After the two of them left the club, the neon lights on the street were still on, and drunk customers abounded on the street.
As the two of them walked deeper, the surrounding shops began to look more glamorous. The names were written on the huge doors, and several large-breasted women were hired to wait at the door under the gilded fonts.
That's how they are. Their male waiters only rush to greet female customers when they arrive or when the guests need to park their cars. If they get upset and make the female customers unhappy or scratch some of the car's paint, they may be afraid. I can't stay here anymore.
Along with their pitiful salaries.
At ordinary times, those male waiters would hide inside the door, quietly waiting for their chance to appear.
But now, as Chen Qing followed Kalans all the way, the faces of the male waiters showed a bit of disgust, a bit of regret, and a bit of envy.
In their eyes, the guests brought by exquisite butlers or waiters are much more noble than themselves.
They hid in the shadow behind the door, and the waitresses swarmed up to those big-breasted ladies outside the door, those hostesses who couldn't be called etiquette, those waitresses.
But they didn't walk up to Kalans, and they didn't even look at Kalans.
A person like this who is dressed in a suit, neatly dressed, and dressed up meticulously in the middle of the night will never be the right person in his profession.
They would not pay attention to others at the same level. They gathered around the young man and used their plump bodies to come into contact with him. The hot body temperature was far inferior to the depths of their hearts.
They surrounded the young man, and someone asked: "Mr., do you have an appointment? Is anyone waiting for you?"
Chen Qing nodded. Although he didn't have a good impression of the person next to him, he obviously wouldn't exclude him: "Someone has made an appointment with me."
He smelled the low-quality perfume coming from the other person's body, and an older woman forced her way to him: "Sir, what's your name? I can help you check the reserved private room."
Chen Qing was a little stunned, but seeing that the other women who were squeezed away didn't show any other expressions, he didn't say much. Of course he said: "I don't know the name. But he should have left my name, Chen Qing. "
"Chen Qing..." The woman whispered, and her fingertips quickly entered the name on the tablet at her waist. Within three or two seconds, the smile on her face was filled with surprise.
"You...the other person is Mr. Su. He did leave your name...please confirm, are you responsible for resolving the commission?" She asked again solemnly, looking a little nervous.
She raised her shoulders slightly and exerted strength on her arms and neck. Chen Qing was a little confused, but he still answered her doubts.
"Yes. It's me." She was a little nervous, but why.
Chen Qing frowned slightly, and the woman in front of him quickly explained: "Please forgive me... Please forgive me, this is what we have to ask, and this is also to ensure that you will not go to the wrong private room..."
She lowered her head, but there seemed to be some kind of power that prevented her from retreating. She turned sideways and stretched out her hand to guide Chen Qing's direction.
She was clearly trembling, and her arm and fingertips were shaking uncontrollably. Chen Qing frowned, took two steps slightly faster, and got in front of the woman.
But somehow, he seemed to feel that all this seemed a little cruel to her. Chen Qing thought so, so he turned sideways, walked two steps faster and chose not to look.
But although he couldn't see it, the woman's subtle breathing was still so obvious. He walked towards the elevator and walked into the elevator. Only her breathing was faint in the closed space. Chen Qing was a little puzzled. He turned his head and looked at her. ask.
"How many years has this hotel been open?"
The woman trembled, raised her head and glanced at Chen Qing with lowered eyebrows. After seeing that the other party didn't seem to have any other intentions, she plucked up the courage to answer: "Maybe it's only been eleven or twelve years. There are always people saying that this company The store has been open longer than us...but at least according to the documents, this store is only a dozen years old."
"Really?" He asked again, "Have you been working here for many years?"
"No...not really." She pondered for a while, as if she had something she couldn't explain.
"I am thirty-five years old...unemployed. Just last month." She smiled, looking a little regretful: "Maybe I didn't do enough, maybe I didn't work hard enough, maybe I didn't care about the company." Very little help.”
She laughed softly, but there was no joy in her laughter.
"No compensation?"
She shook her head: "I went to the labor union, but the answer they gave me was that they thought I didn't work hard enough overtime."
She laughed softly and didn't know why: "I only took one day off a month... They said I wasn't as hardworking as other colleagues, so they persuaded me to go back and ask me to find my next job as soon as possible.
Don't let the arbitration start by then, leaving a case record and no one will dare to hire you. "
Chen Qing listened, but couldn't say anything.
