Almighty painter

Chapter 551 Happy Birthday (Part )

At her current age, she doesn't even have a formal high school diploma.

No regular education and training agency would hire her.

Fortunately.

It is always easy for a young girl with good breasts and legs to find a job.

Koko thinks that playing the piano in "Musician" is not only a good way to earn money.

In fact.

Seriously speaking, it might be safer than going to the home of a lecherous old man in some remote apartment building late at night to tutor his son who might also have hormonal problems.

Although the number of lecherous single old men and hormone-fuelled young people around here may be multiplied by dozens.

But the number of waitresses wearing revealing clothing here should be multiplied by ten!

Fun seekers come to have fun, not to fall in love.

It’s not like Gu Weijing, who was stupid enough to hang himself on a crooked tree.

As long as you hit a wall.

Soon they will lose patience and turn their attention to other prey that jump out, pout, and wait for them to catch.

No one will cling to you forever.

And there will naturally be night security in nightclubs.

There are rules here.

If the guests go too far, the security will ask them to leave or even call the police.

Of course as a price.

If you want to escape unscathed from those rough moves that may happen at any time, you must be smart enough.

Fortunately.

Koko felt that she not only had breasts and legs, but was also very smart.

In fact, we are all human beings, and our goal in mind is to throw her onto the bed.

Except more well-dressed.

The guests she met here were no different from the young men who could not help but secretly stare at her thighs and invite her out at the occasional social gatherings on the streets of S. Louis Plaza.

Koko has become an expert in dealing with these situations.

She could always whip them around like puppies.

She has now successfully outsmarted the nightclub owner who wanted her to go to his private office to "talk about a pay raise."

Koko called him Fool Number One in her heart.

By the way, she also perfunctorily dealt with the head dancer, who was perhaps a little jealous of her because of her young age, and wanted to take her out to "meet some big bosses."

"Sister, you don't know how many people envy such an opportunity!" said the female foreman.

"That's right, you should learn to be smarter. Don't just have a pretty face and be stupid enough not to cherish it." A little girl next to her spoke for the big sister.

"While you are still young, you must find an opportunity and grab a stupid big boss who is willing to spend a lot of money on you. That Mr. Owen is from London..." The female foreman took advantage of the opportunity to speak up.

Koko never understood.

Did Mr. Owen from London know that the hostesses in the nightclub secretly called him the stupid boss?

However, the female leader and her little sister have both won the honorary titles of "Fool No. 2" and "Fool No. 3" in Koko's heart.

I don’t know whether it is Koko or the guests who came to play who should be thankful.

Anyway.

So far, she has not used the pepper spray she bought at the beginning.

but.

She had only been here for less than a week when she hit two idiots' fingers and another idiot's forehead with a baton (don't ask her why there was a baton on the piano, she didn't know, it was just handy to use it to hit people).

These were the perverts who sneaked up on her while she was playing the piano and tried to touch her secretly.

The boss kept grumbling that it wouldn't hurt to touch it.

If you treat customers like this, you will be fined.

Koko turned a deaf ear.

She has always been a little curious about whether, after working in the store for a month, she could put together a complete set of "Thirty-six Foolish Men", "Seventy-two Foolish Men", or even a complete set of "One Hundred and Eight Foolish Men".

I'm even looking forward to it!

Just like the set of “Koko’s Part-time Job Tips” that I compiled in my mind.

How to find joy in pain.

Koko learned it when she was very young.

She threw a piece of bubble gum into her mouth, deftly flattened it on the tongue bed and the tips of her teeth with her tongue, and blew two big bubbles into the mirror.

"Come on, come on, it's another day of fighting wits and courage. Fighting with others is fun."

Koko waved her little fist.

"They are all a bunch of idiots. Let's go and watch me deal with them."

Koko picked up her small bag, opened the door of the locker room, and strode towards the front desk of the bar.
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When she walked into the ballroom.

