super prodigal

Chapter 93 Good things must be shared
Zhang Qiong smiled, why didn't he dare to act anymore, he ordered to try: "Good things must be shared!"

With such a beautiful voice, Yilin let him listen to the songs she sang alone. This is an act of sharing that he doesn't understand. Zhang Qiong said decisively: "You two also prepare."

The two couldn't shirk it when they saw each other, so the manager in the shirt asked Zhang Qiong, "Master Zhang, is it suitable?"

Managers are embarrassed.

Zhang Qiong said: "Why is it inappropriate? The three of us have different life trajectories. Let me tell you!"

Zhang Qiong pointed to the little waiter, "You are guarding the door all day long, and you will see men and women going in and out singing every day. You know this area best, right?"

The waiter thinks that's true. Men and women who come in and out every day will often block a piece of glass in the middle of the KTV door in the middle of singing, and turn the volume to the highest level. Who knows what tricks they are playing inside?

The little waiter nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and said, "Yes, I know this piece very well, but I have never tried it."

It's not that he didn't want to try it, it's because you didn't have a chance to try it.

After Zhang Qiong heard this, he said: "Very well, I want you to be like this. This is the purest. Today, the three of us are here to test the personal ability of the actress who just debuted in front of me. If she is strong, I will Let's see if she can sublimate the whole industry!"

These two are both nervous and excited. Let’s try it out. We still need to test it. They are really high-level people, and they use words so professionally.
The manager is a sycophant. He walked up to Zhang Qiong, took out a cigarette from his trouser pocket, and gave a thumbs up, "Master Zhang is really capable! This is all philosophical, I admire it!"

Flattering!Ha ha!Zhang Qiong was happy in his heart. Although he was not in good health, he was happy. If he offered to smoke, he would smoke.

Zhang Qiong put the cigarette in his mouth, but did not light it. The waiter quickly took out the lighter and lit it. He took a puff and put his hand on the sofa leather cushion, holding half of the cigarette butt between his index finger and middle finger. He frowned and squinted, " The smoke tastes good, and I will reward you with 1 yuan soft sister coin!"

The waiter was so frightened that the guy in his hand almost fell into his crotch. He thanked again and again: "Thank you!"

The waiter is very grateful from the bottom of his heart. With his current personal salary, he works 10 hours of night shift every day, 26 days a month, and only pays two to three thousand, and 1 yuan is worth a whole summer’s salary. The waiter finished thanking me, and the manager felt empty. I don’t know how many times higher my level is than him. If you give him [-], what about me?Why don't I get a tip?
Zhang Qiong lay on the sofa chair, looked at the manager's bitter face, took a puff of cigarette, and smiled, "Tips are all for the waiters. Have you ever seen a manager asking for tips from customers? So you and I I won't give it~"

He never tipped the manager.

Holding a cigarette between his pockets, Zhang Qiong took out a large-screen mobile phone from his pocket, and took a look at WeChat, which contained hundreds of thousands of pocket money, not a lot, and it was reserved for red envelopes, so he let the service The clerk took out a piece of paper from his pocket, and he said, "I will write you a check, and I will use this check to go to my financial side to collect the money tomorrow."

"good good good good!"

Of course the waiter said yes, and after half a day, Zhang Qiong signed on the coffee table of KTV:

"...RMB: 20000 yuan. Capitalized: twenty thousand yuan."

(End of this chapter)