Chapter 14 Cheap
Cheng Jia came out of the restroom.
At a glance, I noticed someone sitting next to Shi Qingci.
Inside the private room, Boss Zhou was singing love songs with Ai Bao in his arms, while Sweetheart clapped with props next to them, and the three of them were chatting and laughing.
The waiters and bartenders were all busy with their own things.
Meanwhile, on the sofa, Lin Baiyue, dressed in a plain white shirt, was raising a toast to Shi Qingci with her almond-shaped eyes. The two were not sitting close to each other, but the music in the private room was loud, and they leaned in to talk.
Cheng Jia sat on the far side of the sofa, picked up a piece of orange with a fork, and put it in her mouth.
He himself did not want to pay attention to Shi Qingci.
But her gaze kept slipping away from her phone, and Lin Baiyue's laughter grew louder and louder, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably.
The corners of the porcelain lips also have a slight upward curve.
What are they talking about?
Cheng Jia squinted, the feeling of dizziness from being drunk returning.
My WeChat started ringing repeatedly.
[Little White Hair: Brother Jia, I've gotten into trouble! Help me, please help me, I didn't mean to!]
[Little White Hair: I served the wrong drink to the customer, and now they're refusing to pay. What should I do? I can't afford to pay.]
[Little White Hair: Bro, are you in the boss's private room? Can you please not let the boss know? What should I do now? I'm broke; I used my money to top up my girlfriend's meal card.]
[Little White Hair: I'm at the first-floor lounge area, bro!]
"......"
The little white-haired boy's name is Wu Xin.
She's only 20 years old, a junior in college, and works part-time because her family isn't well-off.
The base salary for a new marketing person is only 1,200.
They earn commissions from room bookings and alcohol sales.
Wu Xin had only been working at Jinhe for less than a month and didn't have much savings. It was said that his only family member was his one-armed father, who made a living by collecting cardboard boxes.
Marketing teams are in a competitive relationship with each other.
After Wu Xin arrived, he was assigned to be mentored by Cheng Jia, which meant that Cheng Jia was his master.
The other marketing staff at the event certainly wouldn't care about him.
[Jia Ge: Just wait]
Cheng Jia replied to the WeChat message, glanced at Boss Zhou who was singing, then looked at the two people chatting animatedly over there, and got up to leave the private room.
It's late February now, right after the Lunar New Year.
The fresh, cool breeze in the corridor made Cheng Jia's head spin even more.
However, he was still conscious.
The dance floor on the first floor was bustling with activity at 11:30.
The energetic music and dazzling lights remained as always.
Cheng Jia could see from afar that a crowd had gathered at the lounge area.
The young man with white hair, dressed in a marketing blue vest and suit, was being scolded by a middle-aged man until he shrank back, not daring to utter a single word in reply.
Little White Hair didn't understand that in this situation, he should first take the guest somewhere else.
You must not disrupt the atmosphere for other guests.
Cheng Jia squeezed through the crowd: "Boss, what's going on?"
"Who are you?" The middle-aged man stared at Cheng Jia, sizing her up.
Cheng Jia put on a smile: "I'm the manager here, my name is Cheng Jia. Little brother, you're new here and don't know any better. Please tell me... let's move a little closer to the door, the music is too loud and it's inconvenient to talk."
As if finding its backbone, the little white-haired boy darted behind Cheng Jia.
"Where am I supposed to go!" The middle-aged man forcefully shoved Cheng Jia aside, clearly unwilling to leave. He pointed at the table, "What kind of wine did I order? You little brat, trying to outsmart me? You get over here..."
Cheng Jia glanced at the drinks on the table; there was a bottle of mid-priced dry red wine that cost over 800 yuan.
He turned to the white-haired boy and asked, "What kind of wine did you originally want?"
"That little grape, over six hundred." Little White Hair's eyes were brimming with tears.
The child was terrified.
I ordered the wrong bottle of wine and got scolded for ages.
The price difference is actually only a little over two hundred yuan.
"I'm telling you right now, no one can change my mind today! You took advantage of my drunkenness to switch my drinks, half-deceiving and half-tricking me. Is this some kind of forced sale?" The middle-aged man finished speaking and added, "I'm not buying this today. Go ahead and call the police if you dare!"
Cheng Jia felt a little dizzy, but she was used to handling things this way.
He helped the customer out and said, "Boss, listen to me, everyone comes out to have fun. Here's what we'll do: we'll cover the cost of this wrong bottle of wine. You can settle your other bills, and I'll give you a fruit platter as a gift. Don't be angry, it's not worth it for such a small thing."
"Are you fucking deaf? I said I'm not buying this order today, I'm not buying it!" The middle-aged man, feeling justified, shoved Cheng Jia hard.
