President, don't tease me

Tang Guo walked out of Zhimei building in a trance. All his thoughts had floated out of his mind. All he had been thinking about was the nightclub called "boa" mentioned by Bruce - if he could get in, he could see Ji Han. The key to solving the problem was to have a face-to-face talk with him.

At the thought of this, Tang Guo's mind became active. There seemed to be a light in front of him. He directly took a taxi to the place of Bu raft, threw the money to the driver, and hurried out of the car to go inside.

"Miss, stop. What do you do?" a cold voice came into Tang Guo's ear, and then crossed his arm with white gloves in front of him.

Tang Guo secretly scolded the bad times in his heart, and then pretended to be very calm on his face. The daughter said in a cocky manner, "isn't this a nightclub? Naturally, I'm here to play."

"This is a nightclub, but you need to show your VIP card before you can enter." the security guard looked positive. This is a place where wealth is expensive. Everyone should check carefully. If there is an accident, no one can afford it.

This raft is a place where mosquitoes can't fly in, not to mention the miscellaneous reporter paparazzi? Therefore, many commercial celebrities and celebrities like to come here to play.

"How can I do a VIP card?" Tang Guo scratched his ears and cheeks, a little irritable.

"Fifty one thousand tickets." the security guard answered flatly, as if it had been common for a long time. Then he looked up at Tang Guo and pointed to the VIP desk inside: "you can pay there."

"Five... Five hundred thousand!" Tang Guo grew up and thought it was incredible. An entry card of five hundred thousand was definitely not an ordinary black shop. Let alone five hundred thousand, he didn't even bring out fifty thousand this time.

Standing at the door, looking at the people in and out, I couldn't help but wonder: the people of European capitalism are different from those of the Chinese Empire! After waiting for a long time, I still didn't find a chance to sneak in. Unexpectedly, the idea was strangled in the cradle before it could be implemented.

Just before leaving, a man with a manager's sign came out and posted a leaflet at the door - recruiting waiters, with generous salary, including food and housing, and a commission

Tang Guo had an idea and said with admiration: it's really a poor mountain and water. There's no way to doubt. There's another village. Then he rushed over without hesitation: "manager, you recruit here? Look at me! I can do a lot of things."

The manager looked up and down: "the figure and appearance are very good, but can you drink?"

Drinking? Why do waiters drink? But he had no time to think so much and nodded directly: "I can drink! I can drink very much!"

"When I did it for the first time, the salary was not too high. Is it acceptable?"

"Acceptable! Very acceptable!" if drinking is not a problem, then the salary is not. I'm not here to make money.

The manager looked at her sincere face, nodded and beamed. He found a cheap labor force and saved a lot of expenses. Then he waved to Tang Guo with a smile: "come in."

Tang Guo followed the manager into the nightclub, which can be described as "resplendent". The dance floor was crowded. Men and women vented their impetuosity and desire. Tang Guo was shocked by the bartender's dazzling technology. From time to time, several security guards pulled away two drunks who flirted with the waiter.

"You come up with me and I'll arrange the work of the box for you." the manager took Tang Guo upstairs. There were two worlds above and below. Unlike the appearance of a nightclub, he was a little quiet: "you go to the innermost part. Someone arranged to change your clothes. If the person in the box ordered wine, you'll send it."

"OK, I see." Tang Guo walked forward and went into the dressing room. After putting on her clothes, she looked in the mirror and blushed. She was the mother of two five-year-old children. She was too young to wear sailor clothes.

She shook her head, threw out those superfluous strange ideas in her mind and told herself: you're looking for Ji Han! It's important to see him and talk about the contract!

"President, do you want me to drive you there?" Bruce helped Ji Han get his coat and asked respectfully.

"No need." he fastened his tie in the mirror and said, "you can get off work." after that, Ji Han turned and left, drove directly to the nightclub and asked his old guys to embezzle some of the funds from Zhimei. But because they are the backbone of Zhimei, he turned a blind eye. Unexpectedly, these old guys have become more and more fierce in the past year, He has long wanted to find a chance to deal with them.

Just parked at the gate of the nightclub and saw the license plate, a parking boy in front of the door immediately came over and bowed low-key: "President Ji, but I haven't come for a long time. Please come inside."

Ji Han didn't speak. Under the guidance of the waiter, he found several private rooms reserved by his old friends.

"Nephew Shi, you are finally here. We have been waiting for you for a long time."

"Oh, really?" he said quietly, but a polite smile came up at the corners of his mouth. The old man really knows how to get along, and he doesn't know what kind of relatives he and his family are.

"Come on, Mr. Ji, sit here." a greasy middle-aged man with a bald head waved to him. Ji Han didn't refuse, and strode over.

"Nephew, I'll pour you a glass of wine. It's a new good product of the Italian vineyard. They say you're the best at tasting wine. Come and have a taste." Yu Zhiqiang presented the glass with both hands. It's intimate. If you don't know the inside story, you think how close the relationship between the two people is.

Ji Han shook his glass and sniffed it under his nose: "Uncle Yu is really willing to give up his love. I already smell the smell of wine. I'm afraid I'm going to drink uncle Yu's salary this month! I don't know how Uncle Yu enjoys it and how to support his family. I'm a little ashamed."

Hearing Ji Han's words, Yu Zhiqiang's face turned black at that time. The irony in this remark was self-evident. He looked at each other with several other old men, smiled and sat back in his original position.

The box fell into an awkward and strange quiet atmosphere again. Several people drank for a while. One of them called: "why haven't we sent the things ordered in the president's private room? Are you new? Do you understand the rules!"

"I'm sorry. I didn't prepare for the season."

The man opposite snorted coldly, "not ready? What shall we play? Why don't you come over?" then the people in the box laughed: "the manager, with a shiny face, I can't afford it."