My friends are gods

Chapter 73 Little brother, you are too impulsive
Surrounded by a group of women, Song Qiming was quite uncomfortable, but when he thought of Wenquxing's request, he could only smile helplessly, looked at the middle-aged mistress, bit the bullet, and asked, "That...is our place...regular?"

"Um?!"

Hearing these words, the charming old mistress no longer had the same charm as before. She wondered if this young man in front of her was an intern reporter who came here for unannounced visits?He said vigilantly, "Why are you asking this?"

The other women on the sofa were also shocked and began to organize their clothes.

"Do not misunderstand…"

Seeing this, Song Qiming explained embarrassingly: "I want to come to work, let's see if we still recruit people here?"

The middle-aged mistress relaxed a little, glanced at Song Qiming flirtatiously, fiddled with the manicure she had just made, without raising her head, and said casually: "Oh, I thought it was a gentleman, I never thought, He's a bumpkin who came here to apply for a job, and we are indeed recruiting, but, have you read the recruitment conditions?"

The other women on the sofa also relaxed their vigilance.

A woman with bright lipstick smiled coquettishly and said, "This handsome guy, if you come to apply for the job, I welcome it very much, but it's a pity that you don't have this talent."

"If you can have a little brother to work with us, it would be a good choice if you think about it. It's a pity, you can see for yourself." Another woman in suspenders took out a sign from behind the sofa and threw it at Song Qiming. before.

Song Qiming took out the sign suspiciously and looked at it.

I saw two typos written on the sign: Recruitment.

Below the recruitment, there are a series of requirements for applicants.

"Aged from 16 to 35 years old, with a cheerful and lively personality, able to meet any requirements of customers, and treat customers seriously without perfunctory.

Monthly salary: 5000-8000, commission and tips are calculated separately.

Specific requirements: beautiful women. "

Nima, the recruitment requirements are not placed outside, is it interesting to stuff them inside the sofa?
Song Qiming was embarrassed.

Moreover, with these requirements, there is no doubt that this footwashing city is not serious at all.

Who doesn't have a male masseuse?

People just don't want it!

"Have you seen clearly, handsome boy?"

The middle-aged mistress tapped on the table lightly, yawned boredly, and said in a strange way: "We have specific requirements for recruitment, no guns, as long as there are holsters, you, if you don't have this talent, don't come here. "

"I think he just came here to take advantage of our sisters."

"I still think this little brother looks pretty good."

"You change people every day, can you still get spring?"

"It's really funny that an old hat came here to apply for the job."

The woman on the sofa burst into ridicule, accompanied by cynicism.

The middle-aged lady mocked slowly and methodically: "The men who come to us are all uncles who buy services. You come here to pretend to be a big-tailed wolf. Unfortunately, I just regarded you as a master. Let's go quickly, so as not to hinder me." Business."

Song Qiming pursed his lips, his eyes brightened slightly.

Although he was a little angry, the words of Banlao Xuniang really enlightened him.

Now that I am not short of money, why do I come to work in Footwashing City?

Wouldn't it be good to just pay for those women to show the soles of their feet?

If you can't find it, try to figure it out.

Song Qiming, who had just come out of the bank, naturally had a bank card on him. He smiled slightly at the middle-aged lady, and said, "As long as I give you money, I will be the uncle. You can meet my requirements, right?"

The old lady looked at Song Qiming in surprise, and said with disdain, "That's right, but do you have money?"

"I dare not say anything else, but I really don't lack money."

Song Qiming, who had just come out of the bank, naturally had his bank card on him, so he took a picture of him at the front desk and said, "How much does it cost to call out all the chicks here?"

The half-aged mistress was startled.

The other women on the sofa all looked at Song Qiming in amazement.

The young man who wanted to apply for a job just a moment later became a master in the blink of an eye?
"Little brother, let's go, don't waste all your savings for so many years, it's not worth it for the sake of face."

A woman with light makeup kindly reminded that she is one of the women who always find it pleasing to the eye.

Song Qiming hasn't spoken yet.

The old lady glared at the woman with light makeup, then looked at Song Qiming, and said with a smile: "Young man, what are you going to do? All the ladies and sisters here come out, it's not a small amount, two thousand for one person, and It costs tens of thousands, I don’t think you have that much money in your card, if you can’t make yourself fat with a swollen face, then you will be at a disadvantage.”

She held the bank card between two fingers, and handed the card to Song Qiming with a touch of disdain.

Frowning, Song Qiming waved his hand proudly, and said: "Swipe one hundred thousand, if it's not enough, add more, if there's more, it's your tip."

The hand of the middle-aged mistress holding the bank card froze slightly.

This old hat doesn't even know how to go down the steps!
She was angry in her heart, and said: "Okay, if you let the card reader, you can't get so much money, let's see how embarrassing you are!"

Song Qiming waved his hand and said impatiently, "Hurry up, I'm in a hurry."

Looking at the confident Song Qiming, the middle-aged Xu Niang was very surprised, and she was suspicious, this person really has so much money?
If so, why did you come here to apply?

Even if there is, I am afraid it is several years of savings.

However, if you want to swell your face to look fat, then you will be fulfilled.

If you don't make money, you're an idiot.

The middle-aged mistress skillfully took out the POS machine, entered the amount, and swiped the card, all in one go.

Successful.

The 10 yuan was paid out directly.

1000 million cannot be remitted, but 10 yuan is still very simple.

The old lady was stunned, this guy really has so much money!

"Unexpectedly, you really have 10 yuan. It's a pity that you lost it all to save yourself, so I will accept it, sir."

After a while, the old lady came to her senses and sent a smile to Song Qiming. In the end, she bit the word "uncle" very hard. The words are respectful enough, but there is still a sense of ridicule.

"Ding dong."

Song Qiming's cell phone rang.

He picked it up and saw that it was a notification text message from the bank, which he opened casually.

The half-aged mistress glanced at it lightly, then her whole body shook, her mouth opened wide, and her eyes were filled with disbelief.

She saw the text message notification.

I saw that the respected customer spent 10 yuan through the POS machine.

I also saw that there were still eight figures in the balance, and the number at the beginning was 2.

In other words, there are more than 2000 million in this card.

The milfs are completely shocked.

This is obviously not a swollen face to pretend to be a fat man, this is a real rich man with tens of millions!

Fuck/die, forget it, you actually sneered at a rich man with tens of millions!

Seeing this, the other women on the sofa looked at the half-aged mistress suspiciously.

You were still sneering and sarcastic just now, why are you silent now?
Song Qiming casually put away the phone.

"Little brother, you are too impulsive." The woman with light make-up sighed and couldn't bear it.

(End of this chapter)