Diary of Getting Rich Quick in the South

The manager of the KTV does not have his own office.

They all use the staff rest rooms.

When I went in, Zhang Qiang was making tea. As soon as he saw me, he greeted me with a smile and a cup of tea.

"Brother Chen, come, come, have some tea."

I know why this bastard is suddenly being so enthusiastic towards me.

To put it bluntly, his enthusiasm wasn't for me, but for Zhao Chujing.

He couldn't figure out the relationship between Zhao Chujing and me, so he didn't dare to offend me at all, and even had to try to please me.

"I won't drink the tea. I wonder what brings you here, Brother Qiang?"

"Oh, my dear Brother Chen, calling me Brother Qiang is too much of an honor. Just call me Xiao Qiang."

Zhang Qiang smiled and handed him a cigarette: "Brother Chen, let's not beat around the bush. The main reason I called you here is to apologize to you. I was wrong before, please forgive me."

After saying that, he even kindly lit a cigarette for me.

It is said that one should not hit a smiling face.

When he arrived, he offered me tea and cigarettes, and even smiled obsequiously. I felt a little embarrassed to vent my anger.

I replied casually, "Alright, if there's nothing else, I'll go back and get back to work."

Zhang Qiang waved his hand: "Brother Chen, you're joking. This is just a small matter in the private rooms; there's no need for you to personally handle it. You can just sit here, have some tea, and sing a few songs. You don't need to look after those three private rooms; I've already arranged for someone to check them out. Or, how about I find you a couple of girls to keep you company?"

As he spoke, he leaned closer and whispered, "Don't worry, Brother Chen, you can take them all out. All expenses will be covered by me. Consider it my apology to you."

I felt a little amused. This old guy used to bully me in all sorts of ways, but now he's constantly flattering me and even wants to send me two girls.

I shook my head and said no, I'm here to work, I'm not used to eating, drinking and having fun.

Seeing that I was determined to leave, Zhang Qiang hurriedly took another pack of cigarettes and stuffed it into my hand.

I glanced at it; the cigarettes weren't very expensive, but they were very generous—a pack of Yuxi cigarettes cost 40 yuan, and this carton cost him over 300 yuan.

"No need for cigarettes, I don't smoke much anyway," I waved my hand.

Zhang Qiang held my hand tightly, and the smoke felt like it was being welded onto my hand.

"Brother Chen, I won't feel at ease if you don't take these cigarettes. I know I was wrong before, and I had a bad mouth. Please take these quickly, or I won't be able to sleep tonight."

Perhaps fearing I wouldn't take it, he sighed, pretending he had no choice, and complained to me.

"Brother, I didn't mean to target you. Our industry is different from other industries. The people who can work in this kind of place are not highly educated. They usually act arrogantly outside, and they are somewhat conceited. If I don't teach them a lesson, they will be difficult to manage in the future. If something happens, I, as the supervisor, will be held responsible, right?"

That makes some sense.

Since he has already apologized and adopted such a humble attitude.

We'll be colleagues from now on, seeing each other all the time. If I keep giving you attitude, I'll be being ungrateful.

After all, the martial arts world isn't just about fighting and killing; it's about human relationships and social interactions.

To be frank, there's no deep-seated hatred between us.

I took the cigarette: "Okay, what's past is past, I'll take the cigarette."

Seeing me take the cigarette, Zhang Qiang breathed a long sigh of relief.

"By the way, Brother Qiang, you said I don't need to watch those three private rooms, so where do I go now? I can't just sit around doing nothing, can I?"

When I got to the door, I stopped and asked a question.

The three private rooms I was looking at were already occupied, so I had nothing to do outside.

Zhang Qiang thought for a moment and said, "Go to V806."

I know this is a large private room, but I'm not sure about the others. However, I imagine it won't be bad.

When I got back, Ma Wencai rushed over.

This guy doesn't watch the private rooms; he's just responsible for carrying fruit platters and cleaning up empty bottles. He's very idle all day.

When he saw the pack of cigarettes in my hand, his eyes widened.

