Assigning work was neither difficult nor easy.
If the store manager was rather lazy, it would roughly amount to saying, "Go take good care of the customers," rather than, "This is how you should take care of the customers."
Jiang Han, Li Yun, and Du Ningzhuang sat in a row behind the water dispenser... no, the bar counter, all tilting their heads in unison as they watched Store Manager Qin Shunying sitting with another witch. After calling the witch over, the manager gave her meticulous instructions:
"Your customer, Miss Qi, will be coming. When you receive her, give her sensible advice about her health. Urge her not to drink egg wine or flower wine, and act as though you genuinely care about her well-being."
Store Manager Qin Shunying's eyes gleamed, and her entire body seemed to shine with the supreme radiance of the service industry:
"A woman like her is probably the type who works overtime until two in the morning, utterly worn out in body and mind, yet still has to smile and play with her children when she gets home, then sleeps back to back with her equally exhausted wife without longing for each other. She lacks love and concern. And those two things, I trust you can give her, Miss Qiao? Remember, don't urge her to buy expensive wine. Melt her with tenderness, and let her ask the price herself."
Miss Qiao, seductive in appearance but pure at heart, shrank back a little uneasily and asked with flushed cheeks:
"Th-this... isn't that..."
"Isn't that good?" Qin Shunying tapped her long pipe and asked in puzzlement, "Miss Qiao, may I ask—are you going to sleep with her?"
"No..."
"Then may I ask whether you'll swindle her money, or show up at her door with an eight-month-old Witch Egg