After the proprietress agreed, the two discussed the issue of remuneration.
Han Dong said, "I just take jobs and don't take them."
The face of the proprietress immediately pulled down, "A job is 300, and we will share it fifty-fifty. The job can only be calculated on a daily basis, 100 a day, you can figure it out."
Han Dong thought for a while and said, "How about this, a commission of 10 yuan per customer, and 20 yuan for more than 100 customers."
More than 100? The proprietress thinks that Han Dong is just a dream. Although she is very optimistic about Han Dong, the size and grade of the small shop are there. When the business is good, there are only about 20 customers. Like the current off-season, migrant workers who leave their hometowns and cannot see their wives are rushing home for the New Year. Where can they recruit so many people
"You have to think about it, maybe you won't be able to recruit 10 people a day."
Han Dong told clearly, "I'll recruit a few people and get a few people's money."
"Okay, then it's up to you."
So, Han Dong moved a chair to the door, sat on it with his legs crossed, without looking at the street, and just lowered his head to play with his phone.
"How do you get work like this?" The proprietress was anxious, "You have to go to the street and take the initiative to hook up with others."
"No need." Han Dong didn't raise his head, "If no one comes within ten minutes, I'll give you 10 yuan."
Sure enough, within five minutes, a bald middle-aged uncle came over and asked Han Dong with a smile, "Miss, do you have massage?"
Han Dong pointed inside with his finger, and the proprietress immediately greeted the guests warmly, "Come, come, please come in."
Some men are just so weird, they don't have the slightest feminine appearance, and they don't look very good-looking, but they are amazing after wearing different clothes. Coupled with Han Dong's two beautiful imperial legs, if you shake them casually, the one with the handle counts as one, and no one can run away.
The bleak situation that lasted for many days was broken, and the business was booming out of control.
There are only seven or eight young ladies in the store, and they can't handle it in a while. It is an exaggeration to describe it, the queue is comparable to the public toilets in May Day tourist attractions.
"I said buddy, are you alright? We're all waiting here!"
"That's right, I've been holding back for an hour!"
"Don't come out and kick the door again!"
In addition to the "affordable men" who often visit here, there seem to be "big customers" who usually disdain to spend in this small field store. When they enter the door, they say, "I want the one at the door."
Usually, if you come to this kind of rare customers, the proprietress will definitely rush to curry favor, the girl can choose any move, and if you are not satisfied, you can just throw it out! Today, I actually put on airs and said something plainly.
"She only takes customers and doesn't take jobs."
"I'll pay two thousand!"
It's not uncommon for you to give 20,000 to my wife! If your sensitivity is low, how many customers will I lose if you close the door for two hours
After three days, Han Dong counted the money until his hands softened. Including the money I earned from looking at pictures before, the total amount is already less than 10,000. According to this trend, he only needs to pretend for another two days before he can stop.
Thinking of this, Han Dong let out a long sigh of relief. After closing his eyes and listening for a while, the sound of breathing from the diagonally opposite door had become even and gentle, so he also fell asleep steadily.
…
Liang Jing had a lot of troubles in recent days. First, he was rejected by Wang Zhongding, and then the premiere of the film produced by the producer was mediocre, and his career entered a low period. In addition, his interpersonal relationship in the company is very tense, and if the momentum weakens, someone will ride up.
In the car, the film's chief screenwriter kept explaining to Liang Jing: "How dare I come up with such a bad idea? This is not a matter of adding a scene casually. Two-thirds of the script will be overturned and rewritten. What a big deal." The amount of work!"
Liang Jing was smoking a cigarette worriedly, "I know it has nothing to do with you, I just want you to talk to Mr. Wang about what's wrong with such a revision. Mr. Wang has always respected you for your literature, and what you say is better than mine. Portions are too much."
"The problem is..." The chief screenwriter hesitated for a long time before opening his mouth, "I think President Wang's suggestion is very good! This change has stronger conflicts, more visibility, and more selling points. Or... Director Liang, you can try again. look for it?"
Liang Jing tried his best not to get angry, what did he look for? I don't even have the qualifications to look for it now!
He is not reconciled, really not reconciled.
