Chapter 02: 190,000 Tips
Chapter 2
The guest did not wipe the water stains on his fingertips, but casually placed his left hand on the armrest of the sofa. His knuckles were clearly visible because of the half-clenched hand, and the laser light above his head turned into dark gold. The silver watch that fit tightly on his wrist reflected a cold dark light, like a trap that bound the bulging blue veins along the back of his hand.
For some reason, the wine glass inadvertently turned a few times in the guest's hand and was then placed back on the table.
Click.
The bottom of the wine glass collided with the dark red glass tabletop, making a small but audible sound. Wen Xi trembled inexplicably, then his thoughts came back, and he suddenly realized how strange and bad his thoughts were about the guest's slender fingers wet by the water vapor.
Although I knew that in the dim light, the guests would not pay attention to my expression and would not know my thoughts at all, but when my gaze met the half-lidded, narrow and deep eyes in front of me, I still felt a sense of shame and panic at having my inner thoughts peeped into by the guests.
Although I don't know why this happened, I just inexplicably had unethical thoughts about the guests.
Wen Xi thought with some sadness that the customer he was trying to capture had already turned into a bad person in his mind before he put his plan into practice.TVT
The laser lights above were rotating and changing, splitting the room and trapping the two in the dark shadows. Wen Xi felt many people's gazes as soon as he entered the room, and when he stood in front of Yan Jue, the most difficult person in the room, more people looked at him.
Wen Xi was extremely nervous, but when he thought about the huge debt he had to bear and the fact that his sister would be suspended from school if she didn't pay the full-time fee, he realized that success or failure depended on this one move.
He tiptoed towards the guest's deep obsidian eyes, walked straight around the wine table in front of him, and finally stopped between the guest's slightly apart legs.
The hem of the skirt Ming Yao found for him was of a subtle length, neither too long nor too short, just right. The layered hem tightly covered the knees of the guest sitting on the sofa. As her body rose and fell with her breathing, Wen Xi could even feel the vibration of the skirt rubbing against the guest's suit pants.
"Huh? Why haven't you sat down yet?" Cen Qin's voice suddenly came from behind. He sat on the sofa to the right of the guest and continued, "You don't like the banquet? If you don't like it, let him go back."
Wen Xi's eyelids jumped when he heard this, and he met Yan Jue's eyes. Yan Jue looked away, and his thin lips opened and closed, as if he was about to say something. Wen Xi thought of the method Ming Yao had told him that had a 100% success rate, bit his lip, and made up his mind to take the next step before Yan Jue could say something he didn't like.
He took a step forward, with the hem of his skirt covering most of the guest's thighs. He pressed his knees against the inside of the guest's legs, widening the distance between Yanjue's legs, and sat sideways on the man's thighs.
Wen Xi waited for a few seconds, and when the customer didn't push him away, he breathed a sigh of relief. The fabric between the man's suit pants and the hem of his skirt was very slippery, so Wen Xi only dared to sit halfway, and it was slipping further and further, so he quietly touched the ground with his toes and moved his thighs, trying to support himself.
As a result, he just moved twice, and a man's hoarse and low voice came from above his head: "Don't move."
Wen Xi's heart trembled, and he thought he was about to fail. However, the next moment, a big hand with distinct joints was on his waist. The guest lifted him up with one hand, and the bow between their legs slipped off. When Wen Xi sat on Yan Jue's lap again, there was no skirt to block her, and she sat firmly on the man's lap with only her underwear between her.
It was the first time for Wenxi to sit on someone's lap. He didn't know what it felt like to sit on a man's lap in an air-conditioned room in summer, but he could clearly feel the man's strong and firm leg strength through two layers of cloth, as well as the real body temperature of another person. The heat that was continuously transmitted to the buttocks and legs made Wenxi feel as if he was on a scorching volcano, roasting and burning.
Ming Yao taught him to sit on the guest's thighs boldly when the time was right, but Wen Xi was not a good student in this regard. Not only did he sit on the guest's thighs, but he also naturally put his arms around the guest's neck when Yan Jue was supporting him. He tilted his little face up, staring into Yan Jue's deep black eyes without blinking, and whispered softly: "Brother."
Wen Xi had only been working at Ni Ye for three days. He had never served at a booth, let alone a private room. He had never had any emotional experience, and all his skills in pleasing others came from Ming Yao's temporary instruction more than ten minutes ago.
Although Wen Xi thought he appeared calm enough, in fact, in Yan Jue's sight, his eyelashes trembled unconsciously, like a frightened butterfly, casting a small shadow on his fair cheek. His pointed chin was slightly retracted inward, and his face, wrapped in a gorgeous wide hood and long hair, was tense and tense.
He seemed bold and straightforward as he sat on Yan Jue's lap and spoke intimately to the guest by hooking his neck. In fact, his movements were awkward and clumsy, and his acting was poor and immature.
Yan Jue did not remove his hands from Wen Xi's waist, but placed them lightly on Wen Xi's waist. He lowered his eyes and looked at the beautiful boy in his arms. His misty fox eyes were clear and pure, and the tip of his nose and ears were all red, like a guilty student who took the initiative to do something bad in front of the teacher for the first time.
"Did I scare you just now?"
"You didn't scare me." Wen Xi blinked. He smelled the cool woody scent in the guest's arms, and thought of the man's immediate actions. He said, "Brother is so strong, so amazing."
