Chapter 04 "Mercedes-up Skirt"
Chapter 4
There were not many people in Ni Ye in the evening. The singer on the stage was singing an incomprehensible folk song. Drinks valued at tens of thousands were neatly lined up at the bottom of the counter. The spotless glasses were gleaming in the cold golden light, showing the calmness of a life of decadence before death.
Ming Yao is the bartender in charge of Area A tonight. Wen Xi finally met Ming Yao again three days after she wore a miniskirt last time. The Niye Club is larger than expected, and the two of them couldn't even meet in the lounge. No one in the private room made an appointment for Wen Xi today, so Manager Zou arranged for him to serve drinks in the casual area and booths, and it was rare for him to work at the same place as Ming Yao.
Wenxi served the last glass of mojito, returned to the bar, put the tray on the counter, snapped his fingers at the bartender, and raised his chin slightly: "Over."
"Hardworking Master Wenxi," Ming Yao pushed the cup in front of him, "I admire you, so I specially squeezed some fresh juice for you."
Wen Xi took the orange juice and drank most of it contentedly. He glanced at the time and it was only seven o'clock. He couldn't help but frown and said, "It's only because there are not many people here now. I'll be so busy later that I won't even be able to drink water."
Ming Yao shook his cocktail glass: "There will be fewer people today."
"Why?" Wen Xi leaned against the bar, "Normally speaking, there would be more people on Fridays off than usual."
Ming Yao looked as if he was used to it: "There is a performance in Area B today. It happens once a week. The guests all went to watch the performance."
"Zone B?" Wen Xi had been working at the Ni Ye Club for a week and this was the first time he knew there was a Zone B here.
"Huh? Didn't I tell you?" Ming Yao said.
Wen Xi shook his head: "No."
"Then I was so busy that I forgot." Seeing this, Ming Yao lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "Think about it, Niye interns have a base salary of 50,000 yuan and various commissions. How can they make so much money just by drinking? We call the ground area A, and the underground area B."
"Area A is the surface, and Area B is where the big profits come from. Just keep going along that corridor over there and you'll go down to the underground."
Wen Xi followed Ming Yao's gaze and looked over. It was an inconspicuous corridor hidden in the side room behind the stage, a place that Wen Xi would never notice normally. But after Ming Yao's explanation, the dark corridor entrance now had an unknown temptation comparable to Pandora's box.
"What's the show in Zone B?"
"Underground performances are very random, just like opening a blind box. Audiences will not know what the performance will be before they attend. The unknown excitement is the most attractive. So as long as there is a performance, the seats are always full." Ming Yao stretched out his hand, "Spending more than 5 million can get a fixed seat in the underground audience stand. Although 5 million is the outermost, many urban white-collar workers come here. In the eyes of some people, this is not only a place for entertainment, but also a place of fame and fortune. Whether or not you have seen the performance in Zone B of Niye is a potential standard for measuring one's status."
The cold golden ceiling light at the bar cast a small shadow across Wenxi's thick and long eyelashes. Wenxi couldn't help but widen her eyes and smacked her lips: "How expensive."
"In fact, for those who can spend money at Niye, five million is not a lot." Ming Yao recalled: "When I first became a regular employee, there was a shortage of bartenders in Area B, so I went to fill the gap. When I followed the manager and passed by the audience, there were so many people. I didn't see what performances were going on, but the audience was very excited and screaming."
"But my hands were almost broken from shaking the wine that day, and someone complained that it wasn't tasty, so they deducted 500 yuan from me." Ming Yao rolled his eyes as he spoke, "I'm really convinced."
Wen Xi: “Haha.”
Ming Yao slapped Wen Xi on the head. His hands were cold from making ice wine, and Wen Xi was caught off guard and was frozen. He covered his forehead and whispered, "You're so fierce! I'm going to complain to the manager about you bullying your colleagues."
"I'm just bullying you, stupid Wenxi."
The order machine beeped, proving that the customer had placed an online order. Wen Xi glanced back and saw that a few new people were sitting in the booth on the left.
Wen Xi drank the orange juice in one gulp, her red lips moist, and her tone was quite regretful: "To be honest, I am a little curious, but now it seems there is no chance."
"How come there is no chance?" Ming Yao opened a bottle of whiskey on top of the wine cabinet, poured three glasses with ice, and placed them on the tray. "If the guest is willing, I can take you in tonight."
"tonight--"
The next second, Ming Yao pushed the tray forward and snapped his fingers, his voice surprisingly calm.
"K06, seize the opportunity, Wenxi."
Wen Xi sensed something was wrong and turned to look at the booth on the left. Through the hazy and ambiguous lighting, he met a calm and composed gaze.
Wen Xi paused for a moment, that was the decision of the banquet.
*
"Is that the pretty boy sitting on Yan Jue's lap? The one wearing a skirt that day?" Zheng Yuting: "Right? He didn't sit with you guys that day, so he shouldn't have recognized you wrongly, right?"
Cen Tan looked up and said, "There's nothing wrong with my eyes."
At the bar, unlike the witch skirt in everyone's memory, the boy was wearing the club's uniform black uniform, with a white shirt showing at the neckline, revealing a small piece of collarbone, and a suit vest that fitted his slender waist. His legs were slender and close together, and he faced them sideways. In the dim light, he looked like he was wearing a black fishtail skirt.
