Wen Jiaojiao's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she was so frightened that she immediately made a pig-like retraction motion, her voice trembling with fear:
Why are you doing this?
The man chuckled softly, took two five-yuan bills from his purse, and handed them to her, saying:
"Come out with me tonight, ten yuan is fine, okay?"
The sophisticated woman's face turned pale with anger upon hearing this, because she was only worth five yuan before, and Wen Jiaojiao could support her to do it twice in one trip.
Seeing that the others seemed unsurprised, Wen Jiaojiao suddenly remembered that a profession called "hair salon girl" had emerged in this era.
It means that while washing a man's hair, she lets him touch her hands and legs, and flirts with him.
I had planned to support Xu Cuifen when she got old, but I can't bring her to work as a hairdresser now, can I?
She gasped, suppressing the thought that she was only worth ten yuan a night, and instead pulled out five yuan, saying in a fawning tone:
"That's too much, bro, this is fine."
A look of surprise flashed across the man's eyes as he stuffed the remaining five coins into his bag and said:
"Is that really too much? This is the first time I've ever met a woman who isn't greedy for money."
The other women also looked at Wen Jiaojiao with surprise, and the young woman raised her voice:
"What nonsense are you spouting? Who doesn't want more money?"
Wen Jiaojiao ignored her and said sincerely:
“Brother, you don’t mind that I have a sexually transmitted disease, so I’ll just take five yuan from you. Consider the remaining five yuan as money for you and your wife to buy medicine for two months.”
The man's body trembled, his pupils widening as he stared at her, his mind filled with the image of her touching his head, and the thought that he wanted to cut his own head off.
He staggered back a few steps, his lips trembling, and stammered, "Dirty...dirty disease?"
Wen Jiaojiao said in a way that was absolutely terrifying:
"Yes, but don't worry, I haven't infected many people, and they're still alive."
Right now, we're just at the stage of taking some medicine every month; the coffin we prepared earlier probably won't be needed for several more years.
The man's hand holding the purse trembled uncontrollably. His face was full of bitterness, and he had never hated himself so much for failing to uphold marital virtue.
The young woman, fearing that she would ruin her reputation, explained anxiously, "Brother Li, this person is newly hired, we didn't know him."
Wen Jiaojiao: "No, she knows. She even said she wants me to teach you stinky men a lesson for not eating food at home and instead running around eating shit outside."
"Grandma, you wouldn't have deliberately cut your finger and rubbed it on my scalp while I was washing my hair, would you?"
The thought flashed through the man's mind. His expression turned to tears. He frantically grabbed the hose hanging on the wall and frantically poured water over his head, then turned to the shopkeeper and angrily shouted:
"You old hag, I'll smash your shop to pieces later."
He dared not offend Wen Jiaojiao in the slightest, fearing that she might bleed him out of anger and spew nonsense if she got upset, so he could only curse the young woman.
"Grandma, please don't talk nonsense!" the young woman said hastily, then turned to the man and pleaded ingratiatingly.
"Brother Li, we don't know either. She just arrived and you picked her in less than five minutes. You're really unlucky."
The man finished pouring the bucket of water, gritted his teeth, glared at the young woman, and said:
"I'm going to the hospital right now. You better pray I haven't caught it, or I'll definitely come back and kill you."
The young woman waved her hand dismissively. Seeing him leave in a hurry and anger, she didn't dare offend Wen Jiaojiao and said in a gentle voice:
"Well, why don't you leave? We won't dare to do these things anymore. We'll definitely stick to doing legitimate business."
"If everyone in Yuncheng were a pimp like you, how many women would be heartbroken and miserable at home?"
If I ever find your shop offering these illicit services again, I'll personally run the business for you.
After speaking seriously, Wen Jiaojiao turned and left without paying attention to the frightened expressions on the faces of the others, concealing her merits and fame.
The streets were bustling with people.
Wen Jiaojiao didn't want to go back and intensify Wen Zhaoye's fantasies, so she arrived at the entrance of the small restaurant, sweating profusely, and said in a gentle voice:
Are you hiring?
The young man waved his hand impatiently:
"I won't confess."
Wen Jiaojiao turned away helplessly. Little did she know that two people in the crowd were watching her intently.
They strolled around as if they didn't know each other, when Wang Daqing suddenly covered his mouth and lowered his voice, saying:
"Mom, look at that young girl. She's pretty and seems desperate for work. Isn't she exactly the kind of person we should target?"
Ding Jufang, a stout woman, walked ahead and glanced at Wen Jiaojiao almost imperceptibly, saying warily:
"Let's keep an eye on things. If there are people around who are with her, we can't take that risk."
Wang Daqing nodded:
"Yes, keep an eye on her a little longer. But this girl is really pretty. I'll trick her into coming home and play with her for a couple of days. Then I'll take her to the mountains and sell her for a good price."
Ding Jufang rolled her eyes at him and said:
"Save your breath. Xianghong is still angry about you messing with that girl last time. Don't cause me any more trouble."
Wang Daqing raised his hand and scratched the top of his balding head, a lewd look on his face, and chuckled:
Just don't let her know.
Wen Jiaojiao was completely unaware of the two people following her at a distance. She asked at several shops...
However, she discovered that good jobs required connections, there was no shortage of people, and it wouldn't be available to someone like her with an unclear background.
Those who don't earn much money are either even more exploitative than the skin-peeling couple.
Or perhaps they saw that she didn't have an ID card and were worried that she might be of dubious origin and cause them trouble.
She stood on the street, the scorching sun overhead, and for the first time, she felt the pang of the thought that she could starve to death despite having hands and feet. She sighed and said:
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