The manager suddenly shoved him away, clutched his stomach and laughed for a while before wiping away tears and looking at him: "No, what are you thinking? How many of the people who come to work in a place like ours are rich?"

Xiao Xin felt that what he said made no sense. If it weren't for his face, Yu Muqing might not have let him work here.

"Don't be fooled by our fancy club. As long as you're good-looking and have a great figure, our boss will take you in."

He then added, "Do you know why employees will still work for their boss even if the club has a terrible reputation?"

Xiao Xin asked, "What is it?"

The manager said, "That's because our boss won't force employees to do things they don't want to do. And no matter how much face the guests have, our boss only protects the employees. Those guests have to give our boss face."

Xiao Xin hadn't expected Yu Muqing to have so much power, but then felt that the manager was getting off-topic, so he asked, "Then why did you ask me... if I needed money?"

You can't exactly ask him for money, can you?

When business got down to business, the manager's smile vanished, replaced by a serious expression. He looked at Xiao Xin and said calmly, "Someone asked me to discuss something with you. After it's done..."

Xiao Xin interrupted him: "What is it first?"

For a manager who is usually jovial to become so serious and earnest, this must be a significant matter, and it may not necessarily be a good thing.

The manager felt a little embarrassed by Xiao Xin's serious gaze and those sincere, beautiful eyes.

He avoided Xiao Xin's direct gaze, hesitating about how to start the conversation.

Because, openly speaking, this is indeed not a good thing...

The manager stammered, "It's just..."

Xiao Xin stared intently at him: "What is it?"

The manager clasped his hands together, finding it difficult to speak; his face was practically scrunched up in a grimace.

Xiao Xin's curiosity was piqued. She stared at his mouth, which couldn't utter a single word for a long time, trying to figure out what was going on.

The manager looked anxious, unsure where to look. Under Xiao Xin's gaze, he felt his breathing become inexplicably difficult.

He suddenly regretted that he was the one who brought up this matter with Xiao Xin.

It was so agonizing, so torturous!

If he doesn't talk about this, he might lose his job. His whole family is counting on his meager salary to make ends meet. He has elderly parents to support and young children to raise, so this is truly a last resort for him.

But if this deal goes through, wouldn't that be sending Xiao Xin to meet the King of Hell?

He's probably going to die young.

Indeed, the adult world is anything but easy.

Xiao Xin sat opposite him, quietly watching the manager's expression, which was neither crying nor laughing.

He quietly enjoyed the manager's monologue for a full five minutes.

Finally, Xiao Xin ran out of patience, crossed his arms, and lay back on the sofa, frowning as he said, "My patience is limited."

Everyone has a temper, and Xiao Xin is no exception, but as long as you don't cross his bottom line, he rarely loses his temper.

The manager, his face flushed and neck red, took a deep breath as if he had made up his mind and said, "Let's make it clear beforehand: if you agree, then agree; if you're not satisfied, don't be angry, and certainly don't hit me. I'm just doing this on someone else's behalf."

Seeing his tense expression, as if he were acting very fierce, Xiao Xin lifted her eyelids and said calmly, "Am I fierce?"

The manager shook his head.

Am I as fierce as Fu Yan?

Upon hearing the name "Fu Yan," the manager glanced at Xiao Xin with surprise, then lowered his eyes and shook his head: "No..."

Xiao Xin looked up at the ceiling and sighed deeply: "Then why are you so afraid of me? Just say what you want to say. I don't eat people."

The manager nodded: "Then I'll say it."

"..." Xiao Xin clenched his fist at his side.

The manager clearly saw his action and shouted in a panic, "Someone wants you to hook someone up. They'll give you two hundred million if you succeed!"

Phew, I finally said it...

The manager was panting heavily, looking completely exhausted, and slumped weakly on the sofa.

Xiao Xin thought he had misheard. He raised an eyebrow: "Fishing for someone?"

The manager nodded: "Yes, to hook someone."

Xiao Xin squinted and asked again, "Two hundred million?"

The manager looked into Xiao Xin's eyes and nodded twice firmly: "Yes, two hundred million."

Xiao Xin's lips curled up slightly. Such a good thing?

He's so lucky today! Not only did he wake up to receive a necklace, but now someone has given him such a large order.

Two hundred million is enough to pay off his mother's mountain of debts and guarantee him a life of wealth and luxury for the rest of his life!

Moreover, with his face, seducing someone would be a piece of cake, wouldn't it?

Although it's shameless to say this, it has to be said that Xiao Xin seems to have nothing else besides this appearance.

Seeing his quiet, thoughtful expression, the manager couldn't help but whisper, "Yes, the other party is a man..."

Xiao Xin's relaxed brows suddenly furrowed: "A man?"

The manager saw his ecstatic face darken instantly, and his tone weakened: "Yes, a man..."

He knew that Xiao Xin had always dated girlfriends before, and he always felt that he would reject her for that reason.

“Hey,” Xiao Xin waved his hand, “They’re just men, it’s nothing, they’re all human, the same.”

During his school years, many male classmates actually gave him love letters, but those who knew about Xiao Xin's family situation would slip money into the love letters.

But not a single man gave him any money, so he naturally turned to the pretty women who were handing him cash.

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