In just two days, she had adapted to this new job and gradually became like a fish in the "convention".

But she has always deliberately kept an unusually low-key and rarely went to the VIP private room upstairs, although she could only sell more expensive wines and get more commissions there.

She was afraid that she would run into an acquaintance. After all, many things were difficult to explain clearly, and they were related to their lives.

Perhaps because it was a weekend, there were many guests in tonight's "Clothes" and the first floor was almost full. Most of the tables were Heineken, Budweiser, and Carlsberg, and sometimes mixed with a few bottles of medium and low-priced red wine. For men and women who come here to find sensory stimulation, whether the alcohol in the stomach is good or bad is not that important, as long as it can bring wonderful floating and ecstasy.

Her body was still in a sexy black uniform, her towering chest or perky buttocks were outlined in an exaggerated manner, but her lower abdomen and waist were exposed, making people feel cold all over.

Compared to last night, her performance today is not good.

However, both their figure and appearance are obviously not as good as their "Chicass" and "Royal Salutes". They have been active in their hearts since last night. Although they have to accompany the guests to drink a few more drinks, their performance is really like sitting on a salute.

Going to the second floor means that you will inevitably be taken advantage of. The drunk men have bad breath, body odor, and the smell of wine are mixed. The furry big hands always sneak attack from time to time. In order to sell a five-digit bottle of foreign wine, the wine promotions can only be fooled and smiled so hard that their faces were stiff and their reactions were numb.

As night came, groups of guests walked upstairs to the private room they booked upstairs.

Among these guests, there are men and women. The men are all dressed in gorgeous clothes and are generous. They know that they are not rich and noble at first glance. The women are soft and tangled with the men's arms like vines. At first glance, they all have outstanding figures and a clever smile.

He sighed, "A gentleman should not fight with his fate."

She looked down at herself, and most of her perky breasts were faintly emitting spring. Her low-waisted black miniskirt made her thighs even whiter. Her toes with nail polish on the same color twisted twice in her high heels.

If you don’t have the guest room above the second floor, if you don’t have the approval of the guests or the recommendation of the manager, no one can go in casually. Alcohol, drugs, ** transactions, and breaking through any of them will cause trouble for yourself. Everyone knows this very well and will never offend the powerful for money.

She decided to go to the manager to get into a trap.

Just as he was thinking about it, Cao Cao was coming, the manager rushed over, holding the walkie-talkie in his hand, and when he saw her, he pointed his hand and shouted: "Bailingtan, call Jiahao and Martell, follow me upstairs! Hurry, be more obedient and smart, and make sure you are the number one person tonight."

Women in bars often don’t have names and can’t remember them, but the wine licenses they are responsible for are more catchy.

He ate five fingers, and her originally dim eyes immediately lit up. She immediately went to find the two brands of drinks promotions. The three of them followed the manager upstairs quickly.

After many twists and turns, four people took the elevator to the eighth floor.

She was a little nervous, her heart was beating, and her palms hanging beside her were sweating. She had long heard that the private room on the eighth floor was not something that ordinary guests could go to, which meant power and wealth.

Jiahao and Martell were not much better. While they were silent, they couldn't help looking around. They were obviously chattering, but they all closed their mouths at this moment.

When he left the elevator, the manager walked softly and whispered: "Take your brain and follow me into the private room. In the past, those little clever things were all saved. The ones inside were the master, the living ancestors, and told you to learn to bark and not to learn to donkeys!"

The three of them were timid, each with their own little ones. What Yingning thought was that as long as she had money to make money and was not in danger of life, she would drink it.

That's what she thought and did.

After drinking 9 cups, she finally sold 10 bottles of Bailing Tank 30-year-old wine in that private room. One of the bosses laughed and said that they could not drink it and would buy her wine next time they came.

Of course, she was touched with her thighs and butt. She laughed foolishly and pretended to be unresponsive. After a few seconds, she moved quietly to the other side of the sofa, and avoided the hand under the banner of pouring wine for the bosses.

After the men drank, they began to talk about the serious matters, and the women walked out one by one.

The moment she went out, she began to "float". The manager helped her. She really didn't expect that the little girl was so capable of going upstairs for the first time. She couldn't help but worry: "Is it okay? Can you call a car back for you?"

She waved her hand and said no, and wiped her hot cheeks. The lipstick on her lips had already taken off most of them, and murmured, "No, I'll go to the bathroom."

After saying that, Yingning broke away and staggered towards the end of the corridor.

The manager shook his head and turned around and turned back. The guests in this private room were the boss's wife's friend. They must take good care of them and do not neglect them at all. It happened that Tong Tiange was sitting downstairs, and he could not offend either side, which made him feel overwhelmed, for fear that one of them would not take good care of him and cause trouble.

She had never been to the eighth floor and was a little confused. It was extremely luxurious and quiet. There was no etiquette lady in a bar, or a private room princess and young master. The thick carpet under her feet absorbed most of the sound.

There were large golden mirrors embedded on both sides of the corridor. Yingning patted her hot cheeks and looked at the reflective mirror. Her eyes were as bright as stars, and like crystal diamonds wrapped in water. She licked her lips, identified the directions in front and back, and walked towards the other side with a floating step.

I haven't drunk alcohol for a long time, and it turns out that the original owner of this new body didn't have a good alcohol tolerance. She smiled bitterly, stood still, and gasped slightly, feeling a raging fire in her throat and stomach.

Just as I was thinking, the door of the private room beside me was suddenly opened from the inside.

She was startled and squinted to look at it. She turned out to be next to a door. Looking inside through the door, the decoration inside was unusual, but like a suite for rest.

There are three gold-plated numbers on the door, 808 - it's such a good fortune, and you will definitely make a fortune in a good way.

A man walked out of the door, his steps were also unstable, and his whole body was filled with alcohol.

"Why did you come? I've been waiting for you, you have been...

He burped, probably because he drank a lot, and mistakenly regarded the woman in front of him as another person.

She raised her head in surprise, met those familiar eyes, and couldn't help blurting out: "Luan Chi?!"

She knew he had returned, but she had no way to find him.

She can't even get everything she owns! Unless she wants to become a madman, paranoid, and mentally ill person in the mouths of the crowd!

The drunken man heard the woman in front of him calling his name, and he was even more sure. He reached out and pressed her shoulder, dragged her into his arms and into the room.

"Bang!"

The door was closed heavily, as if it separated two completely different worlds.
Chapter completed!