Chapter 377

The old man raised his eyebrow. "What's the matter with men? As long as you earn money from your own work, it's not necessarily cheaper than that from other jobs. Besides, you don't say you need a job very much. If you only accompany men at night, you can get at least 100000 yuan a month. What's wrong with such a relaxed and fast job?"

Mass Mi bit his lip and angrily stared at the evil old man in front of him, "I will never sell myself to make those disgusting money!"

Disgusting money? Hehe, the manager was joked by the girl. Where can they make any clean money here? Even if they are piano players here, they may not be clean in the end. Once, several little girls playing the piano were liked by the rich people who came here to spend money.

If things go on like this, what the rich are lacking in money is not lacking in money. If you see a girl, they will throw money on her body. At first, the girl still refuses to refuse. But after that, the final result is no exception, they all fall down on the bubble of money.

"Tut tut" the man shook his head, "little girl, you play the piano to please people, and you use your body to accompany men to please people. There is no difference between the two in essence. It only depends on whether you can pass the level at the bottom of your heart. Think about it towards such a high reward. Anything can pass as soon as you bite your teeth!"

The old man tried his best to persuade her. It's rare to see such a good seedling. Now looking at this little girl, I really like it more and more.

This kind of little beauty, who is not very amazing at first sight, but looks more and more pleasing to the eye, is the scarcity of their nightclubs. The green, astringent and ignorant smell of the little girl can't be installed by the women who fall into the dust. Every man can't help but be ready to pick it.

A girl like her is ignorant, like a piece of white paper. She unconsciously attracts men's eyes, arouses men's desire for conquest, and can't help but want to teach her. That kind of blood impulse is the beast desire and conquest desire in men's bones.

Whether based on his years of experience in this industry or from the perspective of a man, it can be very clear that as long as the girl is willing and they contribute more behind the scenes, she will be popular. However, the girl looks stupid and easy to cheat, but her brain is not stupid. At least she has not been fooled by his words.

"Sorry, I can't do it." mass MI can't promise him. Please, she is 18 years old. She's not an eight year old child who doesn't know anything. She has a ruler in her heart and knows how to measure.

It's impossible to be coaxed by him in a few words to do those things that are despised and contrary to morality by the society. Besides, where is it as simple as what he said? Anything can pass as soon as he bites his teeth?

Oh, I'm sorry, she can't pass her heart even if her teeth are broken.

If she is willing to do that kind of work, how can she come in and ask him not to recruit a pianist at the beginning? She doesn't want to do that kind of work. The piano is her best talent. If this can't impress others, she really doesn't know what to do.

Although he is the manager of this high-level nightclub, and they are not a clean place to abide by the law and discipline, it is a society ruled by law after all. In front of him, this girl is still a minor girl specially protected by the law. The little girl is unwilling, and he can't treat the little girl in public in front of everyone.

I can only say with a little disappointment, "you have changed your mind. You can come to me at any time."

What a good seedling, it just flew away from under his nose. What a pity, what a pity!

In the eyes of the old man, the rice mass almost fled. This place gave her a terrible feeling. The manager's eyes when looking at her always gave her a feeling that she was robbed with his eyes. That feeling made her tremble at the bottom of her heart.

When her father was alive, she repeatedly explained that she was firmly not allowed to go to the nightclub. She said that there was miasma and mixed fish and dragons in it. It was not the place for her daughter. She had always been a good girl at home. She was very obedient and sensible from childhood to most. She would naturally remember what her parents didn't let her do and don't touch it.

If she hadn't been forced this time, how could she come to this place to find a job.

At that time, her attitude was very firm. Even if she needed money again, she would never trample on her bottom line and make money by selling her body, but fate always liked to tease people. One day soon, how did she get out of the gate of the nightclub and go in again

"Manager, the last time I came here, you said I could come here as a public relations assistant if I wanted..." the girl buried her head in her chest and tried her best to say this sentence. Her face was completely free of the original bright and desperate expression.

Pale and hesitating.

Because he was so impressed by the girl, when the manager over half a hundred saw the rice mass appear in front of him again, his turbid and yellow eyes lit up in an instant. It seemed that the girl had changed her mind and was finally willing to bow to fate!

However, in order to suppress the girl's temperament, the manager deliberately pretended not to recognize her.

"Little girl, there are many public relations assistants here. I don't know how many of them ask me to come to the door and give me a job every day. Although my temple is not small, it can't accommodate so many people. Besides, I have requirements for recruiting people here. I don't accept any goods."

The manager sat in the ornate office boss's chair, a pair of trousers legs on the office desktop, humming a little song and shaking leisurely, with a confident look.

This duck with a mouth can't fly out of his palm today, ha ha!

"Manager, I, I..." mass Mi held his pants tightly with his hands hanging on his legs. He didn't know what to say for a moment.

The old man smiled contemptuously. Hehe, he's going to be a bitch and wants to set up a chastity archway for himself. "Little girl, raise your face and show me."

The girl clenched her lower lip and raised her head in the man's deep eyes.

A small face whose skin can be broken by blowing bombs has long been crying with pear blossom and rain, and bean sized eyes have slipped from the eyes.

The manager frowned, "it's kind of beautiful, but who do you show your wronged face? I don't know. I thought I forced good people into prostitution. Tut Tut, little girl, but you came to me and asked me to do your work!"

The tone is full of discontent. Men, who is willing to face a crying face all day? They have to do it anyway. Isn't it good to be happy? They have to force good people into prostitution. How miserable, how pitiful, how pitiful?

He is old. What he can't stand most is that women cry and toss all day.

"Manager, I came here secretly without telling my mother. My brother is very ill and is waiting for money in the hospital. If I can't raise money to pay medical expenses, my brother's life will be lost. If there are other ways, I will never come here, sobbing..."

"Hey, to tell you the truth, none of the girls who come to work here have their own difficulties. If they don't have a little pain, they won't come to do this business. But so what? No one in the world has the obligation to help anyone. I think you have read books. Have you heard a word that life is like a strong woman? Since you can't resist, face it bravely."

"Little girl, if you think about how much money you can make every month, you will be full of energy!"

The manager has been numb to hear many similar stories. After nine years here, he doesn't have much compassion. There is no residue left. He is not God or virgin. If the little girl can create benefits for him, he doesn't have the American time to pay attention to it.

Compared with money, everything else is bullshit. In this world, nothing is more important than money. You don't do it for yourself, and no one can help you.

"I sympathize with your experience. Well, an important guest booked a private room tonight. I asked someone to take you to surprise training and work directly at night. It's a super rich customer. How much you can earn depends on your own ability."

The manager smashed his tongue. In the past, when he came to the high-grade goods in the store, he personally "inspected" the goods and verified that they were very good in all aspects before hanging them out to those super dignitaries.

Such a bright flower, he gave it directly to the guests before he could pick it. This is not a lot of selflessness.

Important guests? Tonight? Super rich?

These key words fell into mass's ears and were deeply engraved in her mind.

Since the man is so rich, will he be willing to give some money to solve the urgent needs of her family? He makes so much money. For all reasons, he must spend a lot of money for charity every year. If, if