The years when I was an old man

Sister Yan is very eloquent, and she mobilizes her words.

Then he made this group of applicants ready to talk.

It seemed that as soon as the door opened for business, beautiful women and a lot of banknotes flew towards them.

There was a young man in his 20s, his face was reddish, and he asked Sister Yan excitedly:

"Sister Yan, how much is our salary? I saw that the job advertisement said that it was no less than 1 yuan per month. Is it true?"

"Cut, 1 yuan?"

Sister Yan dismissed it.

"You, that's all you can do. 1 yuan is still called money in our Huangping? I tell you, listen carefully. Our company has no basic salary, and neither food nor housing is included. But every month, the income It will definitely not be less than 1 yuan..."

As he spoke, he looked at a male PR at the table and asked:

"Xiao Dai, tell them, how much did you earn last month?"

The man named Xiaodai poked his neck and said proudly:

"Not much, I only made twenty-seven thousand..."

Twenty-seven thousand?

As soon as the words came out, the applicants immediately showed their eyes.

You know, don't talk about this era.

Even after ten years, this salary will definitely be considered a high salary.

"He's not the most. The most we earned last month was seventy-six thousand. That's not counting the gifts from the guests. If you add them up, it's worth [-]!"

One hundred thousand?

a month?

The group of people who applied for the job were even more excited.

"Okay, I've said everything I need to say. You can try the stage tonight. Come on, everyone pay the deposit first. One thousand and five per person!"

When the deposit was mentioned, the crowd who were talking excitedly just now fell silent.

They all looked at Miss Yan puzzled.

Sister Yan frowned, and immediately said:

"What are you looking at me for? This little money, I worked hard to earn it back overnight. Besides, we collect this deposit because we are afraid that if you stop working for a few days, you will hook up my customers and run away. This is a guarantee That's all. As long as you normally work for half a year, the deposit will be refunded to you. But it has been agreed in advance that if you do not work for half a year, you will not do it. The deposit is non-refundable..."

I listened, and couldn't help laughing in my heart.

This girl is really talented.

No wonder the decoration of this KTV is so poor, and they are desperately recruiting public relations.

This is an obvious routine of eight generals under a thousand families.

The trick is to bet money.

But I still can't figure it out, Sister Yan guarantees that everyone will have a box.

Those people should have an income when they get into the box.

Then what reason did Sister Yan use to not give these people money?

After talking, someone took the lead to pay the deposit.

I followed suit and paid 500 yuan.

And on a thick phone book, write down the name and phone number.

Sister Yan finally handed the number book to Huang Mao.

I glanced at the thick directory, and it seems that there are quite a few applicants here.

A total of seventeen or eighteen people applied for the job.There were twelve or thirteen people who paid.

The rest of the people left without paying.

At 08:30 in the evening, KTV starts operating.

These newcomers and I are in the lounge.

After a while, the manager called us to try the stage.

It's interesting to think about it, I used to go to night shows.

It's all about me looking at the rows of beauties and picking people at will.

But now, I have become a male publicist, and I am chosen by others.

Follow the manager into a box.

I saw three women in their 50s and [-]s sitting inside.

Ordinary looks, ordinary clothes.

Even the wine and fruit plate ordered on the coffee table are ordinary.

It's just a cheap small bottle of Harbin beer, and some snacks like melon seeds, which are the most common in the venue.

A dozen people stood in a row, and the three women glanced at them and began to count people.

I don't think it's surprising that I'm among these people.

Unexpectedly, it was hit by a fat woman.

I and two other publicists will accompany these three together.

The two of them, let's call them A and B.

After sitting down for a while, A poured wine for one of the women.

I don't know if it's the nervousness or the excitement of just entering the industry.

When pouring wine, the wine accidentally spilled a little on the table.

Holding a tissue, A is just about to wipe the table.

Unexpectedly, the woman he accompanied suddenly stood up.

Pointing at A, he cursed loudly:

"You bastard, you can't even pour wine. You are such a waste, you still have the face to sit here? Get out of here..."

A was dumbfounded.

But B wanted to persuade her, so he immediately said to the woman:

"Sister, calm down. We've just entered this business, and we don't quite understand it yet. Come, let me pour you some wine!"

As he spoke, he went over to grab the wine bottle.

But as soon as he moved, he heard a "pop".

The woman actually gave him a sharp slap in the face.

With a slap, B was stunned.

And the woman was still angry, and cursed:

"What are you, you dare to persuade me? Get out, get out with him!"

Neither A nor B dared to speak anymore.

The two lowered their heads and left the box aggrieved.

The three women are still cursing, saying that the service here is too bad and so on.

While talking, the fat woman suddenly turned her head and looked at me angrily.

Judging by that posture, he was trying to vent his anger on me.

Just as she was about to speak, I suddenly stretched out my hand, pointed at her and said:

"Don't do anything, and don't swear at others. Otherwise, if I fight back, you must be the ones who suffer..."

When I said this, the three women were stunned.

I ignored them and went straight out of the box.

Now I completely understand what kind of routine Sister Yan is.

She said that she was guaranteed to be in the box, which is not a lie.

It's just that when she got into the box, she arranged in advance, such as these three women.

They will use all kinds of excuses to drive you out.

When you go to sister Yan, she will scold you for offending customers.

After a few days, these applicants couldn't bear this kind of torture.

In addition, there is no food or housing included here, and there is no basic salary.

Without them chasing him away, he left in a hurry.

This kind of routine was rare around 2000.

But within a few years, it became popular.

It's just that I didn't expect it to be today, more than 20 years later.

This routine still exists.

There are also a large number of men who dream of soft food, planted on it.

After going out, I first sent a message.

Then, he went to find the yellow hair.

The roll call book in his hand is still somewhat useful to me.

Went to the rest room, Huang Mao was sitting on the dirty sofa.

One person watched the DVD of "Young and Dangerous" with relish.

Seeing me enter the door, he asked a little puzzled:

"What are you doing here?"

I walked over, took out a box of Zhonghua Cigarettes, put it in front of him, and said directly:

"I'm here to ask you to borrow something!"

Huang Mao glanced at Yan, and his attitude immediately eased a lot.

"Tell me, borrow what?"

"Call the roster!"