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With that, Qian Qian turned and left: "Let's go sisters, don't talk to this despicable bastard, we don't want him to blame his poverty on us."

She led the girls into the room, and I stopped where I was, thinking again of Red Bean's features, her face, her every movement. She was not like these young ladies; she would not have had to deal with those guests.

Actually, I also know that these young misses are right. My one month salary is indeed not enough for her to earn from sitting in the same station.

But I still believe that Red Bean is Lin Xiao Rou, one day I will take her away, away from this place filled with miasma.

I will never allow anyone to defile her.

At midnight, a guest finally arrived at the box I was in charge of.

These five to six guests looked to be in their twenties, not like some rich second generation, but more like those roadside hooligans.

They were dressed in all sorts of colors, some of them had dyed their hair, and there were even messy tattoos on their bodies.

Guests who frequent the area usually order drinks before entering the room. These people directly entered the room without ordering anything, so I could only bring the wine list with me.

Good evening, sir. You have chosen a small private room with a minimum consumption of 998. Here's the wine list. I set the wine list on the marble table and waited for them to order.

As soon as I said this, four or five of them surrounded me.

Someone pushed my head. I was caught off guard and almost hit the marble table. The fire in my heart flared up and I turned to look at him.

This person was dressed very shabbily, with earring on his ears and a head of grey hair.

"Fuck you, you're pretty arrogant, huh?" He grabbed me by the hair and stared at me with a cold smile.

When I was grabbed by the neck, the people beside him immediately shouted, "I heard that your service here is pretty good. We don't want to drink, but you dare to chase us out?"

Customers who come here to buy food usually won't make things difficult for us waiters. They would rather grab a few pieces of the Miss's chest when they have the time. The last time I was beaten up in the private box was because that bitch Qian Qian purposely messed with me.

Besides, I really can't fight back. The waiter can't fight back with the customers, or else he will be expelled.

Thinking of this, I suppressed the anger in my heart and forced myself to calm down. "Sir, please let go. The minimum consumption here is 998. Please order some wine first."

"Bro, look at how you scared him. Leave him and slowly toy with him to death." Another man said, his tone tinged with extreme sarcasm.

The grey hair loosened my hand and pushed at me before smiling, "You want some wine, right?"

He casually sat down on the sofa, crossed his legs and placed them on the marble table. "Ok, order some wine. Give me a bottle of beer."

After being pushed back, I staggered and stood firmly on my feet. I took out my note and said, "One bottle of wine, 28 yuan. Sir, you still need 970 yuan."

During this process, I took a deep look at the grey hair sitting on the sofa. Amongst these people, he was obviously the head of the gang.

"Are you fucking deaf? I told you to give me a bottle of beer, what was the lowest consumption rate? " The kid next to the gray stared at me.