The more Wang Zhongding made things difficult for him, the stronger his sense of resistance against oppression became.
Suddenly there was a traffic jam while walking, Xiaowen rolled up the window to check the situation outside, it seemed that the road was narrow due to too much parking in a store in front, and now the traffic police were evacuating little by little.
"What shop is so popular?" Xiaowen walked forward slowly while looking out curiously, and finally traced back to the source of the traffic jam...
"squeak-"
The sudden brake kick made the unsuspecting Liang Jing and the chief screenwriter rush forward.
"What are you doing?" Liang Jing shouted angrily.
Xiaowen was quite embarrassed, "Almost... almost rear-ended."
"I mean, why don't you drive around and watch?"
Xiaowen hurriedly pointed out the car window, "That woman's legs are super long!"
Liang Jing got angry when he mentioned the long legs, and reprimanded sullenly: "Haven't you seen enough long legs these days?"
"It's really long, even longer than Li Shang's."
After Xiaowen said this, Liang Jing took a glance at his face, but the glance stopped.
There is a feeling of déjà vu...
"Isn't there a new story about Yi Xing? You can consider her!" Xiao Wen reminded excitedly.
Liang Jing glanced at him sideways, "Have you lost your mind? Our film is a man pretending to be a woman, not a woman pretending to be a man!"
"Oh, I forgot."
Liang Jing looked back and urged Xiaowen: "Drive your car properly!"
Xiaowen couldn't help sighing: "Oh... what a pity!"
Han Dong was in the midst of playing the game when suddenly a hand reached out to his neck and pulled the silk scarf he used to cover his Adam's apple.
"Miss, your neck is so beautiful, it's a pity to cover it up."
Han Dong grabbed the man's wrist and said two words: "I'm cold."
"Hand strength is not small." The man played with Han Dong's gloved fingers again, "I just like tall women's hands. They are thin and long, just like your legs."
As he said that, he bowed down again, and launched an "offensive" on the beautiful legs that he had been coveting for many days under the guise of watching Han Dong play games.
That's an annoyance in Han Dong's heart, MLGB's! More rascal than Lao Tzu!
"Miss, I've been here for three days in a row because of you, even if you don't pick up the guests, you should show some respect?"
Han Dong raised his eyelids and looked at him, "What do you want to express?"
"Even if you come into the house to drink tea and chat with me alone, I will be content."
Han Dong directly quoted, "Five thousand!"
How could I meet a coal boss today, so I agreed without even thinking about it! Of course, as a gangster, Han Dong was like a mirror in his heart. The purpose of a man couldn't just be drinking tea and chatting. It's just that for five thousand yuan, and for Ye Chenglin to get a decent gift for getting married, Han Dong had no choice but to take the risk.
Sure enough, after closing the door, the man's true colors were revealed.
At first, he just chatted with Han Dong and occasionally ate some tofu, which was within Han Dong's tolerance. Later, he couldn't be satisfied with just moving his mouth, so he lay down on the bed and asked Han Dong to massage him.
"You guys are a massage shop, rub your shoulders and tap your back at the head office, right?" As he spoke, he threw away two thousand yuan, "This is an extra tip."
Han Dong had no choice but to bite the bullet and serve him for two thousand yuan. Later, the man was not satisfied, and kept rubbing his stinky feet on Han Dong's legs, almost rubbing his legs to a dangerous place.
"Miss, is there any other service?"
Han Dong looked at the man shaking his wallet and asked back, "What kind of service do you want?"
The man showed a disgusting intoxicated expression, "It's exciting, surprising, and I will never forget it."
"Give me the promised five thousand yuan first, so that I won't buy it after the service."
The man smiled and twisted Han Dong's cheek, "Little girl, you have a lot of heart!" He said and gave Han Dong the money with an expression of eagerness.
"Look at it!" Han Dong tore off the silk scarf, took off his shirt, and opened his trouser chain...
The air in the entire room froze.
The man's lips twitched at a high frequency like a generator.
In the end, Han Dong threw the silicone fake breasts on the man's face, and jokingly said in a generous tone: "Is it exciting enough? Is it surprising enough? Is it enough to make you unforgettable for the rest of your life?"
"..."