Chapter 1 The God of Wealth from the Provincial Capital

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In the evening, Cheng Jia had a dream.

In the dream, the clean and aloof boy's ears were red, and he knelt beside him. The dormitory bed was covered with a light blue checkered sheet, which smelled of soap.

The sun was blazing, and the white gauze curtains swayed in the breeze.

The boy leaned close to his ear and whispered hoarsely, "Cheng Jia, can I kiss you?"

The atmosphere was innocent and beautiful, and my heart was pounding.

So Cheng Jia didn't refuse.

So the other person lowered their head and slowly approached, their breath hot and labored, making it impossible to tell whose it was.

He slowly kissed him from his ear to his lips, then paused, pressed his fingers against his waist, and turned his head to bite his lips...

My phone rang!

"Cheng Jia, we have important guests at the three nines tonight. Arrange for your guests to be at the three sixes." The boss gave the order.

Cheng Jia was half asleep when she said, "...What's going on? I spent three days chatting with that old hag, and I finally managed to get her to come and book a table. And now she's just changing it like that?"

"You're going to talk for three days? This is a god of wealth that my dad spent half a year persuading to come. We have to treat him well. In that case, the three nines' worth of spending will also count as your performance. Go and get ready to pick him up."

Oh, pay up.

Cheng Jia stretched and said, "Okay, I'll get up."

Another day of selling alcohol and laughter.

It's a bit of a shame that the dream was interrupted, but thankfully it was just a dream.

because--

There are some dreams he doesn't deserve to have.

That person doesn't deserve to be kissed.

"......"

The night view of Jingang City is extremely dazzling.

The streets and alleys were bustling with people, even more so than during the day.

The heat was ignited by neon lights and alcohol.

It was just past 8 p.m. on Chengnan Entertainment Street.

The giant neon screen at Jinhe Entertainment City had just lit up.

At the entrance, which was covered with a red carpet, a brown-red old Chevrolet screeched to a halt!

The modified flat-top convertible with French-style round headlights doesn't look expensive among luxury cars, but its unique style makes it particularly eye-catching.

The car door opened, and long legs clad in white jeans stepped out.

Cheng Jia, however, did not rush to get out of the car.

He leaned to one side, fixing his wind-blown hair in front of the rearview mirror.

Strands of hair coated with glitter shimmered with tiny silver light in the neon lights, like a layer of fake stars.

A stylish accessory, essential for those working in nightclubs.

When he looked in the mirror, a cigarette was dangling from the corner of his mouth, his almond-shaped eyes were slightly narrowed by the smoke, and a small brown mole above the bridge of his nose made his bone structure even more dashing.

It's the kind of face that people have praised since childhood.

No skill required, just raw and cool.

My phone suddenly rang.

"Hey? Sis, I'll just clock in and head over... Don't worry, I'll arrange the drinks. You miss me? Really?" Cheng Jia answered the phone, flirting with the old hag.

To play along.

The fundamentals of top-tier marketing.

He put his hands in the pockets of his baseball jacket and walked onto the field.

Inside was a dark green silk shirt, with two buttons casually undone, revealing a prominent collarbone, and a silver chain around her neck.

But the chain was too long.

It's not clear what object fell at the moment.

They walked quickly, and soon their figures disappeared at the bar entrance.

"Holy crap, who's this handsome guy?" A new customer exclaimed, stunned by his good looks.

A person next to him explained: "Jin He's marketing manager, his name is Cheng Jia. I heard that you can't get a table with a spending of less than 30,000. He's really arrogant."

"She's just a male prostitute who sells alcohol. Anyone who works in a nightclub can have their way with her as long as they pay. What's so great about her?"

"Hey, anyone who looks like that wouldn't be arrogant."

"......"

Jinhe Casino has been operating in Jin Gang for five or six years.

The decor is high-end, and the turnover is also good.

The DJ stage was quite busy, with sound engineers and lighting technicians adjusting the equipment.

