C38 (2/2)

I left the room under Tian's threat.

As soon as I got downstairs, I received Tian Zhiming's card number. On the way to the Chen-Xing Bar, I transferred 50,000 yuan to Tian Zhiming.

Although the sky wasn't completely dark, the bar didn't have any windows. The lighting was very dim due to the lights inside.

When I arrived, the bar was still preparing for business and the countdown was still in progress. Relying on Jiang Yiman's business card, I found Metz without a hitch.

Metz had a head full of curly hair and wore very conservative clothes. Judging by his age, he should be at least 50.

Metz looked me up and down and told me that Jiang had called her and asked me to work for her.

I was told by Metz that she had to make arrangements for the reception of the guests here, and that it was forbidden without her permission, because the ladies were separate and led by different Mummy.

Meanwhile, Mazzi was here to specially bring along the young miss. Since she was the young miss, she had to strictly follow the rules and not take any business from other young misses. If she found out, she would resolutely kick him out, not giving him a single chance.

I listened as Metz explained the rules and regulations, and then told me that in order to work here, whether or not we got a business that night, we had to pay the entrance fee to the bar of two hundred dollars, and that if we had more than two hundred dollars, Metz would start dividing the money with us, three of us, seven of us.

It didn't sound unacceptable, but Maz went on to say that if the income for the day exceeded five hundred, the bar would also be split with us, with thirty percent, meaning that if I earned a thousand that day and paid two hundred entrance fees, Maz would have to take two hundred and four, and the bar a hundred and fifty, and I'd get four hundred and one, and not even half.

But that makes sense in the industry, Mr. Metz said.

So I asked Metz, how much would the guests usually tip?

Metz said it was usually a hundred or two hundred, but if we could get the guests to drink a little more, we could earn a little more. The profits from the liquor were quite large and the commission was pretty good, so we could put in a lot of effort on this.

After Metz had finished talking to me, he asked me how much I drank.

I thought about the last time I'd been drunk and told Metzger it wasn't so good.

Mazzi said that alcohol tolerance was something that couldn't be avoided. One could only drink more and practice more. If one wanted to take a shortcut, they would have to be born with a good alcohol tolerance.

I nodded at her and told her I would.

The bar was open for business now, and Metz pointed to the bar chair and told me to wait over there for the guests, or try to hook them up myself.

After Metz and I finished talking, we went back to our own business.

I walked up to the bar, not knowing where to start and waited for the so-called customer.

While I was waiting, I saw a colleague sitting at the bar. He asked the bartender for a glass of wine and placed it next to his mouth, pretending to sip.

Of course, there were also some ladies who chose to welcome those who were well-dressed. ”Handsome, would you be willing to buy me a drink?”

Even an expert like them would find it difficult to catch the right prey and successfully recruit guests.

However, as long as he sold it more, it would definitely increase his chances of getting hooked up. When a handsome guy sat down next to an older sister, the older sister began flirting with him and even asked the bartender for wine. After drinking enough, she pulled that man onto the dance floor and started dancing to the music.

I blew a breath of air to boost my courage. Finally, I stood up from the chair that I had been sitting on for a long time, and for the first time, I chose a face that I didn't find annoying. With a smile, I said, ”Handsome, are you willing to buy me a drink?”