Chapter 27 Our deal ends here.

Before even seeing the text message, Shen Jin even had a fleeting thought: could it be because Yan Yu was going to text him about what happened this morning?

They said he was busy, that he was too busy, that it didn't have to be today, that tomorrow would be fine too...

But this naive young man was ultimately too innocent. Even though he instinctively tried to find reasons to excuse the other party, reality slapped him in the face.

"Shen Jin? Where's Shen Jin?! Where is he?! Where did he go to slack off?!"

As he stared silently at the text message on his phone, his supervisor's voice suddenly rang out from outside, pulling him back to reality. He quickly put his phone back in his pocket: "I'm here! I'm here! I haven't been slacking off!"

The supervisor, a man in his thirties, quickly pulled him aside, glared at him angrily, and scolded, "Where have you been? Don't you want to work? There are customers waiting! Go to table 523! Don't delay! There are a lot of customers today!"

Although this place is called a bar, it's more like a nightclub, a place for rich people to eat, drink, and have fun. It's definitely not suitable for a girl to work here, but it's fine for a guy like him.

"Okay, sorry." After apologizing to the manager, Shen Jin quickly ran off to get busy, carrying over the items ordered by others, answering their questions, and recommending the restaurant's signature dishes.

Sometimes, women come with other men. The girls often request him because they like him, which makes him busier than others, since he has to run back and forth and can't upset the customers.

Sometimes he would encounter some really cool girls who liked to tease him. Like right now, a woman dressed like a mature woman was resting her chin on her hand, smiling at him: "Little Jinjin, I haven't been here for a while. Did you miss me?"

After saying that, she reached out and gently stroked his pale face for a while, then placed her fingertip on his lips, smiling meaningfully: "I really like well-behaved children like you. Would you like to play with me for a bit?"

Shen Jin's face was pale. He gently dodged her hand, forced a smile, and poured her wine as if nothing had happened, saying stiffly, "Sister Liu, stop joking around. Your wine is ready, please enjoy..."

Working here, he naturally encountered all sorts of strange people, which wasn't surprising, since some customers were even more troublesome. Even so, he couldn't lose this job because he really needed the money.

After finishing entertaining guests at this table, he went to another table. To his surprise, this table was filled with college girls. As soon as they saw him, they smiled and came over, boldly kissing him on the cheek.

"Smack—"

The bottle of water in Chen Jin's hand fell to the ground, shattering into pieces. A shard of glass cut a young man's hand, drawing blood. He quickly bowed and said, "I'm so sorry! Let me bandage it for you!"

He knew he couldn't offend these guests, so he immediately grabbed a piece of paper from the side to wipe the young man's face. But the young man's face darkened, and he kicked him hard in the stomach!

Caught off guard, Shen Jin was kicked to the ground. He braced himself with his hands on the ground, and the shards of broken glass from the bottle pierced his hands, drawing blood instantly. He gasped in pain, his brows furrowing tightly.

The man continued to curse and swear, "You motherfucker! How disgusting! A man standing so close to me wiping me! Are you out of your mind?! Who gave you permission to get close and wipe me?! You're so filthy!"

Shen Jin's hands, stung by numerous shards of glass, burned with pain, yet he gritted his teeth and forced a smile, saying in a low, humble voice, "I'm sorry I upset you, I'll be more careful..."

The young man glared at him: "Then get the hell out of here! You're such a bad omen!"

The young man cursed angrily and kicked again, sending Shen Jin, who was about to get up from the ground, crashing into the corner of the table. The color drained from his face, and he almost fell back to the ground, his body weak.

It hurts so much...

It really hurts, it hurts everywhere, my heart aches, my body aches...

Shen Jin gritted his teeth to keep himself from making a sound. A weak, pale smile forced across his face as he shakily stood up, leaning on the table for support. He lowered his voice again and said humbly, "I'm sorry..."

The upper class is inherently superior to these people and won't take them seriously. After all, they are just employees, while these people are consumers. In their eyes, these people are gods.

When Shen Jin walked out of the room in a disheveled state, the girl who had just kissed him rushed over to help him up. Looking at his injured hands, she said with some guilt, "I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry, let me bandage you up!"

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt." Shen Jin forced a smile, his heart filled with endless sorrow, but he still managed to force a polite smile, pushed the other person away, and walked away unsteadily, his movements somewhat uncoordinated.

Shen Jin thought, what's the use of apologizing? What's the use of helping to bandage it?

The pain will still be there.

This is the life of people like him at the bottom of society, who lower their dignity to the mud in exchange for money to sustain their lives... He and Yan Yu are worlds apart, and the distance between their hearts is even greater.

He simply removed the glass shards from his hands, wiped away the blood, and taped them up. Even though he had been kicked twice and hit the corner of the table, which hurt terribly and injured his hands, he still had to continue working after the simple treatment.

Finally, Shen Jin closed his eyes wearily, took a breath, and a bitter smile appeared on his lips. Suddenly, he understood that it was time to wake up from the short dream and stop having any illusions.

So, he made up his mind and sent Yan Yu a text message back—

"Ayu, let's end our deal here..."