"No wonder she looks good in a skirt. An ordinary bartender uniform can look like a skirt." Zheng Yuting exclaimed, "What's it called?"
"Wenxi," Yan Jue unbuttoned his sleeves and rolled them up, "ID number 019."
Cen Tan nodded: "So this is what Mr. Yan meant by the 190,000 yuan tip."
"whisky?"
Cen Tan propped up his chin lazily: "All is fine."
After realizing that the person who was speaking was not the right one, Cen Qin turned to look at Yan Jue, only to see that the other party casually put away his phone, then looked up at the bar with a calm expression.
Looking over there, Wen Xi, a waiter with badge number 019 at the bar, suddenly turned his head and looked over here. He was obviously stunned for a moment, and it was obvious that he recognized someone he should know.
Cen Tan raised his eyebrows.
*
There was almost no buffer time, and Wen Xi could only carry the tray to the K06 booth. When he got closer, he found that the two dark figures next to Yan Jue were also familiar faces. One was Cen Tan, and the other was Zheng Yuting, a trendy yellow-haired man whose name he later learned.
Zheng Yuting observed Wen Xi up close for the first time. His small face, fox eyes and red lips would make people jealous and think that this boy was very scheming, but those beautiful eyes were much cleaner than those of most people he had seen, and his temperament was very different from his appearance.
Wen Xi placed the wine glasses near the other two people, bent down and gestured, "Sir, please enjoy your meal." After that, he put away the tray and hugged it to his chest, looking straight at Yan Jue.
The man was at his side, lazily leaning on the sofa, his left hand casually resting on the armrest, his sleeves rolled up, revealing a black watch of excellent texture. He was not wearing glasses, and his eyes were extremely dark, and his deep eyebrows gave him a sense of oppression from a superior, sharp and sparse.
As their eyes met, Wen Xi was not sure whether Yan Jue still remembered her. After all, he was wearing makeup at that time and had short hair now, not dressed like a girl.
However, when he bent down and approached Yan Jue's face and saw the man's eyebrows clearly, he found that the guest's eyes were actually very calm and not as difficult to get along with as he looked. It was the kind of look that only two people who knew each other would use.
In the dim light, Wen Xi placed her hand on the man's left palm and tapped it twice, as if greeting an old friend. She spoke slowly, her throat tightened due to slight tension, and her voice became much softer: "Brother, good evening. Do you still remember me?"
When seeing Wen Xi without makeup, Yan Jue discovered that there was a small mole on the upper right side of the tip of Wen Xi's nose. It was pretty and rose and fell with its owner's breathing.
Wen Xi's hand, which she had placed on the man's palm, was suddenly held forcefully, with their fingers interlocked. Yan Jue placed his thumb on his base of the palm. The man's thumb had a thin callus, and his fingertips were rough and hot.
Yan Jue's eyes, which were not blocked by the frame and were completely exposed to Wen Xi's sight, were dark and heavy. He looked at him with half his eyelids raised. Amid the restless and frenetic band performance, he spoke with an unusually calm tone.
"019 Wenxi."
As Yan Jue answered, his knuckles were unexpectedly rubbed twice. It was a little painful, but mostly itchy, as if he was entangled by a small electric current, or bitten by a snake. He didn't dare to struggle or couldn't struggle free.
Wen Xi's eyelids twitched and his heart skipped a beat. He subconsciously shook hands with Yan Jue and gave him his first false smile since they met. In a voice that only the two of them could hear, he said in a soft voice, "Wen Wen missed you."
The booth and the outside world became two worlds, and two worlds formed inside the booth. The subtle atmosphere between Wenxi and Yanjue was interrupted by the sudden sound effect of winning the game.
Zheng Yuting smiled awkwardly: "Sorry."
Wen Xi woke up suddenly. The sound that was blocked by his brain came like a wave. It turned out that there were two people next to him watching them interact, or flirt.
The feeling of shame finally came over him, overwhelming him. Wen Xi felt so hot that he was about to smoke. He let go of Yan Jue's hand as if he was caught in a premature love affair and handed the wine glass that had been ignored since the moment he appeared to Yan Jue.
Yan Jue looked at him, paused, and took it.
Cen Tan put down the empty cup, looked at his watch, and interrupted the three people, "The performance will start in five minutes."
Zheng Yuting turned off his phone and stood up: "Let's go. Does he want to come with us?"
Yan Jue put the wine glass back on the table and stood up. He and Wen Xi were very close. The man was tall and slender, a full head taller than Wen Xi, who was 173 cm tall. The shadow cast by the light almost covered Wen Xi.
Wen Xi's gaze suddenly shifted from Yan Jue's face to the small mole on the man's Adam's apple that was rolling up and down.
He asked, "Brother, is this a performance in Zone B? Do you want me to go with you?"
Yan Jue lowered his eyes and looked at him, "Do you want to see it?"
Wen Xi raised her little face, her eyes moved from the sexy little mole that trembled noticeably when her Adam's apple rolled as she spoke to the deep dark eyes of the owner of the little mole, she blinked, and said truthfully: "Actually, I wanted to watch it with my brother."
The decision was concise: "Then let's go together."
Cen Tan couldn't help but glance at them.
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