Clients

Like Jiang Cheng, they had woken up in their respective rooms, jolted awake by the sudden ringing of an alarm.

They should have all been woken at the same time, but Jiang Cheng had chosen to observe his room for a while, which had delayed him.

"Tap."

"Tap."

"Tap."

The sharp sound of high heels came from a staircase nearby. Before long, a voluptuous woman in her mid-thirties appeared.

The moment she saw Jiang Cheng and the others, the woman complained anxiously, "Why are you all still standing here? Hurry up! How long do you think the client's been waiting? Are you trying to do business or not?"

"I'm telling you, if you still can't pay the rent next month, you'll all be sleeping on the street. Every last one of you, so don't come crawling to Wen Jie and beg." She curled her lip. "I find business for you, and you still can't be bothered to get moving. I've never seen the likes of you."

"How could that be, Wen Jie? If it weren't for your help, we'd be having a miserable time." Jiang Cheng smiled as he replied.

From the woman's words, they drew a few preliminary conclusions.

First, this woman who called herself Wen Jie was probably their landlady.

Second, their current circumstances weren't very good. More precisely, they were poor and had no money.

Third, Wen Jie had found them a client.

Wen Jie shot Jiang Cheng a reproachful look and said in a grumbling tone, "You're the only one who knows how to talk and sweet-talk Wen Jie. If I weren't doing it for your sake, I'd have kicked every last one of you out long ago. You haven't paid rent in three months. Do you think I'm running a charity?"

"Enough talk. Come with