In the reception department of the Midnight Restaurant, the job of the greeter is to greet the guests who enter the restaurant and take them to their comfortable seats.
Men wear suits, vests, and black trousers covering their leather shoes.
Women need to wear slit cheongsam and high heels.
Coming out of the locker room and arriving at the work place, Jiang Yao stepped on the smooth wooden floor with steady steps.
Kong Zai often chatters around him, praising and trying to please.
"Sister Yao, your look is amazing. You are more beautiful than the stars in movies and TV series."
Kong Zaichang said this, but he dismissed it in his heart.
She is very familiar with the job of a receptionist. Maybe she often does this job in the real world.
He comes from a fairly good family, and he despises this kind of woman the most.
Jiang Yao gave a fake smile and said a few words of flattery: "You too."
She has seen too many people like Kong Zaichang, and has long been accustomed to it, and can even tolerate it.
The walls of the antique restaurant are painted with dark red paint on the wooden columns. An Eight Immortals table is placed in the center. Warm-colored lights shine through the Suzhou embroidery screen and onto the wooden floor.
It seems like a normal old-style restaurant.
However, the red eyes hanging on the wooden beams are like living creatures that are constantly rotating, and the sticky peeping feeling is extremely uncomfortable.
"That's the greeter's code."
The reception manager wore a mask with the makeup of an opera actress. One eye was crying, mixed with paint or blood, and bright red blood flowed through the mask.
After that, he left with small steps.
Kong Zaichang almost subconsciously took the piece of hard-shell paper first. After reading the rules printed on it, he reacted belatedly and quickly apologized to her.
"Sorry, I……"
Jiang Yao interrupted with a smile.
"fine."
She didn't seem to notice anything strange, and treated him with the same attitude as usual. She took the hard-shell paper and looked at the code calmly.
[Greeter Rules:
1. Each receptionist must receive at least three guests a night and satisfy at least one guest.
2. The guest is God, and the receptionist cannot refuse any request of the guest.
3. Excellent greeters can often easily discover the needs of guests. If they can make the right choice before the guests make requests, they can maximize guest satisfaction.
4. The higher the customer's consumption, the greater the satisfaction and the greater the performance-based salary. 】
There are only three.
General and brief.
It's the same as a real restaurant greeter, except that the rules say 'you can't refuse any request from the guest'.
Any requests? If some unreasonable requirements have to be met, the difficulty factor will directly reach the level of hell.
So choosing 'kind' guests is crucial.
Jiang Yao noticed that the boy next to him was reading the code, his face turned red with excitement, and he couldn't hold back the smile on his lips.
Even his body, which had been tense, relaxed.
Jiang Yao took one more look at the code and roughly guessed it.
Kong Zaichang's talents are definitely very beneficial to his current job. The first thing to do as a greeter is to be sharp-eyed, eloquent, understand the needs of the guests, and obtain satisfaction.
And his talent may be keen observation, mind reading, or empathy.
She figured this out and looked away indifferently.
This kind of talent is useless to her.
Observation can be trained, and it is not difficult to figure out what guests want. After working in the service industry for a year, most people can develop this skill.
If it were mind reading, it would be equally useless. Today's world is full of crises. What Jiang Yao is best at is closing his heart and deceiving himself.
Voices are often inaccurate.
Naturally, she would not tell Kong Zaichang these words.
'Ding~'
Restaurant opening.
The first guest walked in, his body was so bloated that he looked like a balloon ready to explode at any time.
His whole body was wet, and the top of his head was covered with a few pieces of river bottom weeds. When he came closer, a strong smell of water hit his face.
'tada'
The texture of the wooden floor was clear and dark yellow, leaving footprints and water droplets one after another after he passed by.
But soon, the red eyeballs hanging above the head dropped down, gathered together, cleaned the floor, and retracted to the ceiling.
Kong Zaichang beat her to receive this bloated guest who had been soaked in water.
"Hello, I'll take you to your seat."
As soon as the bloated guest opened his mouth, a large amount of turbid water overflowed from his throat and he spat on the ground. If he looked carefully, he could see that something was squirming in the puddle.
“My girlfriend and I were here last year, can you take me to that seat?”
Kong Zaichang's smile did not change and he responded humbly.
They went further and further away.
Jiang Yao withdrew his gaze.
This guest was drowned. Judging from his body shape and exposed bones, he was about thirty years old. Wearing a suit, but the fabric is poor, the kind of cheap suit you can buy at a street stall...
Of course this has nothing to do with her anymore.
The second guest entered the restaurant shortly after they left.
'roller'
The wheelchair rolled, and a bloated body like a huge glutinous rice ball occupied Jiang Yao's field of vision.
The wheelchair, which was bulkier than the previous one, made a creaking sound and was nearly three meters wide. Fortunately, the door of the restaurant was wide enough, otherwise the glutinous rice ball-like guest would not be able to get in or out.
"Ho ho..."
The huge dumpling made a dull gasping sound, and behind the wheelchair stood a lean man wearing sunglasses.
Jiang Yao was stunned for only a second, and walked over with long legs, fast and big steps. The cheongsam that was open to the middle of his thighs was lifted by the wind, and in the dim warm yellow candlelight, it was coated with a layer of honey-like alluring luster.
"Good evening, two guests."
In essence, his eyes, which were stickier than the eyes on the top of his head, were fixed on her thighs.
The fat man in the wheelchair stretched out his dark tongue and licked the crowded mouths. He seemed clumsy, but in fact he stretched out his hand dexterously to touch her legs.
Jiang Yao avoided it in time, and the next second when the glutton showed an angry expression, he came closer and spoke softly.
"Guest, it's not convenient here, let's find a seat first~"
The coquettish tone, so melodious and pathos, made the glutton's ears numb.
He took a few deep breaths and said in a rough voice: "Find, find a secluded seat."
Those lustful eyes were staring straight at her legs and body, and he was already stripping her clothes clean in his mind.
Jiang Yao shyly patted him.
For gluttons, intensity is the same as taste.
The man in sunglasses standing like a statue behind the wheelchair turned a blind eye to this scene and pushed the wheelchair.
After she changed clothes and came out of the dressing room, the live broadcast started, and the barrage kept scrolling in front of her eyes.
[Holy shit, Sister Yao looks so beautiful in this outfit! ! 】
[That shy and coquettish look of refusing to welcome you...I have lost my family! 】
[Everyone, take a look at the cover of the live broadcast room. You still understand us. 】
[I just came to the live broadcast room. Is this an erotic live broadcast room? 】
[So vulgar... This player is trying to please others...]