Bravely sitting on the thigh, affectionately calling him brother, and expressing his thoughts with true feelings, this set of silky little tricks is the core of Ming Yao's teaching skills. Even if he is not skilled in using it, it is obvious that Wen Xi succeeded.
Yan Jue not only kept him, but also took the initiative to ask his name.
"Wenxi, work badge number 019."
Wenxi realized after he finished speaking that he had been sitting on Yanjue's lap for several minutes and had not introduced himself to him, which made him look like he was not very professional. In order to make a deeper impression on the customer, Wenxi took the initiative to hook Yanjue's hand, blushing, and repeated: "Brother, my name is Wenxi, you can call me Wenwen."
"Wenxi." Yan Jue held his hand, lowered his eyes and said softly, "Wenwen, a very nice name."
The customer's low and hoarse voice made my lower back tingle and even my scalp feel numb.
Wen Xi couldn't help but shake his legs. It felt so strange.
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As soon as Wen Xi returned to the lounge, Ming Yao couldn't wait to ask about the situation.
"Later, I used the excuse of getting some wine to stop sitting on his lap and sat on the side pouring wine. Yanjue was a little sleepy due to jet lag, and the private room was really noisy, so we chatted briefly and didn't have much communication. We waited for the cake to be cut at midnight, and then everyone dispersed, and then I went back to the lounge."
He thought about it carefully and told the truth: "It's not messed up, Manager Zou can rest assured. But we rarely talk, and I feel like he doesn't like me that much."
"Tsk, so tasteless. It's okay, baby." Ming Yao comforted: "It's great to act alone for the first time. There will be many more opportunities in the future if you can stay in Niye. Let's keep up the good work."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the lounge was pushed open by Manager Zou: "Wenxi, you did a good job today. Guess how much you earned."
Wen Xi shook his head: "I can't guess."
Ming Yao: "Fifty thousand?"
Manager Zou shook his head and grinned under the anxious gazes of the two people: "Two hundred and twenty thousand."
"Fuck?" Ming Yao took a breath, "How much?"
Wen Xi was stunned, unable to believe that he could earn so much in just one hour: "Manager, is this true? Did you calculate it correctly?"
"Tsk," Manager Zou smacked his lips, "How can this be false? You don't even know how much money Ni Ye makes."
"But according to the club's rules, your commission for room 006 tonight is actually only 30,000, which is not much. But before the guest left, he specifically gave you a tip, and the club will not take a cut of this."
"190,000," Manager Zou pointed to Wen Xi's work badge on the table, "019, the customer's tip amount is exactly the same as your work number."
"Our club has proposed the settlement, and it has now been transferred to your account. Please confirm it."
Wen Xi picked up the phone and saw that the top row of the message box was filled with debt collection messages that had not yet been cleared. The last message was indeed the news that 220,000 yuan had been deposited into the account.
He looked at the account balance of 220,102.3, and felt as if he had won a big prize and had no time to react: "It has been credited to my account."
"That's fine. I was still worried about whether you would mess up. It seems that the customers like you very much." Manager Zou patted him on the shoulder and said, "Keep up the good work. I'm still busy. I'll leave first."
Wen Xi's brain was in a state of panic, but he came back to his senses after being slapped by the manager.
"Goodbye, Manager."
As soon as Manager Zou closed the door, Wen Xi exclaimed in a low voice: "That's a lot of money."
Ming Yao shook Wen Xi's shoulder: "I'll tell you, I'll tell you, how could I not like you. Although I'm not very good at flattering you, but you're as pretty as a little cake when you call me brother in a gentle voice. Who wouldn't like you?"
"Wenxi, my dear, I told you that you were born to do this job."
"You're making me feel weird," Wen Xi's face flushed at Ming Yao's exaggerated praise. Thinking of tonight's income, he couldn't help but be a little humble: "I'm just average."
Ming Yao's heart melted by his cocky little appearance: "I said, the bad guy customers like to bully the stupid Jiaojiao and it works every time."
Ming Yao: "If Yan Jue comes again, he will probably target you again. You must catch him firmly. This move is much more generous than Cen Tan's. We must catch this big fish!"
"But my performance today was also due to luck. I still need to continue to learn and improve in terms of understanding the customers' minds." Wen Xi quickly calmed down. "Xiaoyao, you are a bartender. You don't normally come into contact with these things. Where did you learn so many practical strategies and skills?"
"Hi," Ming Yao: "You think I'm a useless veteran who has worked for nothing. I read a lot of novels, so I learned these things naturally. Your situation is very similar to a book I read recently. I extracted some fragments and techniques, and with your lively appearance, I just happened to use them, and it just happened to succeed."
"Can you learn so much just by reading novels?" Wen Xi was surprised, "What's the name? Can you share it with me?"
"The novel is Huahua's novel, and its name is "I became a vicious victim and became a popular fan after relying on Xiao/Biao [StarCraft]""
"Flower?"
Wen Xi frowned slightly: "The name of the novel is a bit strange. Is the small batch a weapon? (⊙o⊙)..."
Ming Yao stared into Wen Xi's clear eyes that were eager to learn, and smiled wickedly: "That's a good thing. You can only experience its taste by seeing it yourself."
"I'll sort it out and send you the link when I get home from get off work during the day."
Wen Xi had no doubts: "Okay."
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