019: He said, Cheap 4
Zhang Zhitao shook his head when he heard this, and his hands were clenched together at a loss: "No...... No. ”
"Are you sure you can accommodate our service requirements here?" The middle-aged man saw Zhang Zhitao looking at him timidly, as if he didn't understand his words, so he added: "Some high-spending guests may need some additional requirements......
The middle-aged man said, his gaze stopped at Zhang Zhitao's tall chest, and his gaze was extremely obscene.
In this way, Zhang Zhitao probably understood what he meant by "other requirements", and unconsciously raised his hand to hug his chest, and his eyes began to hesitate.
Seeing Zhang Zhitao's hesitation, the middle-aged man stood up, shook his head helplessly, and said, "Miss, I don't think you are suitable for this business, you are afraid of hesitation like you, you may offend our guests, I want to ......"
He is only helping to manage, although the woman in front of him is particularly attractive, but if he is not qualified for the service work here, he will never dare to ask for it.
As if he knew what the middle-aged man was going to say, before he could say 'find another place', Zhang Zhitao hurriedly asked, "Is there a lot of money?" ”
The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and then nodded clearly: "Of course, if you do well, you can earn half a lifetime salary for a white-collar employee in a month." ”
"I need money," Zhang Zhitao said, a vague sparkle in his big eyes, "I do, I will try to be haode." ”
"Are you sure?" The gaze, of course, is skeptical. Although he knew that many young women came here to sell everything they had for money, and he also saw countless cowering, cowardly and pure women like Zhang Zhitao who became amorous girls who could cope with the exquisite crowd soon after arriving here, but there were not a few women who were eliminated because they still had self-esteem and conscience.
"Hmm." With tears of forbearance, he nodded stubbornly. She said that for the sake of her father, she can sacrifice anything. Anyway, Xie Qiuhan said that she was cheap, so why not be a little cheaper.
"Okay then, you can try the class tonight, and I'll see the results before deciding whether you stay." The middle-aged man smiled surprisingly gently, and his previous obscenity and greed had disappeared from his eyes.
For a moment, he always felt that Zhang Zhitao's stubborn nodding with tears was different from all the women who came to apply before, and he saw an unyielding tenacity from the woman in front of him, like a weak mayfly, knowing that he couldn't shake the tree, but he still had to work hard.
Zhang Zhitao knew that the middle-aged man's name was Wang Yi, and everyone here called him Uncle Wang, a divorced man who was forty-five years old.
Uncle Wang took Zhang Zhitao to find a woman who was called Sister Ya, who was actually a middle-aged woman in her thirties with heavy makeup and the same as a goblin.