He doesn't know how to comfort people, but this kind of thing may be the norm in this restaurant.
"At least there won't be wage arrears here." That's all he could say.
"Yes..." The woman smiled again: "At least this is Rijie."
As their chat ended, the elevator journey reached its end just in time.
She blocked the screen door of the elevator for Chen Qing with one hand, allowing Chen Qing to walk out of the private room on the highest floor of the restaurant first.
She jogged two steps, bowed slightly beside Chen Qing, stretched out one hand, and pointed to the road ahead.
"Still ahead," she said.
Chen Qing left. After walking into the box, the woman stayed outside.
She stood guard at the door, looking a little nervous.
"This month's money is almost enough..." She murmured in a low voice, and received a text message on her mobile phone in her pocket.
It vibrated and was right next to her leg, but she didn't dare to look at it. If it was caught on surveillance, her money would be deducted.
She touched the pocket next to her leg, feeling as if there were ants crawling in her heart.
"Maybe the child asked where the food was..."
She shook her head: "Maybe it's just that the child misses me."
There was a bit of a smile on her face.
She touched her pocket and the shaking subsided. She breathed a sigh of relief and saw a man of various shapes running towards here in a hurry.
The man was wearing clothes made of six or seven buckles, and he had a hat on his head. The hat seemed to be made of wool felt, which made his hair a little flat, but the hair under the hat showed a bit of silver. White.
His steps were staggering, but the shoes on his feet were shiny. He looked up at the information in the private room, ignored the woman standing in front of the door, opened the door and walked in.
And what about the woman? According to the regulations, she should have stopped the man in front of the door and asked, but she didn't dare. She just felt that if she was blamed, the little boy in the room might be more talkative.
She trembled and touched the mobile phone in her pocket with her palm. The warmth of the battery made her feel very comfortable...
She turned her head and looked to the left and right. Maybe she could look around the corner to see what content was being received on her phone.
…
In the private room, Chen Qing looked at the visitor but didn't react much. He coughed on the melon seeds on the table and his mouth was a little dry from eating.
"Karans, help see if there is water."
He sat on the sofa, with the most expensive knitted rug on the ground in front of him.
He leaned back lazily. The mat on the sofa seemed to be made of ivory.
"He's here." Karansi squatted down and poured water from the pot, while increasing the volume and guiding the people at the door to go deeper.
The man came, his face was pale, and after he took off the hat, his hairline had reached the top of his skull.
"You... are so young." His face seemed a little sad, but an inexplicable fear prevented him from saying anything more.
"Don't worry." Chen Qing raised his eyes and looked at him, but said comfortingly: "If we can't identify it or find the reason, other investigators will naturally come to take over your commission."
The man smiled and nodded.
"My surname is Su... I own this shop and I rest here on weekdays.
Since I haven’t fallen asleep for a while...so..."
He nodded and took out a jade pendant from his neck.
The jade pendant is completely green, but there is a touch of bright red in the center. It is as big as a palm and is carved like a crocodile.
As for the bright red color, it happened to be on the head of the crocodile.
"You know there's something wrong with this thing, but you still wear it close to your body?" Chen Qing was a little curious. After taking the jade pendant in his hand, he felt a warmth.
This jade may be valuable. He aimed at the light, but the turbid jade body could not see the other side.
"I can't let it go... I can't let it go..." Mr. Su's expression was stern, as if he had something to hide.
"What happens if you take it off?"
"Ha..." He smiled awkwardly, but at this moment, someone pushed the door open and walked in.
The man wore a big gold chain and a watch, but his body was extremely thin, and even his thin shirt seemed a little ill-fitting.
"Come on! Tell grandpa what's wrong with this jade pendant!"
He shouted all the way, and his voice was so loud that it interrupted Chen Qing's watching.
"Did you bring this person?" Chen Qing looked at Mr. Su and asked.
"Yes...it doesn't count." The man nodded, and the previous respect seemed to be fake: "They sold this jade pendant to me. If it is determined that it is the problem with the jade pendant, then they will have to cough up the money they spent to buy the jade pendant. .”
"That's not it?"
"Then it naturally has nothing to do with them."
Before Mr. Su finished speaking, two people walked in one after another from the door.
The three of them were like those unemployed vagrants and wanderers on the streets. They raised their chins and gestured twice at Chen Qingna.
"Dude, are you saying there is something wrong with the jade pendant? Tell me what you have to say."