Cheng Jia walked straight through the booths on the first floor, went up the stairs to the second floor, went to the marketing lounge at the corner, put down his coat, swiped his card, and picked up his walkie-talkie.

He has been working at Jinhe for more than two years.

In the lounge, Xiaobaimao saw Cheng Jia and quickly called out, "Brother Jia, you're here! Sister Jasmine just arrived not long ago. I saw them go into the private room, the Golden Palace with three sixes."

The three sixes in Jinzun represent the private room number.

Minimum spending requirement: 66,000.

“I know,” Cheng Jia said, still feeling regretful upon hearing the room number, as changing rooms would mean losing several thousand yuan. “The VIPs with three nines in the room had better spend enough, otherwise I’ll have to make a scene with Boss Zhou.”

The owner of Jinhe Entertainment City is Zhou Minghe.

He was the one who called Cheng Jia earlier to order a room change.

The young man with white hair, a new marketing recruit, clicked his tongue enviously: "Damn, three sixes is pretty impressive. When will I ever have a customer ordering three sixes...?"

"Eat more goji berries to nourish your kidneys." Cheng Jia knew what these people were imagining.

Little White Hair: "?!"

Rumor has it that Cheng Jia is a master of bed skills and knows how to please rich women, which is why he has such good sales performance.

Is it really true?

"......"

Stepping out of the lounge, I entered the magnificent, golden corridor.

Cheng Jia's WeChat rang again.

"bite!"

Three old hags in the six private rooms were urging him on.

This wealthy old lady from the port area, in her fifties, outlived her ninety-year-old husband and inherited a large sum of money. Recently, she hired a male college student in Jin Gang, who often takes him out with his young lover. He's quite demanding, but he's rich.

Following his usual practice when receiving guests, Cheng Jia first went to the tool room, found a tray, and took some things.

Tie, candles, a semi-transparent shirt, ice cubes and hot water, and a few packets of popping candy.

Finally, I made ginseng and honey water and carried it in my hand.

Well prepared.

Push open the door to the private room with three sixes.

The people inside hadn't chosen any songs yet; they were sitting on the sofa, cuddling and being affectionate.

It's Sister Jasmine and her new little puppy.

Cheng Jia put down the tray: "Sister, I made you a cup of honey water, it's good for your skin. How about some imported liquor tonight? The new bartender is young and fresh-faced, he should be to your liking."

“Our Jiajia is still so sensible, but who can be as pleasing to the eye as you?” Sister Jasmine, who was over fifty years old, glanced at the contents of the tray, and, having grown tired of them all, stretched out her hand with bright red nail polish, tempting Cheng Jia, “Sit down and have a drink with me for a while, and I’ll give you this amount.”

Five thousand?

It's still 50,000.

The puppy she was holding glared at Cheng Jia, but dared not speak out.

Cheng Jia had no interest in vying for this favor.

I am not fortunate enough to enjoy it.

He skillfully played the victim: "Unfortunately, Boss Zhou assigned me other work tonight. I wanted to sit down and have a couple of drinks with my sister, but I had no choice because of making a living."

"Oh dear, poor thing," Sister Jasmine stared at Cheng Jia's face with shining eyes, then looked at his lean waist cinched with a brown leather belt, and hinted again, "Just open a couple of bottles, you're not going to drink with me anyway, just enough to cover the minimum spending requirement."

Only planning to spend the minimum?

Then all that chatting these past few days has been for nothing.

Cheng Jia sighed, a gentle smile appearing on her face.

He bent down, picked up the glass of honey water, and, holding the straw, personally fed it to the old hag's lips, his tone sincere.

"Sister, you're so capable, elegant, and so caring... How about two sets of Louis XIII? I have a mission this month, but I'll definitely drink with you next time."

A set costs 42,888 yuan, far exceeding the minimum purchase amount.

Sister Jasmine isn't stupid; after hearing sweet words for a while, she knows Cheng Jia is only after money.

Money can be spent, but it should be spent wisely.

She tapped Cheng Jia's hand, making a commanding statement: "It's settled then. Next time, you'll find an opportunity to spend more time with me. If you refuse again... I won't let you off the hook."

