Chapter 17 It's a real misfortune to have a boss like this.

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The next day was a bright and sunny day.

As the end of March approaches, the sun is shining brightly.

Cheng Jia slept until after noon, and groggily opened her eyes, not waking up naturally.

It's because that Sichuan restaurant downstairs is so popular at lunchtime.

The pungent smell of chili oil seeped into the room through the old window sill, making his nose uncomfortable. But when he woke up, the first thing he covered was his eyes because the cheap curtains didn't block out the light well and the light was too dazzling.

With a sigh, Cheng Jia forcefully pulled the dark blue blanket over her head.

I tried to take another nap in this environment.

As a result, I couldn't sleep.

He forced himself to lie there for five or six minutes before resignedly turning over to reach for his phone, which was charging on the side of his pillow and still on silent.

There are many unread red dots on WeChat.

He clicked on it and easily found Mr. Shi among a group of internet-savvy profile pictures.

Shi Qingci's WeChat profile picture is a church and a white dove.

It has a landscape photo feel to it.

A simple reply.

Mr. Shi: OK

OK.

Does this mean they've agreed?

He agreed to let Cheng Jia show him around the villa.

That means I got five thousand yuan!

Cheng Jia reported this good news to Boss Zhou.

Zhou Minghe transferred 20,000 yuan to him directly, along with a voice message:

"Here's five thousand yuan as your commission, and fifteen thousand yuan is for you to buy clothes. You're not allowed to refuse. If you dress rudely, you'll embarrass me. From now on, when you two meet, you'll pay for all meals and tea first. Keep the receipts and I'll reimburse you."

"Okay," Cheng Jia replied.

I got up and washed up, and while I was washing up, I thought about where to buy clothes.

Cheng Jia hasn't simply gone shopping in a very long time.

I buy all my clothes, shoes, and socks online.

Suddenly I remembered that he had someone named "Da Wang" on WeChat.

I used to work as an intern in marketing at Jinhe, and we added each other on WeChat.

Later, when the king had no customers, he changed careers.

They're selling men's clothing right now; this is a men's clothing salesperson.

He had seen Da Wang post on his WeChat Moments. The store was located on the 3rd floor of Zone F in Xinggang Mall. The prices were considered mid-range, neither expensive nor cheap.

After washing up, I lit a cigarette.

Cheng Jia called the king and briefly explained the situation.

The king then provided him with three sets of clothes, shoes, and socks, and also gave him two pairs of underwear and an earring. Nowadays, accessories are given away with clothing purchases.

The ring on Cheng Jia's little finger was a free gift when she bought a shirt online.

Purchase successful, total cost 12,390 yuan.

Cheng Jia planned to keep the remaining three thousand yuan.

I can't bear to actually spend all the money.

"I'm going out to eat now. You can deliver the goods directly to Jinhe. Call me when you arrive and I'll come down and put it in my trunk. Okay, bye."

Cheng Jia put on her coat while talking on the phone with Da Wang.

After tidying up, I grabbed my car keys and went downstairs.

We ate at the Shaxian Hotel next to Jinhe. The meal consisted of chicken leg rice and a bowl of pork rib soup, costing 26 yuan.

Cheng Jia has been working at Jingang for the past two years and often comes here to eat.

The shop owner has a little girl, probably seven or eight years old.

"Brother, you're here again." The little girl with pigtails was doing her homework on an empty table and greeted Cheng Jia in a low voice.

She was afraid her mother would hear and scold her for not concentrating on her writing.

Cheng Jia smiled at her: "Can you write?"

"Yes! I can do it all. Do you want some candy? I've been saving some for you for days." The little girl's cheeks were flushed; she was shy and timid, but she still wanted to talk to Cheng Jia.

Who doesn't like a handsome young man?

This older brother is especially handsome.

Her voice is also pleasant to hear.

Cheng Jia bit into her greens: "I don't want to eat it, I don't like sweets."

"Brother, you're not wearing your necklace anymore. Where's the little pigeon?" The younger sister noticed that Cheng Jia's white shirt wasn't buttoned up properly, leaving his neck bare.

Cheng Jia paused in her eating and licked her lips.

"It's lost."

"Huh??" The younger sister stared wide-eyed in exaggerated surprise, wanting to ask if it could still be found since it was lost somewhere.

Cheng Jia interrupted her: "Shh, hurry up and do your homework."

That little white dove ring wasn't originally his.

He forced Shi Qingci to buy it, hoping to deepen Shi Qingci's understanding of their relationship so that she would trust him more.

Returning it now can be considered returning it to its rightful owner.

It's estimated that the Qing dynasty porcelain was discarded that very day.

Such an inexpensive ring, only sixty yuan.

He wore it for almost six years.

It has no value.

So, did you throw it in the trash can?

