The woman who looked somewhat like Shi Miao was in her early twenties. The sadness and timidity between her eyebrows made her look even more pitiful.
This was obviously not the first time she had been asked such a question. She nodded slightly and said, "Many people around me have said the same thing. But I'm just an ordinary person. How can I be compared with Shi Miao?"
Shi Miao looked at her face. This girl's parents died young, and she has a younger sister. She must be working here to earn a living. But...
Shi Miao actually didn’t quite understand why she chose a place like KTV.
She couldn't help but say, "If I were you, running an online media account might make more money than working here."
Zhang Wenjun, who bears a passing resemblance to Shi Miao, said, "There are so many bloggers nowadays that it's hard to stand out."
The KTV job was recommended by a classmate, and the pay was higher than what she could earn as a tutor. During her time working there, she encountered numerous offers of support due to her good looks, but Zhang Wenjun rejected them all.
Xiao Su actively gave her advice, "I think you can definitely cosplay Shi Miao. You look like her anyway. With some makeup and a good cosplay, you'll easily become popular. It'll be much more than what you earn working here."
Another colleague, Xiao Zhang, frowned, "But if that's the case, wouldn't that count as riding on Shi Miao's popularity? That's not a good idea, right?"
Shi Miao said: "As long as it's not a borderline video, Shi Miao won't care."
Well, it doesn’t matter to her personally. If she is just cosplaying, then it’s fine.
Xiao Zhang retorted: "You are not Shi Miao, how do you know she doesn't care?"
Shi Miao: “…”
She is indeed Shi Miao herself.
Zhang Wenjun showed a thoughtful expression. "Thank you. I have to get back to work."
She stood up and left the room. Shi Miao followed her and said to Zhang Wenjun after they left the room, "You'd better leave work half an hour early today, otherwise you might encounter something you don't want to encounter."
"Also, as for riding on the popularity, you can also try sending a private message to Shi Miao. Maybe she'd agree."
Zhang Wenjun's eyes widened slightly. Unlike Shi Miao, her eyes always seemed to be covered with a layer of hazy mist.
"Wait..." When Zhang Wenjun wanted to call her, Shi Miao had already returned to her box.
Zhang Wenjun didn't return to the box, but the girl's words kept replaying in his mind. Her calm eyes kept appearing over and over again, giving him a certainty that made him want to believe her.
The girl had an ordinary appearance, but her temperament was excellent. Her eyes, in particular, seemed to speak and gave her a familiar feeling.
Was she just playing a prank?
If she leaves work early, she won't get her bonus this month, which is several hundred yuan, which will give her sister more living expenses.
Her mind clearly told her that she shouldn't believe it, but deep down she couldn't help but want to believe her.
Zhang Wenjun pursed her lips and looked at her phone.
She usually works until half past ten.
At ten o'clock, Zhang Wenjun said to the foreman, "Sister Zhou, my sister is sick. She's vomiting and having diarrhea. I have to take her to the hospital right away."
Sister Zhou said, "There's only half an hour left before you get off work. Do you want to wait a little longer?"
Zhang Wenjun shook her head. "She's in a very bad condition right now. I'm really worried. If the bonus is gone, then it's gone."
Her attitude was so firm that Sister Zhou had no choice but to give in, "Okay, then you go back quickly." She also knew that Zhang Wenjun and her sister depended on each other and had a very good relationship. She felt sorry for her tragic life experience and often protected her during work.
Zhang Wenjun said gratefully, "Thank you, Sister Zhou."
After getting Sister Zhou's permission, she quickly changed her clothes and went home.
There's a subway line right outside Zhang Wenjun's workplace, so she quickly boarded it and headed home. She's a junior in college and, because she needs to work, she applied to live with her family. Her family's house, a small, 40-square-meter apartment, was left to her and her sister by their parents.
Zhang Wenjun had heard since high school that her neighborhood was slated for demolition, but it hadn't happened yet. If it did happen, it would actually be a good thing for her and her sister, lightening the burden on both of them.
It was 10:25 when Zhang Wenjun got off the subway.
At this time, a group of rich second-generations dressed in branded clothes came to the KTV where she worked.
They were led by the waiter to the large treasure chest that had been ordered.
One of them said to the head waiter, "I heard that you have a very beautiful waitress here. Ask her to come over."
When the head waitress, Sister Zhou, heard this, she felt something was wrong. She tried to put on a nonchalant smile and said, "All our waiters here are good-looking."
On their side, they definitely couldn't openly engage in adultery. But if the employees themselves wanted to, she would just turn a blind eye. Having worked here for several years, she had seen many initially determined girls fall under the pressure of money and sell their bodies.
The second-generation rich man said, "I heard that she looks a lot like Shi Miao. Since I can't see Shi Miao herself, I have to see her substitute."
Sister Zhou understood. These people were coming for Zhang Wenjun. A faint sense of relief flashed through her heart. Fortunately, Wenjun left half an hour early! These guys didn't look so easy to deal with.
She forced herself to look annoyed. "I'm sorry, that employee is off duty."
The rich second-generation man named Geng Shaohui's face immediately fell. "Is she really off work, or is she unwilling to serve us? I heard that girl is quite noble."
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