Chapter 1

"One, two, three“

The private room is dark, with men and women sitting together. The light reflects the colorful wine bottles on the marble table. The laughter is mixed with the sound of counting. Min Jiangxi ignores the people's playful or meaningful eyes, and just mechanically repeats one action, raises his head and cheers.

"Eleven... Twelve!"

Finally hearing this number, min Jiangxi stops and drinks 12 cups in a row. The heat wave in her body rushes to her face. She forces her face to be calm and doesn't move. Yu Guang glimpses the figure hiding in the dark on the opposite side. From her point of view, she can only see a pair of men's suit pants legs, without any wrinkles, and the ironing seems inhuman.

For a long time, the man's low and lazy voice came from his face, with two short words, "sit down."

Min Jiangxi said to himself and sat down around the wine table. He was one and a half people away from the man. The man had very short hair, high nose and deep eyebrows. But min Jiangxi didn't dare to look at him - Qin Zhan, the most notorious man in Shencheng.

Qin Zhan didn't look at her. He casually took out his cell phone and said, "how do you charge?"

This is the first sentence he asked her after she sat down. Min Jiangxi immediately said, "there is no charge during the probation period."

Qin Zhan's face was dimly illuminated by the weak light of the mobile phone screen. He looked at the light complexion, and his voice was deep and sweet. "How do you try? Will you come to my house or shall I come to yours? "

Men's magnetic voice makes people think, especially the bursts of low laughter coming from not far away, which seems to be more realistic. It's not min Jiangxi who thinks too much.

She only pause for two seconds, then voice as usual back: "customer first, to see your needs."

However, Qin Zhan's words changed, "smoke."

The private room is filled with laughter and smoke. The female publicist will light a cigarette by herself, and then send the cigarette with lipprint to the gold owner's mouth.

Min Jiangxi looks down slightly, picks up the cigarette box beside the table, knocks out a cigarette, hands it to Qin Zhan's lips, and then helps him light a fire. When the fire lights up, she sees that the man's lips are not thin, and the shape of the lips is also very beautiful, but somehow it reminds her of the word mean.

His slender fingers took the smoke from his lips. With the white smoke, Qin Zhan's voice was still lazy. "What's the price after sleep?"

Min Jiangxi said: "according to the company's unified regulations, my level charges 80 per minute, 100 minutes at a time, 8000." Finally, he added, "before tax."

Qin Zhan suddenly slightly tilted his head and aimed at her. She is wearing a white student skirt, the upper body is not exposed, or even conservative, but the skirt is slim, outlines a woman's arc and slender waist line, she is tall, clean body 1.73 meters, so the skirt which is not long in her body is more stretched, at a glance, it is full of legs.

Before and after only three seconds, Qin Zhan took back his sight and said, "I'll give you a zero."

His tone was casual, as if it wasn't money. Min Jiangxi said, "I'm afraid I can't do your job at this price“

Qin Zhan, leaning on the sofa, said, "you make a price."

"I'm here for an interview with a tutor, not a young lady," Min said

The private room was originally full of singing and swallowing, but when they heard the words, they were silent, and everyone looked sideways.

Qin Zhan looked at her blatantly, then sneered, "is there any difference?"

Min Jiangxi is not impatient, his eyes are calm, "I didn't expect that Mr. Qin only respects Luoshan and disrespects others. I do as the Romans do, but I can't be really vulgar. Don't use this dress to make a price for me. Similarly, you can chase me, but you can't wrap me."

With these words, the atmosphere of the whole private room is even more like that of the ice cellar. Min Jiangxi stands upright in the same place, looking at his face unchanged. In fact, his heart is full of mixed flavors. When she came to Shencheng for a month, her boss made trouble. Qin Zhan was the ninth client she met. The first eight of her clients had worn away all her pride and principles. In reality, the only way to meet Qin Zhan was to change into the same uniform as the nightclub PR woman and serve him with wine and cigarettes.

She thinks that her work depends on strength. In fact, what others want is "talent". The harder she performs, the more ironic the result is.

In the private room, the atmosphere was stalemate. When the door opened, a middle-aged man with a short head and a fat figure came in with a wine glass, looked for a circle, and went straight to Qin Zhan, "Er Shao, I heard that you are here. I'll come here to toast you."

The man's face is full of flattery. He glances at Min Jiangxi's face and says in a surprised voice: "Miss min?"

Min Jiangxi didn't look at Huang Li when she went out. The man in front of her was Sun Zhiwei. One of the eight clients who returned her order this month, she didn't look at him. Instead, she said to Qin Zhan, "Mr. Qin, can I go now?"

Qin Zhan didn't respond. Sun Zhiwei caught a glimpse of Min Jiangxi's clothes and said to himself, "teacher min, where are you in a hurry? It's a coincidence that you just sit down and have a chat."

Min Jiangxi ignored sun Zhiwei and went straight ahead. Sun Zhiwei guessed that Qin Zhan didn't want her to go, so he stopped her and said: "Miss min, you can not give me face, but you have to give me face. What's more... After changing your clothes, what's wrong with being a student after teaching so many students?"