radicalducati Chapter 91 I want to work in the red-light district
Chapter 91 I want to work in the red-light district
Chapter 91 I want to work in the red-light district
The next day, after Xi'er got up and washed, she went to the clothesline to collect the clothes, only to find that the clothes she had washed and hung on the clothesline the night before had disappeared.
"Mom, did you see the clothes I washed last night?"
She searched the yard but couldn't find it, so she went back into the house to ask her mother. But once she entered the house, there was no need to ask anymore. She saw her younger brother at the dining table wearing the clothes he had washed the night before.
In summer, the wind dries clothes overnight.
"Your brother wanted those clothes, so I gave them to him."
The woman replied with a hint of helplessness. Her son, who usually slept in late, had gotten up early today, afraid that if he was late, his clothes would be taken away by his sister.
After getting up, he kept nagging her to bring in the laundry, and even though the clothes on the clothesline were still a little damp, he just put them on.
"But those are the guests' clothes."
Hill said somewhat awkwardly.
"No, this is mine."
The boy, standing next to his mother, asserts his ownership of the clothes he is wearing.
"That's not yours, don't get it dirty, take it off now."
Hill wanted her younger brother to take off his clothes, but the boy refused to hide behind his mother.
"It's just a piece of clothing, don't make things difficult for your brother."
After the two circled around a few times, the woman spoke.
"But I brought the clothes back without being able to take them home. How am I supposed to explain this to the customer?"
Hill asked her mother, who also didn't want to make things difficult for her brother.
"You've been out working for a while now, and I've never seen you buy your brother any decent gifts. How about this, consider this secondhand piece of clothing that someone else has worn as a gift for your brother."
As for the customer, just tell them later that they accidentally lost the garment, and then they can pay you some money to compensate them.
Hill was about to say something when her mother shoved her out the door.
I didn't make you breakfast this morning, so go eat at the cafeteria near the restaurant where you work. Your younger brother is still small, so as his older sister, you should be more considerate of him.
The woman said a few more words, then closed the courtyard gate without giving her any further comment.
"Bang!"
Looking at the closed gate in front of him, Hill was filled with distress.
Left with no other choice, she could only go to Guihua Fang first.
"What? Your brother took over the clothes you brought back to wash?"
Hua Ling, who was drinking porridge and eating steamed buns in the shop, was stunned after hearing about the accident that happened to her friend.
"Didn't you tell your family that those weren't your clothes, but rather clothes belonging to a customer in the store?"
"I told him, but it was no use. My brother doesn't listen to me at all."
"Don't your parents care?"
"My father doesn't concern himself with this, and as for my mother..."
Hill shook her head and repeated her mother's attitude and words at home to her friend before continuing, "Actually, I had given my brother a gift before, but he thought it showed his silly older sister's silliness, so he threw it away."
"Your mother is really biased."
"It's also my fault for being too stupid, that's why I'm not liked."
"What are you planning to do?"
"The only thing we can do is apologize and offer compensation."
"The quality of those clothes is very good, they don't look cheap. But the little customer yesterday seemed to like you a lot, so he probably won't make things too difficult for you."
Hua Ling said something, but seeing that her friend still looked worried, she couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"
"I don't know if I have enough money to cover the losses."
Hill was telling the truth.
"I don't recall you having many expenses, right?"
Hua Ling found it strange.
"Aside from buying books, there really isn't much else to spend money on, but I keep making mistakes and getting my salary deducted. Three-quarters of my monthly salary goes to my family, and now I only have less than four hundred dollars left in my wallet."
"Ah, this..."
The monthly salary for a waitress at Guihuafang is six thousand yuan. My friend has been working there for almost two months. Although he has been fined a lot of money for making a mistake, he can't even come up with four hundred yuan, which is really a bit miserable.
"Lingling, what do you think about me taking another job at the red-light district tonight? I heard that you can earn a lot of money there just by touching customers' hands."
Miss Hill consulted her best friend.
"No way, that red-light district is a quagmire for women, it's not a place for us."
Hua Ling was shocked and quickly stopped her friend from her dangerous idea of working in the red-light district.
"Hey, if you really don't have enough money to pay it back, I can lend you some."
She sighed and took out her small purse.
"May I?"
Hill stared at him, his eyes wide.
"Of course, what can we do? We're friends."
Hua Ling smiled.
. . . .
"This street is said to have been given to us by the conquered indigenous tribes within the empire after the First Emperor established the empire. It represents the descendants of the indigenous people who submitted to the First Emperor's power and settled here generation after generation, which is how this street came to be..."
At noon, Leone recounted the street's origins, the truth of which was uncertain, and then arrived at the entrance of Osmanthus Lane with Broly and the others.
Before dawn, she went to the hotel entrance to wait for guests who had specifically asked her to be their tour guide, and then led a group of children around the sights of the capital city for the entire morning.
"Well then, guests, it's time for your lunch. I won't disturb you any longer. If you want to continue exploring the capital after you finish lunch, then we can continue."
Leone was sweating, but a smile was on her face. She had earned a lot of tips for leading the way last night, and today she had worked so hard as a tour guide, so these generous guests should give her even more tips.
With this expectation, she squatted in the shade by the roadside, took out the steamed buns she had brought that morning from her bosom, and prepared to eat the leftover roasted chicken from last night wrapped in butter paper for today's lunch.
"This won't fill you up, come inside and eat with us."
But before we could even start eating, the generous boy from yesterday stopped us and invited us to dine at Osmanthus Garden.
"It's on us, so you don't need to worry about the money. Just order and eat."
"That's not right. I'm a tour guide, and I'm sitting at the table with the guests."
"It's not a bad thing, it's just one more person to eat."
Pulled along by Broly, the tomboyish Leone reluctantly entered the Osmanthus Garden.
It was her first time visiting such a grand hotel, and she became somewhat reserved once inside.
Leone, who hasn't yet managed to snag a belt-type Teigu at a bargain price on the black market, lives a rather cautious life as an orphan from the slums.
"Boss, we're here to patronize your business again. Do you still stand by the 10% discount you promised yesterday?"
"Of course, what would you like to order, little guests?"
"Bring me a menu first, and make two extra portions of our signature dishes."
"Alright, there are private rooms upstairs, please take a seat!"
(End of this chapter)