Chapter 6 Get out!
As soon as one accompaniment music ended, another one slowly started.
Colorful lights are scattered in every corner, and Monet's water lilies are blooming in the exquisite picture frames on the wall.
Wen Baijing lazily leaned on the sofa, looking at her unintentionally. This girl couldn't drink, didn't know how to adapt, and even sang out of tune. Apart from a good figure, good looks, and young age, there were no other advantages.
A person like this, working in this place, won't he be cheated and lose his way?
Wen Baijing frowned slightly, looking at Ye Zhenzhen like a bird startled by a dead branch, with alertness and fear all over his body.
According to the rules, the princess should offer a polite glass of wine to the guests. Ye Zhenzhen poured an almost full glass of foreign wine and squatted beside Wen Baijing. "Hello! I'll offer you a glass. I'll drink it. You can do whatever you want." She smiled, lowered her glass, and gently clinked glasses with Wen Baijing.
After saying that, Ye Zhenzhen drank the wine in the glass in one gulp. She felt that it tasted good, much better than beer.
"Eh……"
Wen Baijing looked at Ye Zhenzhen's silly look, his raised hand frozen in mid-air.
"Don't you know that it's easy to get drunk if you drink foreign liquor like this?" He finally couldn't help but speak.
Ye Zhenzhen looked at him blankly, with a hint of sweetness still in her mouth.
I am used to the intrigues and schemes in the business world; I have experienced the despair of being on the verge of bankruptcy and the fall of the wall; I am tired of seeing the faces of those who curry favor with the powerful...
The Ye Zhenzhen in front of me is quite interesting.
Just plain fun!
Or maybe it could be said that she was stupid but interesting. In front of the tempered Wen Baijing, she was almost transparent.
Here is another woman walking on a tightrope for money, unaware that she is in a den of money, like a frog in warm water, being gradually assimilated into numbness.
In such a place, there will be no white lotus that is untainted by the mud, only lost dodder.
Save the wind and dust?
Wen Baijing would never do such a boring thing, but he felt a little bit reluctant to see this naive girl in front of him jumping into the quagmire step by step.
Stop her? Save her? Keep her?
He would never do such a vulgar thing. He is rich, handsome and at the right age, so what kind of woman can't he find?
"Why do you come here to work?" Wen Baijing asked calmly.
A gambling father, a seriously ill mother, younger siblings studying hard, and a broken girl?
Unexpectedly, Ye Zhenzhen did not answer according to this template. She just lowered her head to look at her toes, and looked at the colorful pattern on the carpet.
"This place is not suitable for you..." Wen Baijing did not continue.
Too vulgar! Pulling good women into trouble and persuading prostitutes to become good women! Those are the favorite scenes of greasy old men. Thinking of this, he couldn't continue.
Anyone with a little social experience knows that no matter how innocent the girls are, once they enter this environment, they will be surrounded by temptations all the time. One day they will be dragged down by desire, and it is undoubted that they will fall into depravity step by step, sooner or later.
Wen Baijing is not prepared to save people from danger. Everyone has his own destiny. Who can save anyone else while living in this world?
"Can you tell me your story?" Wen Baijing said after pondering for a while.
Ye Zhenzhen was stunned for a moment, her pupils suddenly dilated, and her expression was dazed. She was not stupid enough to have a heart-to-heart talk with the guests, nor did she have a strong desire to confide in others, and she would not use her scars to satisfy others' prying desires in exchange for sympathy.
After a moment she gave a polite smile and said, "I'm sorry, I can't tell stories, and I don't have any good stories to tell."
Wen Baijing thought that she would be like most girls in entertainment venues, playing the victim, shedding a few tears, and telling the painful story of her family with deep hatred and vengeance. Even if she had no reason to do so, she would make it up anyway, and make it as sensational as possible.
But Ye Zhenzhen said nothing, not intending to open up to him, and even disdained to make up a lie to perfunctorily deal with him. Ye Zhenzhen just lowered her head to clean the table and carefully cleaned the ashtray.
"Boss, do you want to sing a song?" Ye Zhenzhen shook off the drunkenness that was gradually taking over her, her eyes somewhat evasive.
Looking at the girl in front of him who was so stubborn and unyielding, Wen Baijing's eyes were filled with disgust.
"Get out!"
Wen Baijing completely changed his gentle image, and after cursing, he was surprised at how he could feel so angry out of nowhere.
"Snapped!"
He smashed the wine glass against the wall of the box, sending glass shards flying all over the floor.
"what!"
This scene was obviously beyond Ye Zhenzhen's expectations.
She was caught off guard and crouched on the ground, holding her head in fear. The customer was fine one second, but suddenly lost his temper the next. Facing this violent and unpredictable customer, Ye Zhenzhen was stunned.
Looking at Ye Zhenzhen, whose face turned pale, Wen Baijing felt a little flustered. He didn't know why this woman made him so uneasy.
Ye Zhenzhen quickly sorted out her thoughts in panic. She was still in the internship period and did not want to pay for work, so she had to appease the guests before being discovered by the inspecting leaders.
"Boss, I'm sorry!"
Ye Zhenzhen stood up while trembling slightly, and her apology voice was trembling.
The young master of the private room pushed the door open and came in to serve snacks. He looked at the flying glass shards and looked at Ye Zhenzhen in confusion.
Ye Zhenzhen winked at the young master, shook her head quietly, and said nothing.
Wen Baijing was fed up with the woman in front of him. She was unreasonable, hopeless, ignorant and fearless...
When paying the bill, he just said that he accidentally broke a cup and it had nothing to do with the waiter. I don't know if he was deliberately protecting Ye Zhenzhen or feeling sorry for her.
Before seeing Bai Wenjing off, Ye Zhenzhen's eyes lingered on the water lily painting for a few seconds. It bloomed in the rippling blue water, in a dreamlike world.
"A man must love himself before others will love him; a man must respect himself before others will respect him."
At the elevator entrance, Wen Baijing couldn't help himself and said these words as cold as ice.
Standing in the bright KTV hall, those words penetrated Ye Zhenzhen's self-esteem. Shame washed over her like a wave. She tried hard to hold back her tears, her face flushed red. She didn't know if it was because the foreign liquor was too intoxicating.
After get off work, Ye Zhenzhen rode her donkey home. The small light box at the roadside stall was a little dusty and emitted a dim light. Young men and women who were off work from the nearby nightclubs and foot massage shops were queuing up. They were laughing and complaining about the strange customers they met. Ye Zhenzhen lined up behind them and spent six yuan to pack a plate of fried rice.
In this not-so-strange city, the street lights came on as promised, the wind blew the garbage bags into the air, they fell, and then slowly swayed with the passing vehicles.
Back in the small attic, Ye Zhenzhen sat on the edge of the bed in the dark. The sounds of people urging people to drink and the exaggerated laughter from the night snack stall downstairs floated in through the small window and into the small attic.
The egg fried rice was still steaming, but she just couldn't eat it.
The man who once shared a bowl of fried rice with her abandoned her without hesitation.
The self-respect and self-love the customer mentioned still deeply broke her heart. She thought she was already indestructible and didn't care about her self-respect. Although she didn't do anything out of line, it was not a glorious thing to work in this place. She just loved the wrong person, did she really use this as an excuse to sink?
The egg fried rice that was packed home gradually became cold in the summer night. Ye Zhenzhen leaned against the wall and sat there until the morning light came through the window and the sound of traffic woke up the sun.