Chapter 747: The Dark and Lonely Boy and His Red and White Rose? (1)
The dark and lonely boy and his red and white roses? (Part 1)
"The total is two hundred and seventeen and twenty-three yuan. WeChat or Alipay? I'll scan it for you."
In a 24-hour convenience store, a young man wearing a mask had his hair covering most of his eyes, and his voice sounded muffled through the mask.
The young female owner of the community frowned slightly, took out her mobile phone, paid the bill, picked up her things and left without looking back. Her hurried steps seemed as if something was chasing her from behind.
Song Ning didn't care about it at all. He just glanced at the time and started calling his colleagues to change shifts.
The colleague who was still playing games wanted him to wait for a while, but Song Ning had already taken off his vest, punched in, and packed his things.
Seeing this, my colleague could only grab his hair and quit the game in dissatisfaction, cursing under his breath.
"Why are you so anxious to get off work and reincarnate every day? Damn, why is a poor part-time worker pretending to be a post-00s generation who is rectifying the workplace?"
Picking up the faded denim backpack, Song Ning put on his black baseball cap and, regardless of the strange looks others gave him, hurriedly ran towards his next part-time job.
Well-known nightclub.
"Are you here? Hurry up and change your clothes. We agreed last time that you should change into this set of clothes."
As soon as he arrived, the manager came over with a set of clothes and stuffed them into his hands.
Song Ning was silent for two seconds. The other party mistakenly thought that he had changed his mind and quickly raised his voice.
"I say, don't come and regret it at the last minute. We agreed that you had to change into this outfit when you came today. This dress is specially made in your size, and no one else can wear it."
"I didn't say I wouldn't wear it." The voice from the mask was muffled. Song Ning took off his hat and his soft hair was shining. He took off the mask, revealing a gloomy but elegant and noble face.
The manager's eyes widened when he saw him. Oh my god, this guy had been refusing to show his face before, so he thought he was some kind of creeper from the gutter.
I didn't expect that there was such a beautiful face under the mask. He must have made a lot of money this time.
Song Ning picked up the deep V uniform that reached her navel but covered the vaguely visible part with a piece of fishing net, and was silent for two seconds, then confirmed.
"Wearing this, two thousand more a day?"
He also didn't want to show his face or sell his body, but recently his idol Linqi had a handshake event with 200 spots available, and one of the requirements was to spend a minimum of 100,000 on Linqi.
Although Song Ning had spent a lot of money before, because he didn't like to communicate with people in the group, he only silently supported about 50,000 or 60,000 yuan, which was indeed a bit far from 100,000 yuan.
The handshake meeting is on Monday, and he now has five days to raise the money. If he adds two thousand a day, he can get 12,500 in five days. Add to that the 40,000 he saved before, and that should be enough.
Moreover, it is enough for the round-trip air tickets and accommodation, and there is still some money left for food.
As Song Ning was calculating the bill, his eyes hidden under his hair lit up slightly. The manager suddenly felt that this guy seemed to have become even better looking, and he was delighted.
The next second, Song Ning raised his head and saw those gloomy and dim eyes again. The manager immediately stopped laughing.
"I said I'd give him two thousand, so I'll give him two thousand," the manager rolled his eyes at Song Ning, not knowing what he was disappointed about. "If you're worried that I won't keep my word, transfer the salary to him now."
As he said this, he actually took out his cell phone and transferred two thousand five to Song Ning. Song Ning clicked the payment button and was very satisfied.
"Then I'll get busy."
"Don't worry, you won't go to the front today, you can go to the VIP box, follow me, I will arrange it for you later."
The manager grabbed the man and said, "You're kidding. If he pays him 2,000 more a day, will that give those people in the outfield a discount?"
Song Ning had no intention of following because the manager was afraid that the people outside would come and take him through the employee passage.
Compared to the noise outside, the staff passage is much quieter.
To get to the VIP box, one had to pass through the kitchen. When they passed through, the manager asked Song Ning to take a rose from the kitchen and pin it on his collar, saying it would look nice.
Song Ning didn't think too much about it, just broke off one and said goodbye.
His movements were extremely natural without any hesitation, which was completely inconsistent with his gloomy appearance.
One girl looked at him and said subconsciously, "Who is he? Some little celebrity?"
Song Ning was surprised, and the next second he lowered his head and hunched his back, a gloomy temperament emerging from him.
The girl shook her head and laughed at herself.
"I'm really hungry, my eyes are blurry like this."
The colleague next to her laughed at her, "You are not hungry, you have been obsessed with idol chasing recently, right? Didn't you spend all your salary in the past few months on a guy called Qilin?"
The girl rolled her eyes at him, "What do you mean by Qilin? Can you call me Linqi? It's not as low a name as yours."
Song Ning slowed down her pace a little. Does she also like Lin Qi?
The colleague in the chef's hat shrugged, "I don't think there is any difference. And I don't understand why you like him. He doesn't look that good, and he doesn't have many works. You've only been together for a few months and you've already spent 100,000 on him. So a handshake event seems to cost that much to attend, right? I feel like he's a pure vampire who only cares about sucking money."
Song Ning paused, and the next second the girl started cursing at him without any hesitation.
"What do you know? My brother works really hard and is talented. He learns everything very quickly. I spend money on him voluntarily, okay? If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense. Only when we, his fans who love him, spend more money, can the company see his value and give him good resources. You know nothing!"
"Besides, the handshake event was clearly a benefit given by my brother because he felt sorry for us spending so much money on him. Why should people who have not made any contribution enjoy the same treatment as us fans who have given so much? This is the right thing for my brother!"
Song Ning frowned slightly.
No, that's not right.
He didn't spend money to help Lin Qi get any resources. He just wanted to give Lin Qi the things he bought, so that Lin Qi could use the things he bought himself, and then he could use the same things. In this way...
Song Ning looked at his hands, his body trembling slightly.
Isn’t this close contact from a distance?
He bought a water cup and a mobile phone for Linqi. Did Linqi use them?
"Song Ning, what are you doing? Follow me. Bag No. 13 said that a little celebrity has come with a few people and they are difficult to greet. You will go over there in a moment and perform well. Do you understand? If you can make them spend money comfortably, the commission of the consumption of that bag tonight will be yours. You should work hard to perform well."
The manager received another request for help. He pushed Song Ning and said, "Okay, go by yourself. You know the way, right? I'm going to be busy now. Remember to behave well!"
Song Ning came back to his senses in a daze, "Yeah, I understand."
Bag number three, little star?
It doesn't matter. He will perform well no matter who the star is. If he gets the commission from the box, he will have to let that guy open a few bottles of wine tonight.
Song Ning pulled her hair back slightly, passed the box marked 13 and walked straight towards box 3.