The Monster I Was Redeemed

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After negotiating the requirements, the salesman led the messenger to a fun room of about 50 square meters.

The room is full of unknown devices.

When Xiaobai came in, he would definitely ask: 'Why is there a boom on the bed? What are those red ribbons for? Why is this chair so weird? ’

Aside from the equipment, the decoration of the room is quite beautiful. If it is simply used as a hotel room, 500 per night is not too much.

After entering the door, the salesman picked up the remote control and closed the curtains: "The technician is preparing, let me introduce you first."

He walked to the closet and pointed to the cos clothing and said, "The clothes here are disinfected every day, the stockings are crystal silk, black and white, and there are various styles of high-waisted fishnets.

It doesn't matter if it's torn, just throw it in the trash when you're done, and we'll add new ones.

The props, bed sheets and pillows in the room are changed every day. If you are worried, you can check on the spot with a UV pen. "

The sales did not introduce the usage of the facilities in the room, but focused on hygiene issues.

He had been looking at the messenger for some time.

According to his observations, the messenger's hair was meticulously groomed, and there was not even a single fold on his clothes.

Dealing with this kind of person, instead of wasting a lot of words about the use of a lot of equipment, it may be more satisfactory to focus on the hygiene situation.

The small abacus of sales was snapping, and his observation skills were fine, but the messenger was not here to enjoy the service at all, and he was completely indifferent to these introductions.

But the messenger saw through the salesman's intention to develop him into a regular customer.

So he pushed the boat and asked, "Do you have a membership reservation system here? If the service is good, I would like to apply for membership."

This is what the sales waited for, and his eyes were shining brightly: "No problem! The annual membership fee is 15,980, and you can enjoy a 20% discount. You can make an appointment for a technician one day in advance for each service. Whether you come the next day or not, the technician I'll be waiting, and..."

The messenger raised his hand to interrupt the sales pitch: "Stop, I don't want to hear you say this, where's your boss?"

Sales are carried away by the meat that is about to come to the mouth,

Without saying a word, we made the final decision: "We are just a branch. The boss only comes over to inspect occasionally. He is usually at the Jiuhuacheng main store. I can make full decisions here."

The messenger nodded noncommittally, and just when the salesman was about to persuade him further, the technician came.

This salesman's mouth is broken, but the basic emotional intelligence is still there.

People come here to enjoy the service, the technicians have come here, and you, a big man, are still standing by the side chatting and selling non-stop, this is not complimenting.

Anyone will be upset if they change it. At this time, selling is equivalent to reverse scoring.

So the moment the technician entered the room, the salesman shut his mouth and left the room after leaving a message of wishing you a good time.

When he was leaving, he closed the door very thoughtfully, and the room fell into silence.

Only the messenger and the technician were left staring.

When the messenger said he wanted to be young, he meant a newcomer who had just entered the industry and was not very proficient in many things.

Some people like to flip over the brand of these new technicians, so there will be a kind of pleasure of pulling people into the water with their hands.

Looking at the technician in his early twenties with a hint of greenness and confusion on his face, the messenger pointed to the sofa and motioned her to sit down.

The technician hesitated for a while, then slowly came to the messenger, wanting to sit next to him.

"I mean let you go across."

The messenger grabbed her arm and pointed to the sofa opposite again.

The technician walked to the opposite side, then lifted his hair and smiled softly: "Handsome guy, do you want me to change my clothes?"

The messenger lit a cigarette and took a sip: "Don't waste your time."

When the technician heard this, he stood up and took off his suspender skirt, but just as he put his hand on the belt, he was stopped by the messenger: "Get dressed, I just have a few questions to ask you."

The messenger took out two banknotes and pushed them on the coffee table: "What's your name, how long have you been here, and how did you get here?"

In the face of the messenger's money offensive, adding a set of three consecutive deductions, the technician was a little overwhelmed.

Are you spending thousands of dollars just to chat with someone in the custom industry?

Doubt returned to doubt, the technician looked at the two golden banknotes, and finally she accepted them.

Although half of this reward has to be handed in, I can leave a thousand dollars anyway.

"My name is An Sien, I just came here for half a month."

An Sien put the money in the bag and began to answer the messenger's question: "The reason for coming here is very simple, someone at home is sick, I wanted to make some quick money, but I was confused and sold it together, maybe you think I It's a sellout, but it's the truth."

An Sien walked to the water dispenser, brewed two cups of tea with tea bags, and placed one in front of him and the other in front of the messenger.

"What's wrong?"

The messenger pushed away the teacup, concerned about the other party's family problems.

He didn't ask how An Sien was dazed, or why she didn't take the opportunity to call the police. These things could not be explained clearly in a sentence or two.

"What else could it be? It's a dog's blood cancer. It can't be saved in the advanced stage of lung cancer. At most, it can only continue to live." An Sien seemed to have taken it off.

But her dull eyes imply that her heart is not as indifferent as she says.

"So you came here to work to earn medical bills for your family? What about the rest of the family?"

The messenger seemed to have forgotten the purpose of his coming here, and concentrated on chatting with An Sien.

An Sien's face flashed a trace of dissatisfaction, obviously not wanting to mention her family affairs, but the customer is God, not to mention that she just received a tip from the messenger, so she can't keep her face off.

So she forcibly cheered up and squeezed out a cheerful smile: "I am a single-parent family, my parents divorced when I was very young, because my father was a bad gambler, so I was sentenced to my mother.

That person never sent me alimony. My mother and I have been dependent on each other for all these years. After my mother got sick, he didn't even look at it, let alone pay medical expenses in advance of his past relationship.

The savings at home have been spent, and in order to raise money, I can only take some quick ways of getting money. "

An Sien briefly summarized his life experience, and then smiled at the messenger.

In her opinion, the messenger is just another pervert who listens to the tragic experiences of others to satisfy himself.

The worse you say, the happier they are.

These people looked sympathetic on the surface, but in their hearts, they showed a high-spirited attitude.

The tragedy that happened to them was just a little spice to them for tonight's event, in order to satisfy their desire to be the best.

What to do when things go wrong in reality?

It's very simple, just find someone who has been more unsatisfactory to talk to.

An Sien said half-jokingly: "It is said that men love to do two things, pull Liang's house into the water, and persuade the wind and the dust to follow the good. I said handsome guy, shouldn't you be here to persuade me to follow the good?"

"Women also love to do two things, talk about money with the poor, and talk about feelings with the rich." The messenger replied, and did not sympathize with An Sien because of her tragic life.

An Sien lowered his head and laughed at himself: "I don't care about money, but second-hand broken shoes like me can't be sent even if they are sold at a clearance sale."

"So I didn't intend to persuade you to be good."

An Sien, who was choked by the messenger, was speechless.

After a while, she burst out laughing: "Hahaha, handsome guy, you are really interesting."

An Sien could see that the handsome man in front of him really just wanted to chat with him and had no other intentions.

The originally heavy heart was greatly relieved by the messenger's tossing, and even the disgust for this job was temporarily suppressed.

It was the first time she felt relaxed at work.

Xin used his fingers to snuff out the cigarette butts, crushed them, and threw them into the trash: "I came to you to find out something."

"Industry interviews about the custom industry?" An Sien tried to joke with the messenger.

The courier took a note and a pen from his wallet and put it on the table: "I want you to be my spy."