Potent CEO, Check Yourself

Sipping a mouthful of tea, Sister Hong smiled. "Alright, then let's go to work. Let's go to the locker room together, I'll give you my work clothes." Hearing her words, elder sister Hong didn't make things difficult for her and directly made her go to work.

It was an extremely short swan dress, and when Red handed it to her, for a moment she really wanted to refuse the job.

Her eyes were fixated on the white swan dress. She remembered that the first time she saw such a dress was on TV. At that time, she felt that it was very beautiful.

It was a classic ballerina costume.

But at this moment, when she saw this extremely short swan dress, all that remained was disgust.

But this was her work clothes, and she had to wear them.

"In late autumn, as long as you promise to sell three bottles of this wine a day, your guaranteed salary will be obtained. And the one who sells more than three bottles is your cut, so half of the profits will be given to you."

She laughed. She already knew that the so-called half of the smoking percentage was completely fake. How much of the foreign wine's profit would that not be decided by the boss?

As a result, half of the profits they said out loud were simply too little.

"Alright, I understand."

"Since you have no objections, then go and change into your work clothes."

"Alright." She quickly changed into the white swan dress in the locker room.

It was a beautiful dress, but it was a pity about its living environment. When the short and thin cloth hung on his body, Zhong Wanqiu even felt that he had desecrated the beauty of a swan.

He tugged at the corner of his skirt, but it was unable to cover his exposed thigh.

Didn't you already see others wear it?

Even after looking at it so many times, she still couldn't get used to such a short skirt.

Looking at her reflection in the mirror, Zhong Wanqiu sucked in a deep breath. This was her choice, so she had to get used to it.

Pushing the door open, she saw that the bar was already filled with people. She had heard that business was good here, and that was why she chose it. Business was business because of numbers.

"Sir, do you need red wine?" She stood in front of the changing room door for a long time. Finally, she decided to take the first step in her career of drinking.

The man waved his hand. "No, I want whisky."

"Alright." She signaled the waiter to bring the whiskey, but the boss was very shrewd. This kind of wine that customers drank often was not one of their products.

He gathered up his courage and walked past three guests in quick succession, but what he got in return was what they called "NO".

Dressed in a swan dress, she was like a pet as she wandered around the bar. Suddenly, her arm tightened, and a man grabbed her bare white arm. The sudden strength of the move made the wine on the dragnet fall to the ground, and she wanted to reach out to catch it, but she was pulled further and further away by the man pulling her arm.

The moment that bottle of wine fell to the ground, over a thousand dollars would be gone.

She was going to pay for it.

This was clearly written in black and white when they signed the contract not long ago.

God, she hadn't made a penny yet, but now she was going to lose money.

She watched in horror as the bottle of red wine fell. Her heart felt as if it was falling along with the wine. It was so heavy that she found it hard to breathe.

All of a sudden, just as he was lamenting, an elegant and slender hand magically grabbed the bottle of red wine. "Miss, be careful."