"Damn, Zhang Qiang, the skinflint, actually gave you cigarettes this week? That's like the sun rising in the west, and they're even good cigarettes. Impressive."

I smiled, opened the packaging, and gave him two boxes.

Although I've only been here for two days, Ma Wencai has helped me several times.

Ma Wencai pretended to decline twice, but eventually took the cigarette, his smile becoming even brighter.

"Chen An, you still haven't told me, what exactly is your relationship with Miss Chen? Why is she so protective of you? You wouldn't happen to be her boyfriend, would you?"

I laughed and punched him lightly: "What are you thinking? If I were her boyfriend, would I come here to put up with this humiliation?"

"You two know each other?"

"We just met!"

"She's already protecting you after we just met? Why doesn't she protect me then?"

"Maybe I'm more handsome than you?"

"Get lost!" Ma Wencai laughed and cursed.

Then, he casually asked, "By the way, which private room did Zhang Qiang assign you to?"

I said, "v806".

Holy crap!

Ma Wencai exclaimed

"Is there a problem?"

"That's a big problem. That's the largest private room, and it's never booked through group deals. You need a membership card to get in, and the minimum spend is at least five thousand."

My eyes lit up.

Although I had already guessed that Zhang Qiang would arrange a nice private room for me, I didn't expect him to give me such a great perk.

Those who can afford to come to these private rooms are generally not short of money.

It's not that you're guaranteed to get a tip if you get a view of this private room, but the chances of getting a tip are higher than in a regular private room.

Like many bosses, when you buy cigarettes, they just hand you the money, and you keep whatever's left.

Unlike those private rooms where there's no minimum charge, where you give money to a guest and they count it several times in front of you, as if they're afraid you'll steal a single penny from them.

As we were talking, I saw Zhang Qiang's godmother smiling and walking towards us with a portly middle-aged man.

She was followed by a large group of beautiful girls.

According to Ma Wencai, when there are big clients here, Zhang Qiang's godmother will bring a large group of high-quality girls from the club.

About five minutes later, the walkie-talkie on my waist rang.

"Brother Chen, where have you been? The guests in room V806 are all here, where are you?"

Zhang Qiang shouted urgently on the other end of the line.

Were those people from VIP room V806?

I said I'd be right there and hurried to the private room.

When I arrived, they were already drinking.

The pot-bellied middle-aged man I had seen earlier was sitting in the main seat in the middle, with three other men sitting around him.

The remaining 20 or so were all girls.

Zhang Qiang's godmother was holding a glass of wine, a fawning smile on her face, as she went back and forth among the men, offering them toasts.

She deliberately wore her collar very low, and when toasting, she intentionally or unintentionally brushed her arm against the men's arms.

When I came in, Zhang Qiang's godmother's expression changed slightly.

After toasting, she walked towards me with a cold face, pulled me aside, and asked in a low voice.

"Who let you in? Is this private room any place you can just look after?"

I told them that Zhang Qiang sent me, and that I would be in charge of this private room from now on.

"Zhang Qiang sent you? What's this guy up to?!"

Zhang Qiang's godmother frowned and glanced at me suspiciously, clearly not believing what I was saying.

I ignored her and noticed a lot of empty cans on the table, so I quickly went over to tidy them up.

Because there were many guests, and they seemed to be of quite high status.

Even if Zhang Qiang's godmother is unhappy with me, she can't very well yell at me here.

It has to be said that these customers were quite extravagant. They ordered more than twenty girls, and if each girl costs 800, that alone cost them more than 1 yuan.

Aside from some regular beers, the rest are all high-end spirits and imported liquors.

Moreover, they weren't like the guests in those low-end private rooms who, after drinking a little horse urine, would start shouting and acting as if the whole city was their territory.

I was thinking to myself, "The rich really do have high standards of manners."

Suddenly, I heard a snapping sound.

As soon as I turned my head, I saw the pot-bellied middle-aged man stand up, pointing at the girl in hot pants next to him, cursing loudly with a red face and thick neck.

"You fucking bitch, I paid you to come here to have fun, not to be humiliated. You whine and complain while I'm touching your thigh, you think I won't just take you right here and now!"