"The clothes I'm wearing are worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. Is it necessary to cheat you out of just over a hundred yuan? I really just forgot to bring my phone. Can't I pay for it tomorrow?"
As the proprietress approached, she heard Song Yibai's voice.
She looked at the skirt Song Yibai was wearing and thought it was beautiful, but she didn't know what brand it was.
When the proprietress heard that the skirt cost more than 100,000 yuan, she found it a little unbelievable.
This skirt is made of gold, and it won't cost hundreds of thousands of dollars. With hundreds of thousands of dollars, she can buy thousands of clothes and she won't be able to wear them all in her lifetime.
The waiter who went in to report quietly said, "This skirt is really expensive, but I don't know if it's authentic..."
"If I can afford a dress worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, how could I not even come up with a hundred dollars..."
Although the waiter didn't say it explicitly, she suspected that the skirt was a fake.
The proprietress thought for a moment, walked to the cashier and gave a polite smile.
"Girl, how about I lend you my phone so you can call your family and ask them to bring the money?"
"I……"
Song Yibai was stunned and tried hard to recall the number in his address book, but he could only vaguely remember a few digits.
She borrowed the hotel's landline and, under the guidance of the proprietress, awkwardly turned the number chain.
I put together the eleven-digit number based on my vague impression, but the call didn't go through and it showed that the number was no longer in service.
The landline was still very loud and could be heard throughout the hotel.
"Wrong number, let me try again."
Song Yibai suppressed his embarrassment and dialed the number again. This time the call went through, but the person who answered the phone was a strange man with a greasy voice.
When Song Yibai called out "Hello" and asked, "Are you my dad?", the other party started teasing her.
She hung up the phone, feeling a little angry and embarrassed, and had no choice but to turn to Song Simo for help:
"Brother, don't you remember your family's phone number?"
He was clearly the one who wanted to treat her to a meal, so how could he have forgotten to bring his phone and wallet?
Song Simo certainly remembered his family's phone number, but he shook his head slightly, "I don't remember it either."
The proprietress looked at them with a changed expression, "Are you really here to eat a free meal on purpose?"
Song Yibai was really about to cry.
"So what should we do now? Brother, go back and get the money. I'll wait here for you to come back."
Song Simo shook his head and rolled up his sleeves.
"It's too much trouble to go back so late. You said you could endure the hardship with me. If that's the case, then use work to offset the money you just spent."
He looked at the boss lady and asked, "Can we help you with something?"
The proprietress took one look at their attire and thought about how these two people looked when they worked as waiters, and she found it very strange.
But there is no other way now. Who knows if these two people will never come back after they leave?
There are some people who buy on credit, but they are all regular customers. The hotel does not allow new customers to buy on credit.
"Okay, then you guys wash the dishes. Five cents a bowl, and you can wash two thousand bowls."
After thinking about it, the boss's wife agreed to Song Simo's request to use his work to offset his expenses.
"Brother! Are you crazy? Why are you washing dishes? How can we do something like this that servants do?"
Song Yibai opened his eyes wide and looked at Song Simo in disbelief.
She is a rich lady, are these hands used to wash dishes?
"good."
Song Simo had no objection.
Although he has never washed dishes in this life, he washed quite a lot of dishes in his previous life.
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