Chapter 25 Shoe-Taking Area

In the master bedroom.

An American-style suite with a connected bedroom and walk-in closet.

A sheer curtain hangs over the spacious floor-to-ceiling windows, revealing a sleek and elegant South American black walnut solid wood bed.

The suitcases were piled up so much in the walk-in closet that there was no room to move.

Wearing a black vest, Tony smiled and instructed Cheng Jia: "President Shi's wardrobe must be tidy, and the order of items must be correct. Shirts, jackets, and trousers should each have their own wardrobe. Suits should be put in dust bags and hung by color, from light to dark and from short to long. Underwear should be placed in brocade boxes, and the boxes should be stored in the bottom three drawers..."

"Place the watch, ring, cufflinks, and bow tie into the central island counter in that order."

"We need to put belts in the glass display cases here."

"......"

Make sure everything is explained.

Tony nodded to Cheng Jia: "Thank you for your trouble, Manager Cheng. We'll be going now."

“Special Assistant, aren’t you coming with me? I’m afraid I’ll be cleaning up until dawn by myself,” Cheng Jia said, still somewhat unwilling to give up. “This workload is too enormous.”

It's more tiring than making him stay up all night drinking with clients.

Tonytin apologized, saying, "I'm sorry, Mr. Shi did not allow us to stay."

"I still have to go to work tonight..." Cheng Jia wanted to say that he had to go to work that night.

But Tonytin said goodbye and turned to leave.

"......"

The walk-in closet was very quiet.

There's no other way, let's get to it!

Cheng Jia rolled up the sleeves of her light brown sweatshirt to her arms, bent down and opened the suitcases one by one. Fortunately, the clothes inside were neatly folded and in the correct order.

You can simply take it out and hang it on a hanger.

It seems like it can be finished without working all night.

Shirt, jacket, trousers.

The underwear came in a brocade box and could be put directly into the drawer.

The only difficult items to organize were the accessories. The watch box had to be opened, and each item had to be placed perfectly, without any misalignment. The cuffs also had to be arranged in neat pairs.

"You're just burning money, aren't you? Can you even wear all of these?"

Cheng Jia was tidying up while enduring her back pain, and complained that Shi Qingci might have a collecting obsession.

His phone rang.

I picked up my phone and checked the time—

9:30!

He actually spent nearly four hours cleaning by himself.

No wonder his back hurt so much he could barely stand up. Cheng Jia supported his back with one hand, walked to the soft bench behind the central island, sat down, and answered a phone call.

There was also a half-empty bottle of mineral water on the island.

"Hello? Brother Jia." It was Wu Xin, the white-haired boy, who made the call.

Cheng Jia was so tired that she could barely speak: "Speak."

"Where are you? Boss Wang called the front desk to ask if you're here. He said you weren't answering his calls and he wants to book three private rooms. He said he'll be there in half an hour. It seems like we're going to have a big party tonight. When are you coming?"

Did Mr. Wang make a phone call?

Cheng Jia took the phone off her ear and glanced at it: "...Oh, the signal was bad just now, I missed it. I should be able to get it working in half an hour. If it comes, please connect it for me first, and I'll do it as soon as possible."

"Brother, are you alright? You sound weak."

Cheng Jia gritted his teeth: "Yes, it's even more tiring than my mother carrying bricks."

Boss Zhou said he would give him an extra two thousand yuan.

This comforted Cheng Jia's weary heart.

"Also, he said he wants to play... cough, a strip club, and he wants you to contact twenty models who are available, and make sure to give them enough tips." The white-haired guy was a little embarrassed.

Cheng Jia was so tired that her brain could barely function. She muttered to herself, "Twenty people for the shoe-removal area? We'll have to ask Meng Lei to transfer people. Don't worry about it, I'll arrange it later."

"Okay, I'll wait for you at the venue," Little White Hair agreed.

The call ended.

Cheng Jia then made another call: "Sister Meng? I need to book a room for a younger woman. It's a slippery area, and she needs it in about half an hour. Could you give me the details...?"

He was speaking when he inadvertently turned his head and saw someone behind him!

Damn, Cheng Jia jumped in fright.

Shi Qingci had been standing there listening for who knows how long.

She was still wearing that black shirt and suit pants; it looked like she was in the dressing room to get her pajamas so she could take a shower.

He was listening to Cheng Jia on the phone.

The woman on the phone urged, "Hello? How many people do you need? Just say it."

"Uh... twenty, I guess," Cheng Jia said, avoiding Shi Qingci's gaze and lowering his voice. "You'll send them to the club. Tonight's a big client, I'll play with him the whole time. Remember, it's a place where you take off your shoes. Don't send girls who can't play."

"......"

What is a shoe-off area?

Shi Qingci didn't understand this jargon.

But you could tell that Cheng Jia was acting suspiciously.

Something's not right.

After the call ended, Shi Qingci walked into the dressing room, glancing around to see that everything was basically tidied up.

Only some belts are left to be rolled up; it will be finished in less than half an hour.

He opened the closet to take out the pajamas that had just been hung up, his voice casual.

"You're very busy, Manager Cheng."

“Almost done,” Cheng Jia stood up, walked to the central island and quickly rolled up her belt, then said, “I have a client coming. After I finish this, I need to rush back to Jinhe, Mr. Shi.”

Even if you really want to retaliate, you can't just stop him from working.

Cheng Jia cannot neglect her primary job.

I'm exhausted tonight.

I'm very tired.

"......"

Shi Qingci, holding her pajamas, readily agreed: "Of course, I know you're Jin He's employee. Just leave after you're done; it won't affect your work."

You know that, yet you still treat me like a donkey!

"...Thank you, Mr. Shi." Cheng Jia breathed a sigh of relief.

Just don't detain him; he only comes once every three days anyway.

It's tiring, but at least I get paid.

One more time is one more chance.

Seven thousand yuan has been credited to my account.

*

Half an hour later, Cheng Jia left the villa without incident.

About ten minutes later.

After taking a shower, Shi Qingci came out of the bathroom and suddenly remembered something.

He found Zhou Minghe's WeChat and asked him a few questions.

Shi Qingci: [What is a shoe-removal area?]

Zhou Minghe: [Joke, Mr. Shi is getting into it? As the name suggests, he's down to his shoes.]

"?" Shi Qingci's eyes froze.

Try to understand the meaning of this half-sentence.

All that was left were the shoes.

Cheng Jia, is that right?

"--Damn it." He threw down the towel, rushed back to the dressing room to change his clothes, grabbed his phone and car keys, and sped off to chase after the person.

No, he didn't mind Cheng Jia participating in the shoe-removal activity.

He just felt that the walk-in closet wasn't tidy enough.

Cheng Jia needs to stay up until dawn to finish!

"......"