After saying that, he reached out to touch Cheng Jia's waist, wanting to first receive some benefits.

"Of course, next time for sure," Cheng Jia agreed and immediately got up to avoid the caress. "I'll go get some wine for my sister."

Actually, I won't accompany you next time either.

He is adept at exploiting other people's needs for personal gain, making one unfulfilled promise after another, and acting recklessly.

Such behavior is bound to backfire sooner or later.

They all get their just deserts.

"......"

Step out of the private room.

Cheng Jia's smile vanished instantly. She took a wet wipe from a passing waiter's tray and casually wiped the back of her hand.

He was racking his brains trying to figure out how to greet that distinguished guest.

I heard they came from the provincial capital.

Xining, the provincial capital.

Xining City?

He spent two years in Xining.

He had a specific purpose in sneaking into the university, finding his target, pretending to be gay like him, confessing his feelings passionately, and even having a relationship with him.

The target is a pure-hearted boy suffering from autism.

They were hard to approach at first, but later they were quite easy to fool.

Cheng Jia is a good actress, and her two-year-long devoted companionship made her many promises that she couldn't keep.

However, he was young then, not even 20 years old.

Looking back now, I feel really bad for them.

I felt so guilty that I even dreamed about it that evening...

Damn, we've gone off on a tangent.

He called out to the head waiter, Lao Zhao: "Brother Zhao! Lay the leopard-print gold carpet from the entrance to the top three nines, wipe all the supplies in the private room again, and also, leave the tables on both sides of the corridor on the first floor clear for now, so that it's not too crowded when walking. Pick a few quick-witted waiters to prepare to escort people to the rooms. You come with me to pick up people later."

"Okay, I'll go right away," Old Zhao readily agreed.

Everyone knows that the top salesperson is the boss's confidant.

Cheng Jia was meticulous and thorough in his work, and there was a reason why Zhou Minghe dared to send him to receive distinguished guests.

Being a top-tier marketer requires more than just good looks.

It's not because of goji berries.

"......"

Time passed by, second by second.

At 9:30 p.m., a convoy of cars, all black Audis, appeared on the street in front of the Jinhe Entertainment City, displaying a low-key yet impressive presence.

[Zhou Minghe: The Audi convoy is arriving in two minutes, come check it out!]

[Cheng Jia: We've arrived. Oh, what's your surname, esteemed guest? The big screen should display a welcome message.]

Zhou Minghe: Surname Shi.

hour?

Before Cheng Jia could even react in surprise.

The convoy pulled up to the side of the road, and a middle-aged man got out of the lead car and jogged over to open the car door for the main vehicle.

Several waiters went to greet them, but none of them managed to open the car door.

The night breeze in Jingang City in February is slightly cool.

The surrounding noise of people and music blended together, a familiar environment and noise.

But at that moment, Cheng Jia's heart pounded.

Even his hands and feet wouldn't obey his commands.

“Shi…” His gaze froze, looking up from the black suit trousers that stepped out of the car, past the black trench coat that reached his calves, and finally seeing a face he hadn’t seen in five years.

Porcelain white, austere.

She has a powerful aura.

Most importantly, he wants to be the same person he dreamed of.

They have the same eyebrows and facial features.

Everything around them froze, including Cheng Jia's blood.

He stood there, stunned, lamenting the cruel twists of fate.

The necklace on Cheng Jia's chest was hurting terribly.

It has been five years since it fell, and it still hasn't appeared.

He had just been diagnosed with late-stage stomach cancer when this person appeared.

Ha ha--

Damn fate keeps raping Cheng Jia!

Cheng Jia stood there, on the verge of tears, tilting her head but unable to make any expression.

The person opposite him was the one who had been cheated the most.

Shi, Qing, porcelain.

Young Master Shi.

He had been appeasing the young master for two years.

"...Manager Cheng?" Foreman Zhao reminded Cheng Jia.

The distinguished guest has arrived, so hurry and greet him!

Why are you stunned?