Cheng Jia was already dizzy, and the push sent her staggering to the side.
Little White Hair wanted to help his master, but it was too late.
"Bang." It was a dull thud when someone was hit.
Cheng Jia thought she had bumped into a customer behind her, and apologized without turning around: "Sorry—oh?"
"Stand still," Shi Qingci said.
He told the person to stand properly, but his hand was still on Cheng Jia's waist.
Cheng Jia was slightly drunk and his reaction was slow. His shoulder was against Shi Qingci's upper arm. He was 1.83 meters tall, six centimeters shorter than Shi Qingci.
I didn't even feel a hand on my waist.
Cheng Jia looked around nervously: "What are you doing down here? The bodyguards aren't here."
Shi Qingci rode in Zhou Minghe's car tonight.
I was wearing a mask and sunglasses when I came.
No bodyguards were brought.
Let's set aside whether people of that status are in any danger.
If someone were to easily show their face on the dance floor and happen to be photographed, who knows what the financial and entertainment newspapers would write.
"Are you going to hit someone?" Shi Qingci ignored Cheng Jia and frowned at the middle-aged man.
Cheng Jia immediately became anxious: "I can handle it, you go upstairs."
This middle-aged man is foul-mouthed.
He didn't want Shi Qingci to hear profanities.
Not even half a sentence.
"...And what are you doing here?" The middle-aged man stared at the man, but didn't swear.
Even the most clueless person could see that aura.
Shi Qingci exudes nobility from head to toe. She came from a wealthy family and later became accustomed to power. When she has a cold face, she is incredibly intimidating. She has a tall and slender figure and can shine even when she stands on a stage. You can tell at a glance that she comes from a very important background.
Although Cheng Jia told him not to interfere, he couldn't help but ignore it.
Shi Qingci said, "Get out and don't ever come back."
After speaking, he glanced at the security guard.
These security personnel also treat people differently based on their status.
Little White Hair was being scolded for a long time, but no fight broke out and they all pretended not to see it.
At that moment, Shi Qingci gave her a sidelong glance.
Four or five security guards rushed over to do his bidding.
They all grabbed the troublemaking guest and dragged him out!
The middle-aged man struggled for a moment, wanting to open his mouth and curse to save face, but when he looked up, he saw the man in black staring at him with cold eyes, so he shut his mouth in a huff.
They're definitely not someone you can mess with.
It's different from the ones that sell alcohol.
"......"
In the end, Cheng Jia had to offer a fruit platter and say a lot of nice things to resolve the matter.
Mr. Shi stood here and told them to get out, and that was the end of it.
Cheng Jia opened his mouth, then belatedly realized there was still a hand on his waist. He stiffened for a moment, then stepped back from Shi Qingci's embrace: "...Mr. Shi, this is not something you should interfere with."
It's clear that the middle-aged man was about to pay for the porcelain when he made his purchase.
Things shouldn't be handled this way.
“Your approach is too cheap. I’m teaching you how to solve this once and for all,” Shi Qingci said coldly. “That man will never show up again.”
I helped Cheng Jia but didn't even hear a thank you.
Although he came uninvited.
They insisted on helping.
"......"
Cheng Jia was speechless for a long time before replying, "Is it possible that I am cheap as a person?"
We're from completely different worlds.
What's there to teach?
I can't learn it.
“You…” Shi Qingci was speechless.
Cheng Jia forced himself to straighten his back and beckoned to Little White Hair.
"Come with me to the lounge."
"Oh, Brother Jia," the young man with white hair was still in shock. As he passed the distinguished guest, he bowed deeply twice to express his gratitude. "Thank you, President Shi, thank you so much!"
I watched the master and apprentice leave.
A hint of melancholy appeared in Shi Qingci's eyes.
Seeing Cheng Jia leave the private room, he chased after her.
Even though it was a scam, he couldn't help but stand up and protect the scammer. He didn't think he had done anything wrong to Cheng Jia, and although he said he would get revenge, he couldn't bring himself to do it.
But Cheng Jia is like a living organism wrapped in ice.
You must keep your distance from him at all times.
Just because...
Just because he's not a girl?
Perhaps Cheng Jia can't accept men.
Shi Qingci called Zhou Minghe: "I'm done playing, I'm leaving."
"Huh?" Zhou Minghe was still in the private room. "Don't rush, I'll send a car to take you home after we finish our late-night snack. Lin Baiyue, you two were chatting quite well, let's go together."
Shi Qingci casually found a high stool and sat down.
Wait for Zhou Minghe and the others to come down.
Will Cheng Jia be with them?
"......"
"......"
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