Did the cleaning lady pick it up and dispose of it?

Cheng Jia silently finished eating her chicken leg rice with her head down.

Go to work and stop thinking about these meaningless things.

That's all in the past.

"......"

I spent the whole afternoon on the phone.

First, send a message to the customer to ask if it's convenient for them to take a call. Then, call them, exchange a few pleasantries, and ask if they're free to book a room that evening.

How's business lately? Do you need any business companions?

Rich people tend to have bad tempers, and sometimes they get annoyed and scold Cheng Jia.

However, as long as Cheng Jia is shameless, he will contact her every now and then.

When someone comes to book a room, Cheng Jia can earn a commission.

That's the typical sales process.

No job is easy.

Making money is inherently difficult.

Cheng Jia had three individual customers in the evening, earning him a commission of about 1,000 yuan.

Rumors circulate that you can't book a table for less than 50,000 NTD, but those are just rumors. It's just that he won't sit down and drink with you if you're only spending a small amount, and that's true.

"Where is Cheng Jia?" Whenever Zhou Minghe was in Jingang City, he would come to the venue every few days.

I've been coming quite frequently lately, and the first thing I do is look for Cheng Jia.

Wu Xin, nicknamed "Little White Hair," was sitting in the lounge looking worried because he hadn't booked a table. When he saw Boss Zhou coming to the lounge looking for someone, he quickly stood up and said, "Brother Jia is downstairs at a casual table; he has a client."

Marketing efforts won't go very far when you already have customers.

He usually just wanders around the neighborhood.

I go over and provide service whenever a customer needs it.

They order drinks, get tissues, serve fruit platters, and sometimes even help customers avoid drinking too much. Finally, they safely escort customers who have had too much to their cars.

Welcoming and seeing off guests is Cheng Jia's job.

Zhou Minghe walked to the lounge like an old man taking a stroll.

Cheng Jia, dressed in a white shirt, leaned against the mahogany railing next to the lounge area. He had a slender waist and long legs, and occasionally threw some confetti into the air. Combined with his listless, pale face, he looked like he was going to a funeral.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Zhou Minghe tossed Cheng Jia a cigar.

Foreign goods, high-end cigars.

Cheng Jia responded remotely: "Not busy for now, no big clients have booked private rooms today, I'm standing."

"Oh, that's secondary," Zhou Minghe tilted his head, letting Cheng Jia light his cigar. He exhaled a puff of smoke and glanced at Cheng Jia's face, implying, "Don't you know your top priority right now?"

Cheng Jia: "What... Oh, I know."

Maintenance is always required.

Cheng Jia said, "We arranged to visit the villa the day after tomorrow. He agreed. Didn't I tell you that at noon?"

"It's so late at night, such a long night, don't you know to send a WeChat message to check on your old classmate?" Zhou Minghe was getting impatient.

For an entire day, Mr. Shi did not respond to his invitation to play ball.

Zhou Minghe didn't know how his sugar daddy could sit still on his schedule.

It's easy to guess that there are a lot of people in Jingang waiting to get to know Shi Qingci.

Don't let other PR people invite you out to dinner...

We've already secured a partnership!

"......"

Cheng Jia: "?"

Cheng Jia: "Why would I care if it's just guys all night?"

“What’s wrong with men? Just tell him you have a few really pretty new girls, ask him if he’s free tonight, and if he’s interested in something exciting,” Zhou Minghe thought for a few seconds, wanting to monopolize Shi Qingci’s entire schedule in Jingang. “What kind of girls does he like? You definitely know. Arrange for a few to be delivered over personally.”

He would send cigarettes, alcohol, and women, and accompany them to eat, drink, and play.

This is a common tactic for building closer relationships.

Cheng Jia's face darkened: "I'd be asking for trouble if I dared to ask that."

He knew about Shi Qingci's sexual orientation.

But Mr. Zhou didn't know that.

"What's wrong? What's wrong with sending a few girls to us? You two are old classmates, why are you embarrassed? Which of you is embarrassed?" Zhou Minghe didn't understand Shi Qingci.

He didn't know that President Shi was known for his clean and upright character.

Cheng Jia hinted, "...He, he probably doesn't like girls. Don't bother trying, it'll be a waste of time and might even annoy him."

"You don't like girls, you prefer mature women?" Zhou Minghe was surprised but quickly came to terms with it. "It's not like you can't find them."

Cheng Jia: "?!"

"Hurry up, contact President Shi right now, quick! I'll watch you send it," Zhou Minghe leaned closer to Cheng Jia, reaching into her pocket for her phone. "Just say a few new young women have moved in and want to raise their children..."

"......"

Damn it.

Having a boss like this is a real misfortune!

Cheng Jia turned her back, frowned, and sent a WeChat message to Shi Qingci.