Chapter 42 - The first job assignment (1/2)

Translator: Lionwwang  Editor: Lionwwang

When Nanny Fang comes back, her face is clearly refined the makeup. Though the eyes are slightly reddish, the glasses is enough to hide. She stops me from taking off my clothes and gently telling me: “Just wear it.” And she tells the sales lady to cut off the trademarks for me, and then ignores my objection to throws my original dress away.

“Now you are going to go up to meet the guests with me, do you have to carry a bag of old clothes?” I feel her indifference seems to have been deliberately and reluctantly made, as if it has just inadvertently revealed a mood fluctuation, for fear of being seen through, deliberately with double indifferences to cover it up.

I am a little reluctant, but I know that the suit I am wearing is enough to buy dozens of my previous.

Then we go to the 24th floor and walk out of the elevator to see that it is an integrated SPA salon club for recreation and entertainment. It occupies the whole floor.

She is obviously a frequent client here. As soon as we enter, a manager-like person greets her and leads us in respectfully.

All the way through a lounge, inside it is a music café corner, occupying a corner of the building. The closed floor windows completely block today’s wind outside, but there’s plenty of light inside. This place is not too big, with only a dozen tables and sofas. Couple of well-dressed men and women are sitting there. At first glance, most of the people seem to be the rich women. Do not know whether they are really rich women or the canaries kept by the rich men.

“What do you think of this place?” She finds a four person seat near the corner, and then she sits down next to me.

“Rich people’s paradise.” There is no mood in my tone.

“You are right, but not fully.” She whispers, “Strictly speaking, this is a paradise for wealthy women. This is the city’s best SPA and fitness center, although there are leisure and recreational programs for men either, but overall, 90% are female customers. Most of the men who come here are accompanying with their female companions.”

By this time a waiter has come, stops in front of us and says in a respectful voice: “Miss Fang, you come? Would you like to rest for a while first, or?”

“Have a rest first.” Nanny says lightly, “I’m waiting for some guests.”

“OK.” The waiter’s smile is very professional, “So, do you and this gentleman need anything to drink?”

“I’m the always.” She says, and looks at me, “What do you want to drink?”

I touch my nose and thinking of to see the menu. She sees my embarrassment, smiling, “You can drink coffee. The Blue Mountain coffee here is good. It can’t be drunk outside.”

When the waiter leaves, she looks at me and asks: “What’s up? You don’t like coffee?”

I shake my head: “No. But it’s just the Blue Mountain coffee. Any café shop has it. Why did you say I can’t drink it outside?”

She is looking at me and smiling.

To tell the truth, it is the first time she is showing such a smile from the deep side of her heart since I have met her rather than a deliberately reserved smile. The indifference on her face has been swept away. Looking at her smile, as if a thousands years of glacier has been melted under the spring breeze, and the indifference that has been deliberately made has vanished in an instant! The tempting amorous feelings of her eyebrows make me feel like I can’t help adoring.

When she notices that I am looking at her, the smile on her face converges. She sighs and says, “OK, I’ll explain it to you. You will accompany me for many occasions in the future. I need to avoid you to make others laughing.” Then she says, “Do you think Blue Mountain coffee can be drunk everywhere? It seems that you are just like most of the young people.”

Then, with her explanation, I realize that I just really made a joke.

Blue Mountain coffee comes from Blue Mountain in Jamaica, and of course, almost all cafes shops write this name on their menus.

However, few people who like to pay a high price to drink these Blue Mountain coffee in the cafe shop every day know that all they drink are the fakes!

Blue Mountain coffee is famous all over the world, but Blue Mountain in Jamaica is such a place that its output is limited. How many coffee shops are there in all large and medium-sized cities in our country? How many teahouses then? How many people drink the so-called Blue Mountain coffee every day? What a huge amount of consumption it is!