a pheasant shop to earn a tip of one or two hundred dollars, don't you think that you've lost your mind? "

I ignored Tian Zhiming and walked past him. I tilted my head slightly and said to Tian Zhiming, "Either give me the card number, or you go find Jiang Yiman and argue. I'll go wherever she tells me to go."

Even Beauty Du was afraid of him, so of course I didn't believe that he would dare to go to Jiang Yiman.

Tian Zhiming held his breath as he looked at me. I asked him how was Tian Lu and if she was ready.

When I mentioned Tian Lu, Tian Zeming's temper finally eased up a little, "It's already fine. Although he's still willing to take revenge on me, it's still much better than before."

Seeing that I was about to leave, Tian Ziming still instructed, "I'll send you my bank card number later. If you don't give me the money, you're dead for sure."

I left the room under Tian's threat.

As soon as I got downstairs, I received Tian Zhiming's card number. On the way to the Chen-Xing Bar, I transferred 50,000 yuan to Tian Zhiming.

Although the sky wasn't completely dark, the bar didn't have any windows. The lighting was very dim due to the lights inside.

When I arrived, the bar was still preparing for business and the countdown was still in progress. Relying on Jiang Yiman's business card, I found Metz without a hitch.

Metz had a head full of curly hair and wore very conservative clothes. Judging by his age, he should be at least 50.

Metz looked me up and down and told me that Jiang had called her and asked me to work for her.

I was told by Metz that she had to make arrangements for the reception of the guests here, and that it was forbidden without her permission, because the ladies were separate and led by different Mummy.

Meanwhile, Mazzi was here to specially bring along the young miss. Since she was the young miss, she had to strictly follow the rules and not take any business from other young misses. If she found out, she would resolutely kick him out, not giving him a single chance.

I listened as Metz explained the rules and regulations, and then told me that in order to work here, whether or not we got a business that night, we had to pay the entrance fee to the bar of two hundred dollars, and that if we had more than two hundred dollars, Metz would start dividing the money with us, three of us, seven of us.

It didn't sound unacceptable, but Maz went on to say that if the income for the day exceeded five hundred, the bar would also be split with us, with thirty percent, meaning that if I earned a thousand that day and paid two hundred entrance fees, Maz would have to take two hundred and four, and the bar a hundred and fifty, and I'd get four hundred and one, and not even half.

But that makes sense in the industry, Mr. Metz said.

So I asked Metz, how much would the guests usually tip?

Metz said it was usually a hundred or two hundred, but if we could get the guests to drink a little more, we could earn a little more. The profits from the liquor were quite large and the commission was pretty good, so we could put in a lot of effort on this.

After Metz had finished talking to me, he asked me how much I drank.

I thought about the last time I'd been drunk and told Metzger it wasn't so good.

Mazzi said that alcohol tolerance was something that couldn't be avoided. One could only drink more and practice more. If one wanted to take a shortcut, they would have to be born with a good alcohol tolerance.

I nodded at her and told her I would.

The bar was open for business now, and Metz pointed to the bar chair and told me to wait over there for the guests, or try to hook them up myself.

After Metz and I finished talking, we went back to our own business.

I walked up to the bar, not knowing where to start and waited for the so-called customer.

While I was waiting, I saw a colleague sitting at the bar. He asked the bartender for a glass of wine and placed it next to his mouth, pretending to sip.

Of course, there were also some ladies who chose to welcome those who were well-dressed. "Handsome, would you be willing to buy me a drink?"

Even an expert like them would find it difficult to catch the right prey and successfully recruit guests.

However, as long as he sold it more, it would definitely increase his chances of getting hooked up. When a handsome guy sat down next to an older sister, the older sister began flirting with him and even asked the bartender for wine. After drinking enough, she pulled that man onto the dance floor and started dancing to the music.

I blew a breath of air to boost my courage. Finally, I stood up from the chair that I had been sitting on for a long time, and for the first time, I chose a face that I didn't find annoying. With a smile, I said, "Handsome, are you willing to buy me a drink?"