funbook-pk Chapter 239 Training and Playing
Chapter 239 Training and Playing
Xia Mi crossed her legs and sipped the champagne in the glass.
He watched expressionlessly as Chu Zihang drew his knife and demonstrated how to make sashimi in the private room with just the right lighting.
"Stop." Xia Mi suddenly spoke.
Chu Zihang paused as he was about to strike with the knife and looked at Xia Mi in confusion.
"Cut it with your bare chest." Xia Mi said.
Chu Zihang was stunned and remained unmoved.
Xia Mi frowned, "It seems that you are not only dumb, but also deaf."
"The sashimi I cut is very expensive. If you eat shirtless, there is another price. There are not many customers who speak English here. You should be here for tourism. There is no need to waste money like this." Chu Zihang said calmly: "I just don't like to talk much, and I'm not deaf."
Xia Mi's hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly.
What Han Qiu said was right. These guys are born to be gigolos.
It's only been a few days and he still knows how to speak like this.
Retreat to advance, and reject to request.
On the surface, it helps customers save money, but in fact it helps customers capture their hearts.
Superb rhetoric and miraculous psychological offense and defense.
The so-called low-level card application: Brother, apply for a card! I will help you apply for a 20% discount.
The legendary top card: Brother, it's not easy for you to earn money, don't waste it, don't come next time, save money. If you really want to come, order the lowest package, I will accompany you.
"Do you think I'm short of money?" Xia Mi frowned slightly, "I'll calculate the amount as normal."
Chu Zihang showed the speed of a man of action and tied his shirt around his waist.
He made some fancy cuts with his knife and cut out a plate of thin fish slices.
It won’t be more delicious, but it will definitely be more expensive.
This set of smooth and flowing Ukyo Orange Samurai Sashimi is really cool.
The indifference between his brows when he swung the sword, only a true samurai could have such a cold look.
Of course, knife skills and sashimi, as well as temperament, are all extras, but what’s more important is the face.
When he swung the knife, his bangs just fluttered to cover his right eye. When he put the knife away, he raised his head slightly. The coldness in his eyes slowly softened after he saw the woman in front of him.
No wonder girls fall for this.
In Han Qiu's words: Who doesn't like Kenshin Himura in the midst of swordplay? Who doesn't want to be the one who makes Kenshin put away his ferocity and show his gentleness?
Xia Mi couldn't suppress the smile, and it slightly rose when Chu Zihang handed her the sashimi.
"Is there anything else?" Xia Mi stopped speaking English and switched to Chinese.
Chu Zihang was obviously stunned.
"Don't you understand? Your colleagues can speak Chinese, and I thought you can too." Xia Mi supported her chin with one hand, slowly raised her head, and stared at Chu Zihang's face.
The light shone on this very ordinary face, and Chu Zihang seemed a little dazed.
I somehow feel that they are somewhat similar, even the tone of voice is similar.
He quickly recovered, lowered his brows, and said, "I'm not very good at chatting."
"Just chatting." Xia Mi said, "Chatting with me? Japan is too boring, there is nothing interesting here."
"Okay." Chu Zihang nodded and sat next to the guest skillfully.
“Are you from CN?”
"Well, come and make a living."
"Why do you want to work in this industry?" Xia Mi could feel Chu Zihang's restraint.
Due to language barriers and for the sake of his character, Chu Zihang does not need to talk to guests most of the time.
He just felt that this guest was somewhat similar to that girl, a real similarity, the kind that even if you ignore the face, you still feel familiar. For a moment, that's why he was willing to sit down.
And, if there is money to be made, it has to be made.
Everyone needs money. At present, we have no weapons or anything else.
If you have money, you can find a way to escape from here.
"It makes money quickly." Chu Zihang had a blank expression on his face the whole time.
Like a robot, you ask me questions and I answer them.
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"You two can't even perform a show?" Han Qiu asked unhappily.
Deliberately in Japanese.
Lu Mingfei understood, but Finkel didn't know whether Han Qiu was happy or unhappy, he just kept nodding and smiling.
The joy of opening the business and completing the assessment in one go made him feel elated.
Lu Mingfei tapped Finkel's shoulder and whispered, "The guest is unhappy, can you please stop laughing?"
"Ah? Oh..." Finkel quickly lowered his head and stood like a primary school student standing in the corner with Lu Mingfei.
Han Qiu enjoyed this moment very much, holding the goblet and shaking the red wine inside.
Point your nostrils towards these two gaps.
Let one of you be as cowardly as a dog, and the other one pretending to be cowardly.
He spends my money every day in the college, and then he agrees to the principal's mission to catch me.
Since you dare to come, then let you dare to take some painful memories back.
"Doesn't he know English? Why does he have to speak Japanese?" Finkel whispered to Lu Mingfei in Chinese.
“I don’t know, maybe he’s a nouveau riche, more… you know, showing off.” Lu Mingfei muttered.
Han Qiu lowered his head unhappily, looked them in the eye, and said in Chinese: "I can speak and understand Chinese. What did you just say?"
Finkel and Lu Mingfei's expressions changed instantly, and they smiled in a flattering manner.
"You're handsome!" Lu Mingfei praised, "It's rare to find a young and promising man like you who is handsome, rich, and successful."
"Yes, yes, yes!" Finkel nodded frantically, "Xiaoying is absolutely right!"
"You thought I didn't hear you?" Han Qiu patted his ears. "I can hear a pin drop on the floor. You are insulting our customers. Do you know what I mean? Insulting our customers!"
"This tone..." Finkel took a step back and lowered his voice very low, "Why do I feel like Lao Han..."
"A little bit... but I think the main task now is to serve him well and apologize..." Lu Mingfei always finds the key points.
Of course, it has to be unrelated to the mission.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Lu Mingfei kept bowing.
Finkel bowed along with him.
"Alright, alright." Han Qiu waved his hand. "Since you are new, I will let you go for now. If you make me unhappy again tonight, I will complain to you."
"Okay!" They both said in unison.
"Let me see you two kiss each other." Han Qiu said expectantly.
"What?" Finkel stepped back again and again. "Dear guest, we are only responsible for accompanying you and cannot do anything excessive."
In fact, Finkel didn't mind kissing the female customer next door, but kissing Lu Mingfei... this was too much.
"I'm sorry, we really can't do this." Lu Mingfei also refused.
"Oh?" Han Qiu couldn't help but understand these two idiots. He took out a stack of Japanese yen from his handbag and slapped it on the table. "Can I kiss you?"
The two shook their heads.
Another stack.
"Can I kiss you?"
There was a noticeable hesitation before the two shook their heads.
This time it was a big stack.
"Can you kiss me?" Han Qiu yelled.
Lu Mingfei and Finkel were a little skeptical about whether he was a nouveau riche.
But the money on the table had obviously reached the psychological limit of both people.
Now it is no longer a question of resistance. Finkel is wondering if he can make more money by relying on the customers' obsession.
Put the money in your own pocket and use it to repay the loan when you return to college in the future.
“It’s really bad…”
Before Finkel finished speaking, Han Qiu put away the small stack.
Lu Mingfei's bottom line is still higher than Fenger's. "Sir, this matter is not within our scope of work."
Han Qiu smiled viciously and put away another stack.
Finkel felt like someone was cutting his flesh with a knife. In his opinion, the money on the table belonged to him, not the guests.
“Even if you do, we…”
Lu Mingfei was halfway through his words when Finkel pounced on him and grabbed him.
He opened his bloody mouth and kissed her seriously and passionately.
His eyes kept glancing at the table. Han Qiu no longer put the money into his bag, but took out his mobile phone to take pictures as a souvenir.