I first strolled behind the bar, found a box of unopened mineral water, took out two bottles and put them in my bag.

She then walked up the stairs one by one and entered the piano stage which was surrounded by red silk tape, opposite the T-shaped stage with several steel pipes.

Under normal circumstances.

These two bottles of water can help her get through the next four hours of work.

Working in a bar, there is certainly no shortage of drinks.

Even if you're not a waitress, but a piano player.

As long as you are pretty, waiters will keep bringing you the drinks you ordered during the breaks in your playing.

Perhaps it is to express appreciation for music.

Maybe he's hoping to get you drunk and pick you up.

Generally speaking.

After playing two classic Richard Clayderman songs, one by F. Price or Taneva, and then one or two random popular folk songs.

That's when you feel dizzy and drunk.

The boss is happy to see this happen.

It’s not just a matter of making money from selling alcohol.

But Koko felt that this guy was also one of the people who was looking forward to getting her drunk and then picking her up.

Hum hum.

idiot.

Don't you see who Miss Koko is? She has never made anyone happy.

She would always smile and wave to the audience to express her gratitude, and say that she was not feeling well today, and ask them to take the drinks back to the guests so as not to waste them.

Even so.

You won’t earn any commission.

But Koko didn't want to make herself dizzy or drunk.

She thought a few drinks would be hard to deal with.

But.

You can never go too far wrong.

"Principle 2 for protecting yourself: Don't take anything you can't be sure of the ingredients in. It's best not to take anything that has been opened, even non-alcoholic juice drinks. Unless you see it poured out of the bottle you just opened, don't drink it." - "Miss Koko's Part-time Job Tips"

She held down the hem of her skirt, sat down on the piano chair, and opened the cover of the piano keys.

From the red lacquer tray next to him, he took out the program and music sheet selected for tonight.

The bar was already open for business. Even though there were only a few customers, the dancers were already dancing on the catwalk.

She plays every day according to the list selected by her boss.

Unless a customer tips separately and orders new music.

"Wedding in a Dream", "Adeline by the Waterside"... basically these are the songs that are must-play at every commercial piano performance and are so popular that they are everywhere.

Today there is an additional piano solo from Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake.

It seems that the boss wants to differentiate his bar from other nightclubs and highlight the literary and artistic temperament of his bar more clearly.

Looking at the track list.

Koko raised her eyebrows slightly in her heart.

From childhood to adulthood, the only skill she has persisted in and considered to be at a professional level is dancing.

She is good at ballet and minuet at a very high level, and also knows a little bit of street dance.

As for the piano, it can only be said to be so-so.

Basically, the piano teacher listens to her and lets her learn whatever she wants. She can learn whatever song the young lady likes.

I went to Thailand on and off and took the Emperor's English Test a few times.

Although the Emperor's repertoire changes every two years, the reformed exam now allows students to choose their own repertoire.

She didn't learn in a very systematic way.

Several allegro passages from Swan Lake.

Her hands are a little unfamiliar, so she may not be able to play it completely.

However, although Miss Koko thought so in her heart, there was not a trace of uneasiness on her face.

Sitting there, he was as confident as a top pianist.

"No one comes to a nightclub to listen to whether the beat of Swan Lake is accurate enough or whether the pedal joints are delicate and flexible enough, even if the name of the nightclub is "Musicians". Just like on the stage, when a person wears a transparent ballet costume, everyone's attention is definitely not on whether the thighs are straight enough when doing rond de jambe en l'air (a movement term that means jumping in circles in the air with the legs). "——"Miss Koko's Part-time Job Tips"

What happened to her hands?

Although this piano is not an electric piano, its original tone is actually not that good.

No one dislikes anyone.

"Ha ha ha! Fire!"

Koko hummed in her heart.

……

The jumping notes flow down the steps of the piano.

It's like a happy dwarf jumping around.

A man wearing a navy coat with sealed pockets on the chest, navy blue trousers and a plaid shirt stood by the piano and stared at the girl playing the piano for a moment.

