"Giggles, sir, you're really joking, it's funny." The woman was stunned for a moment, then smiled charmingly, and glanced at Yan Murong with a smile in her eyes.

What do you mean by really interesting? In fact, to put it bluntly, you are really boring.

She has seen a lot of these boys, and she knows what virtues they are, if you come to play, let's play, just tease those little girls who massage, it doesn't matter if you have the ability to take it away, and the flirting manager has also seen it, but the problem is, people just talk about it, you are endless, it's really boring.

"Yes, I'm really interesting." Yan Murong stood up and said with a serious face. Originally, he was walking in the front, Ning Kun and the others followed, and as soon as Yan Murong stopped, they all stopped. That is, this group of people are wearing casual clothes, and if they change to a suit and sunglasses, it will be quite scary.

What's the situation? Did he come really? Ning Kun looked at Yan Murong and thought, could it be that this guy is aesthetically tired of watching his wife who is the first beauty in Yanjing at home, and wants to come out to fight wild food?

Understand, we're all men, quite understanding - but the question is, you're too heavy on this taste, right? This woman is pretty, but the problem is, she looks like she is about to run four, what kind of dewy marriage with a woman of this age, physically, psychologically, there will be pressure.

Not only Ning Kun, but other people were also very surprised by Yan Murong's taste, and they were used to seeing celebrities, so they could only give this woman a barely passing sixty points.

"Don't be kidding, sir." Seeing that Yan Murong stopped, the woman also stopped, turned around, looked at Yan Murong and smiled. "I'm almost forty years old, do you like me?"

"You're rejecting me?" Yan Murong said that he did not answer, and his eyes aimed at the woman's round chest wrapped in professional clothes.

Ren Yafang, the name is quite good.

"Sir, I'm the manager here." Ren Yafang said with a smile.

"I know." Yan Murong nodded. "I just asked you to drink with me, and I didn't ask you to do anything else- oh, I know your rules here, you have to have an appearance fee, right?"

Appearance fee? Ren Yafang thought about it and felt that Yan Murong's statement was already elegant enough, and to put it bluntly, it was just a table fee.

"I—"

"Make an offer - I'm not here to make trouble, I'm serious." Yan Murong didn't give Ren Yafang a chance to speak, and interrupted directly, afraid that she would think she was here to make trouble, and explained by the way.

"Sir, you-"

"How about 200,000?" Yan Murong turned his head to look at the clock hanging on the wall behind the front desk and said. "It's half past seven in the evening, and it's twelve o'clock, four and a half hours, and I'll give you two hundred thousand."

Awesome! This is what Ning Kun and his friends are thinking.

In this day and age, what can 200,000 do? Buy a mid-range family car, travel most of Europe, charter a third-rate female star for a night's sleep, or buy a larger bathroom in the suburbs of Yanjing.

You see, 200,000 is so useful, why not, he has to find a woman who is running fast to drink and chat with him - if you have this idea, we will pick you a second-rate star to chat with for a few hours.

Of course, these 200,000 yuan are genuine Chinese coins, not the kind of VND that you have to load money in a truck to buy a house, and if it were VND, 200,000 - well, only enough to buy 20 bags of soy sauce.

"I—"

"Why are you here to work?" Yan Murong interrupted her and said. "In fact, no matter how much you say, it's nothing more than money - with money, you can live and support your family."

"Yes." Ren Yafang nodded. To be honest, she was moved.

Her monthly salary is more than 10,000 yuan, but in this era when everything goes up, the salary does not rise, and in a city like Suzhou and Hangzhou, what can a monthly salary of 10,000 yuan do?

She is seven years Chinese New Year's Eve old today, divorced, and has a seven-year-old son who is in the first grade of elementary school, and this little guy is the little one, and the cost of a month is amazing.

Let's talk about this first, she usually has to go to work in the afternoon, and it must be too late to cook for the children, and the two meals at noon and evening are eaten in the board and lodging class, which is 15,000 a month.

Then it's going to school, not to mention how much the tuition fee costs for a year, let's talk about the teacher.

Now these teachers start their lectures as abstract as Van Gogh's paintings, flash people at the first point, and don't give students a chance to ask, and then collect money on weekends to make up the lessons - you say, what can a first-grader make up?

Then, the problem came again, as soon as I went home to do my homework, the child would not be able to do it, and I had to go to the nursery class to do it, so that a thousand people would go out again a month. Coupled with the daily snack money, half of her month's salary has to be spent by her son. In addition, I have to pay off the mortgage, and there is not much money left.

You say, can she not be moved when she is faced with the condition that she can earn 200,000 yuan for four hours of drinking and chatting?

What do you mean by that? Everyone has a price to sell themselves, as long as someone can sell at this price, let alone sell themselves, their own mother dares to sell it.

"What are you waiting for?" Yan Murong asked with a smile.

"I-" Ren Yafang hesitated. "You-re really only letting me drink and talk with you?"

"So what else do you want to do? One night ~ love? Yan Murong said with a smile. Okay, if you want, I'll give you 400,000. ”

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant." Ren Yafang shook her head again and again, and said with a resolute face. "I'll only drink and chat with you, not anything else."

"I'm just talking." Yan Murong smiled slightly. "So, deal?"

"Hmm." Ren Yafang nodded, but she looked shy, and Yan Murong was confused. What's wrong with this woman? Isn't it just a joke, why are you still shy? Damn, we really don't have anything else in mind.

"That-" Ren Yafang raised her head and looked at Yan Murong and said. "I'm going to have to inform the assistant manager and ask her to take the shift for a while - besides, is it really just a drink and a chat?"

"It's just drinking and talking." Yan Murong said. "As for the money, I'll give you a lot of money, but don't count on cash, I can't hold 200,000 cash, cash checks?"

"Giggle, okay." Ren Yafang smiled, she was still a little nervous just now, and now let Yan Murong make such a joke, it will also disappear.

"Are you playing really?" After Ren Yafang left, Ning Kun pulled Yan Murong and asked in a low voice.

"The price has been negotiated, is there still a fake?" Yan Murong said with a smile. "Don't be stunned, say that you have a treat, hurry up and write a check, we have to keep our reputation."

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Ning Kun really wanted to use a knife to split the head of this thing now, to see if it was a brain or a ball of wires inside.