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Of course I couldn't, but the heads of the five schools were either direct or implied, indicating that they were powerless to help. I had no choice but to go home. Remembering that he had to train tonight, he made dinner early, ate with the little beauty, and then slowly ran to Su Hua's bar. I had already decided that I would do this in the future. Running to and from work was a good way to save money and exercise, but killing two birds with one stone.
When I got to the bar, it was getting dark and there weren't many customers in the place yet. I walked back unhurriedly, only to meet the beautiful director surnamed Ai and a few other beautiful supervisors coming out, talking and laughing along the way. I nodded slightly at them, smiled, and walked straight back. When Chief Ai Mei saw me, her eyes clearly lit up. She immediately said, "Zhang Yun, you should go to work today. There's no need to train anymore."
I was stunned. Miss Ai said, "Your performance is very good in all aspects. I've already consulted Director Luo. You can go to work today."
Director Luo? Who is it? I paused for a moment as my heart skipped a beat. Could it be that beautiful Vice President? Her last name was Luo? I couldn't help but connect her with Ronnie and the Director again, but eventually I shook my head. Because I found that the problem seemed to have nothing to do with me and I didn't need to think about it. Right now, what I needed to think about was how I was going to do the job and then think about how to get the little girl to go to school.
I nodded to show that I knew and went straight to the back hall to change. The instant I left the group of beautiful directors, I could clearly hear the other beautiful directors asking the beautiful supervisor surnamed Ai about "What is this handsome guy's surname", "When did this handsome guy come?" and other random questions. I knew, of course, that what they meant by "this handsome guy" was me, but I couldn't be bothered to answer and went straight to the back of the hall. A male supervisor standing in the back hall obviously didn't recognize me. Just as I was about to ask why I came in, another female supervisor beside me asked me if I was called Zhang Yun. I nodded. She took the initiative to introduce herself as Li, the head waiter of the front hall tonight, and I was assigned to her group. I slightly bowed to her and said, "Zhang Yun came to report." This foreman Li took me to the warehouse and told me to pay 600 yuan deposit and collect my uniform. Luckily, I got the instructions from the manager yesterday, I know I have to pay 600 yuan as deposit, so I took it with me today. After handing it over, I put the deposit slip away, took out the waiter's uniform, and changed my clothes in the men's locker room. When I came out, I could feel the eyes of everyone in the backstage, including the waiters and waitresses and a few of the foremen. That was natural. Because I'm pretty confident about my appearance. At this moment, I gave a slight nod to everyone. Under the lead of Supervisor Li, I headed straight for the stage.
Being a bartender is obviously not an easy job. I kept adding alcohol and other beverages, and reclaiming the bottles and other bottles that had been drunk. I drank . However, the long years of work in the mountains to cultivate a good body, but do not let me feel tired. On the contrary, I was glad that I had found another job. I tried to do the job well.
I don't know why, but a lot of people asked me to serve "them". Yes, it was them. Because, of course, the people who called me to the service were all women. There were girls of all ages, both sixteen or seventeen years old, and middle-aged women in their forties or fifties. Of course, this age is purely my guess.
I didn't think too much about it, but I did my essential work with all my might. When I finally had some time to rest, the foreman with the surname Ouyang smiled warmly at me and said, "Little Zhang isn't bad. He's really a fan of women!" Seeing that I was a little stunned, she laughed and said, "Young gigolo, that's great!" This time, I really understood. I was a little angry, because I was definitely not a pretty boy. Although my appearance is beautiful, my skin is not too white, on the contrary, because of years of work outside, my skin is more a light bronze.
At this moment, just as I was about to reply, Manager Ouyang went to greet his guest, who was also calling my number plate: Attendant No. 56. I finally stopped talking and hurried over. Yet another charming middle-aged beauty is asking me to pour some wine.
After pouring the wine for the middle-aged beauty, I offered her a drink with a smile, then turned to another table to say hello. At this point, I finally understood why I wanted to sing during the interview. This was because this bar also had art shows. Actually, there were only three kinds of literature and art programs. One was to sing, men and women would sing, sing their favorite songs to themselves or to their friends; the second was to dance, which consisted mainly of young girls dancing solo; the occasional young boy dancing alone; the young men and women dancing a duet or a many-person dance; and the third was to mix wine in a fancy style, mainly by professionals. Mix the wine in one or more of the bottles, toss it in the air, do all sorts of garish things, then pour it into the glasses you've prepared and mix them with a variety of colors.
People came here to vent their emotions, to make friends, to make friends. As for the World Cup, it was a great place for everyone to be together. And the first three types of literary shows were for everyone's entertainment. It was a kind of background.
Apparently, singing is a major program in this bar. A lot of men and women sang it, and it was pretty good. I saw with my own eyes that two of the male waiters, at the behest of their clients, sang on the stage, not bad; and a few drunken young women, too, sang well. At other times, the professional singers invited by the bar were singing there. Most of them were chosen by someone to sing to someone, that was all.
I still do my job. However, the woman who asked me to pour wine seemed unwilling to let me go. She asked me to go over and pour wine for her again, and told me her surname was Liu and that I should call her Sister Liu. Afterwards, she asked me if I had time to take her home tonight. I looked at her closely. She was obviously not drunk, so I politely declined. Apparently, she still understood me, and when she saw me refuse, she just smiled without saying a word. It wasn't until I couldn't stand it anymore that she suddenly asked me to sing a song. It was "The Tibetan Plateau" and she asked me to present it to her. Her full name was Liu Liangyu.