I'm Jealous Of Myself Everyday (QT)

A Guide to Poverty Alleviation for Bar Waiters (Part 3)

　　
　　“Our bar is very legitimate; the owner doesn’t hire minors.” After pouring the drink, Wei Ye naturally took a step back, avoiding the man’s hand.

　　Sheng Qingqing was a little nervous and quickly bowed before leaving with him. Unexpectedly, the man who had just groped her came over and patted Wei Ye’s butt.

　　It was Wei Ye who was patted, but Sheng Qingqing let out a soft cry: “Ah!”
　　The people in the private room burst into laughter, and she blushed with embarrassment.

　　Wei Ye calmly turned around and held out his hand, “Tip.”

　　His eyes were clear and calm, and the laughter of those he looked at unconsciously dissipated.

　　The private room was quiet for a while before someone chuckled dryly, “As expected of someone who works in a bar, so young and not even a little bit shy, it’s no fun to tease him…”

　　The man awkwardly took out his wallet and counted out eight hundred-yuan bills for him.

　　The two pushed open the door and stepped out, followed by complaints from the private room behind them: "This bar is high-class, expensive, and the waiters are pretty grumpy."

　　"Do you think this is an ordinary bar? I heard the owner's surname is Xue, who would dare cause trouble!" The middle-aged male customer lowered his voice, seemingly afraid of being overheard, "The Xue family used to be in this business..." He pointed to the fabric beside him, as black as the night. "Although they've cleaned up their act in recent years, their influence is still the same!" He gave a thumbs up.

　　The group quickly changed the subject, clinking glasses and exchanging toasts. The man with the groping hand rubbed his fingers, wondering about the feel of the touch earlier, "Why was it so hard?"

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　　"Are you alright?" Sheng Qingqing felt that Wei Ye was a little different than usual today, and looked at him worriedly, "Did... Lin Tianhao scare you the other day?" Lin Tianhao's sudden attack had also kept her up at night for several days.

　　"It's not your fault, I'm just a little tired from work lately." Wei Ye dealt with her concern and slowly walked towards the lounge.

　　Zhang Kun leaned against the doorway, glancing at him sideways, and sneered sarcastically, "Not bad haul, huh? With a pretty boy like that, making money must be so easy."

　　Wei Ye gave him a listless look. He spread out eight large bills, flicked them lightly with his fingers, and they made two crisp sounds in the air. Receiving Zhang Kun's piercing gaze, he smoothly closed the bills like a fan, "Always watching how much tips others collect, are you a money counting machine with a mind of your own?"

　　"You!" Zhang Kun had never been retorted so aggressively before, and his face turned pale for a moment.

　　He pushed open the door and entered, his furious curses shut behind him.

　　Wei Ye stuffed the eight hundred yuan into his bag and locked his locker.

　　...Even the system can lose connection; the only thing you can always rely on is money.

　　At two in the morning, just as he was about to leave work, he was suddenly stopped by Sister Wang, "Wei Ye, can I work a little overtime today? I'll give you two hundred extra per hour, okay?"

　　"Okay." Wei Ye followed her to the third floor, a place he had never been before, and was led to the door of the deepest room.
　　"This is the boss's office. Go in yourself." Sister Wang stopped at the door and said in a low voice, "Don't be nervous. The boss isn't difficult to get along with. Just do what he asks you to do."