Chapter 10: Can't, Sell (2)

He was slow and methodical:

"Not like, not at all. ”

After a pause, the young man continued:

"But, whose forehead is engraved with a letter?"

Yes, who has the word "Miss" engraved on their forehead? Even if they are "Miss", the word "Miss" is not engraved on their foreheads.

I didn't laugh angrily and asked him, "You say, how much am I worth a night?"

The young man stared at me: "You say a price." ”

I don't know the market of being a "miss" at all. People are "real people...... If a guest takes a fancy to it, take it out and "take it for a walk", and the appearance fee for "walk" is negotiable - I don't understand how much "another show" is. I thought, then I'm going to perform a "real person...... The double price of the show is good.

So, I said:

"Two thousand. ”

The young man raised an eyebrow to look at me.

I also look at young men.

It is estimated that 2,000 is a sky-high asking price.

But the young man didn't bargain:

"Two thousand, OK. ”

I hesitated. I...... Do I really want to be "Miss"?

However, if I don't be a "young lady", where can I find a lot of money? If I don't have a lot of money, what will I use to pay Jiang Ziyu's hospitalization fee?

That Boss Li said well, I have nothing but youth and beauty. But youth, beauty, the most unreliable things, the most brilliant girls, the best money-making time, is only a few short years, if you don't use it well, it will expire at that time.

I used to work as a salesperson in a supermarket. In a month, the money earned adds up to less than 2,000 yuan. Nowadays, you don't have to do anything, as long as you have a thigh, the longest time is estimated to be no more than an hour, and the shortest time, only a few minutes, has an income of 2,000 yuan.

I gritted my teeth.

Finally, I followed the young man.

Are young men rich, or are they super rich. Rich people have their own cars. The young man's car is a gray, luxury version.

I'm an idiot and a rookie, so naturally I don't know what brand the car is.

On weekdays, I am only qualified to squeeze the bus, and taking a taxi is an extremely wasteful and extravagant thing for me, let alone a high-end luxury car. However, even if I am an idiot and get in a young man's car, I know how to write the word "comfortable".

I sat in the young man's car.

He didn't speak, and neither did I.

Music was on in the car, and the Black Diamond Band was singing:

"I heard a worker say that he hadn't drunk Coke for a long time; I heard a businessman say what to eat today; I heard a security guard say that he can earn more than 800 a month; I heard a young lady say that she really doesn't have to pay 8,000 a month; I heard a person who asked for food say that he has changed several mobile phones; I heard a laid-off person say that he hasn't used a pager yet; I heard an outburst account say that only Daben can be worthy of my ......"

The car drove to a five-star restaurant.

Probably because of the lack of guilt in my heart, I have always felt that the eyes of those waiters looking at me were full of disdain and disdain. Those disdain and disdain made me feel even more sneaky, and I didn't dare to raise my head.

The young man asked for a luxurious room.

16th Floor, Room 1608.

The young man hugged me into the elevator.

In the elevator, there were only two people, me and the young man, and the cramped space, because it was small, felt even more ambiguous, and I felt that my breathing was short.

Inexplicably, I felt hot, infinitely hot.

The elevator is the most terrible huge tool, such a narrow space, such a huge ambiguity, the space is really too small - in fact, the elevator from the first floor to the sixteenth floor, it is only a dozen seconds.

(To be continued)