Then walked over.

"Have you ever danced?"

he asked.

Normally, Koko wouldn't bother with such questions, but this time, she had to stop playing.

Because this is the man who pays her, the musician's silly boss.

"No, sir."

Koko gave him a sweet smile and convinced herself that smiling was a good deed, as if it was caring for mentally retarded children.

This is an act of charity.

Koko felt that she really couldn't blame herself for discriminating against the other party.

Not to mention the greasy feeling.

He is of medium build and average looks. He has a gangster's heart, but he insists on pretending to be a gentleman.

Who has ever seen someone wearing a gray fedora hat on his head all day in a dark nightclub?
He may think that he is a very gentle beast.

Koko just felt that the other person looked extremely stupid.

Can't tell.

Which one can arouse a man's desire to conquer more: a girl like this giving him an "adoring" smile or the word "Sir"?

The boss felt that his eyes were wide open.

He licked his lips.

"Your legs are very beautiful, very straight, and very strong. You must have practiced."

Yes, yes it can.

You guessed it right.

Believe it or not, I can sit on a chair and kick you on the chin, making you faint and then see your grandmother. I want to ask you if you are afraid?
Koko hummed in her heart.

She was too lazy to look at this greasy uncle anymore, so she lowered her head and pretended to organize the music score, and said perfunctorily.

"Oh, thank you, natural."

"You are dishonest. It's not a good habit for a girl to lie. You have to change it." The boss smiled a smile that he thought was kind but was actually enough to cook a dish. "You definitely practiced dancing. I know, it doesn't matter if I tell you. How beautiful and sexy are you?"

If a burning mind can bring about real fire.

The boss looked as if he wanted to burn the hem of Koko's skirt off her knees.

"If you ask me, I have some experience in this matter. People actually like big legs like you the most. You can hook people's souls. This is the top art."

His tone.

It sounds like some weird "thigh connoisseur" who has collected thousands of pairs of long legs in display cabinets.

Fool.

Koko answered in her heart.

"Do you want to change to a higher-paying job? It's a pity for someone like you to just play the piano here. If you're willing to go on stage, I'll give you fifty dollars an hour? And that's just for dancing."

He licked his dry lips again.

"What do you think? Girls should treat themselves better while they are young. If you follow my instructions, in one year, just one year, you can live the kind of life in TV dramas, living in a big villa by the sea, buying whatever bags you want, and having servants to serve you."

There was seduction in his voice.

"Girl, let me tell you a secret. That feeling is absolutely amazing, even better than what you see on TV. You shouldn't let your family's poverty restrict your own development. You have a bright future. Once you really experience that kind of life, you will never leave it. Poor people must learn to break the roots of their poverty, otherwise you will be limited by your own bottom-level concepts for the rest of your life and waste your time in vain."

Cut off your own underlying thinking?

Give me a break.

I live in a big villa by the sea, I can buy any bag I want, and I have servants to serve me.

You old thing, you are still sucking milk from your mother's arms.

Big fool.

Koko was laughing happily in her heart but she didn't show it on her face. She lowered her head, pretending to be shy, and said nothing.

The boss was a little disappointed when he saw that the girl didn't answer, but he felt even more itchy in his heart.

As a bar owner, he has seen a lot of fallen women.

It is interesting to slowly train a person with such personality.

Just to keep the eagle awake.

Anyway, he is in his own place and has no shortage of time.

“By the way, what did you play just now?” The boss was about to leave, but suddenly he remembered and asked again with a frown.

"Swan Lake, it's the middle movement between the scene where the black swan seduces the prince and the scene where the prince draws his sword and kills the evil wizard Rothbart. What's wrong? It's a very classic interlude. Haven't you heard the piece you chose?"

Koko fiddled with the music score in her hand and said calmly.

“People who have listened to symphonies or watched ballets often like this piece very much.”

(End of this chapter)