It was not the first time that Shao Mingwei met Min Yu.
Min Yu, a successful alumnus and a well-known local entrepreneur, went to their school to give speeches, and Shao Mingwei, the student council president, received him as a student representative. If he knew that he would meet Min Yu, Shao Mingwei would never go in, even if he thought that the other party probably didn't remember him.
This is the eighth day that he accompanied the wine in "Night". During the interview, Sister Zhang looked at the big Q on her resume and looked at him. She smiled softly: "Why do you want to do this?" She put her head close to Shao Mingwei's shoulder as she spoke. The rich perfume smell surrounds the past.
Shao Mingwei tried hard to control the urge to dodge, and squeezed out two words from his throat: "Lack of money."
Sister Zhang lowered her head again and browsed through Shao Mingwei's resume with numerous awards and brilliant achievements from beginning to end, and glanced at him again, seeing the embarrassment that he was trying to suppress, and said with some contempt, "These are not as valuable as your face and body. "
Shao Mingwei's face turned dark red unconsciously, as if he had been poked at the center of the matter. He knows that he has long legs and tall stature. Because he is busy and does not forget to exercise, he is in good shape, and he also vaguely knows that his face is very lethal. It is more than enough to "work" in the night, but he thinks that with the blessing of a famous school, it will probably be more popular.
He really needs money.
Without waiting for him to answer, Sister Zhang said to herself, "Everyone is vain now, so that's fine, I'd rather be a famous college student."
Shao Mingwei didn't know what to say, so he had to say yes. His appearance is really handsome, his facial features are three-dimensional, his eyebrows are staring, and his handsome chin is particularly attractive. Sister Zhang glanced at him again and smiled: "Although our business is not good, we earn more than others, you If you're short of money, do it well."
There is a lobby and a bar on the first floor of the night. Although the consumption is high, there is no threshold. Shao Mingwei's work place is in the box area on the second and third floors. The people who come to the top are members, rich or expensive. Every time he comes out of the staff lounge after changing his clothes, he enters the brightly lit but ambiguous corridor. Under his feet is a soft carpet embroidered with intricate patterns. Even the corners reveal a rich and lewd atmosphere. Powerless, I just want to turn my head and leave.
Fortunately, all the female guests he received were reserved, and he didn't want to embarrass him because he was handsome and tall. At most, he touched his arms and thighs. Some people asked him why a famous college student came to do this. Shao Mingwei just smiled and replied briefly: "Lack of money." Probably because of his open attitude, or maybe because of the melancholy silence that shrouded his deep eyebrows, women He will make up for his rough life and feel sorry for him, and then order more drinks and give him more tips. Some older guests don't need him to do anything, just sit there drinking with them and listen to them. He didn't talk much, looked reliable, and they shot more generously. There were also hints that he would stay with him for the night. He pretended not to understand, and he was vague, and the other party didn't force him. Sister Zhang told him at the beginning that the price of the night would be doubled, but he was silent for a long time, but finally shook his head and refused.
At seven o'clock in the evening, Shao Mingwei put on a crisp white shirt and straight black trousers, which made him stand tall and straight and his eyebrows sparse. Sister Zhang called him and the other boys together, and instructed: "Tonight, you guys go to Tanchunfang to accompany me, and serve me some bosses. There will be extra bonuses when you come back." She said meaningfully. glanced at him.
Shao Mingwei was stunned. He looked at the few boys who didn't greet him, and happily walked to Tanchun Square on the third floor, unable to get out. Tanchunfang is the box with the highest specifications for the night, and the minimum consumption is a lot higher than other boxes. Usually, it can last for several days in one night. Shao Mingwei has not yet entered. He still feels awkward about this job on weekdays. Even though he has a clear conscience and understands that there is no distinction between high and low careers, he has never been able to get around the hurdles in his heart, and he seldom contacts his colleagues, as if it is the last resistance before compromise. I don't know how it spread, but my colleagues all heard that a famous university student came in the night, and they were jealous and laughed at him for being depraved. Some of them had vague thoughts about him, but after being treated coldly for so long, they gradually lost their minds.
These Shao Mingwei didn't take it to heart, but he never thought to accompany the man. He has seen colleagues who are popular among male guests, all of them are slender, young and beautiful teenagers, and he is tall and broad-shouldered, and he doesn't seem like the type to be liked.
Sister Zhang seemed to see his suspicion and smiled inscrutable: "There are also people who like you..."
"But… "
"Sister is calling you specifically, and I won't call him if Wang Liang wants to go there. If you don't spend the night, who are you going to accompany or not? Take care of the people, and you will benefit." Sister Zhang interrupted him and patted him gently. He patted his face, exhaling like a blue, "...I want to get more money, but I don't want to contribute more, how can such a good thing happen?"
Shao Mingwei bit his back molar imperceptibly, but did not speak.
"Okay, come over quickly when you think about it. If it doesn't work, change to Wang Liang. I mentioned it to you, don't blame me if you don't go and regret it later." After speaking, he turned around and went upstairs.
Shao Mingwei froze in place, wondering what he was thinking, and was suddenly pulled back to his mind by the vibration of the text message in his pocket. He took out his mobile phone to unlock it, and the column for the letter read Aunt Jiang: Mr. Shao, Miss Rong has fallen asleep. Miss Rong is in good shape today, and it will be over at about ten o'clock.
Shao Mingwei rubbed the phone screen with his thumb and replied, "Okay, go back and let her go to bed earlier and don't stay up late." Pay more attention at night, if you have something to do at any time... He deleted the word "any time", stared at the screen of the mobile phone, and slowly typed: Call me after twelve o'clock.
He thought, at most twelve o'clock can end.
Shao Mingwei clenched his phone tightly, then pressed the power button, put the phone in his trouser pocket, and walked towards Tanchunfang with his back straight.
Several boys had been waiting impatiently, and when they saw him coming, they gathered together in twos and threes and muttered. Shao Mingwei didn't care, and looked numbly at the delicate doorknob on the door of Tanchunfang.
Everyone can go in.
Shao Mingwei stood in front of the door for a moment, and Shao Rong's flowing hospital bills appeared in his mind again. He raised his hand and pushed open the door of Tanchunfang.