"???"
Seeing the heavy-set woman staring at Yan Huan, the young man in the white shirt following behind her said awkwardly,
"I'm sorry, Sister Chen, he's not with our shop—"
"Not with you?" The heavy-set woman's fleshy face instantly twisted into a ferocious expression as she reprimanded,
"Then couldn't you guys have put in some effort and roped him in?"
"Offer him a higher salary, were you afraid he wouldn't come?"
"Uh..." The floor manager trailing behind was in a very difficult spot.
This was the exact guy who had acted like a total lunatic, coming to the club to buy roast duck and even carrying a bazooka inside.
Now... asking him to recruit the guy as a service staff member? Why not just ask him to fly up to the heavens instead?
The chubby woman in front of them was a big-spending VIP at the club; they couldn't just leave her hanging.
After a brief internal struggle, the floor manager still mustered up his courage under the woman's gaze and walked over to Yan Huan.
"Sir."
"Um... do you happen to have a job right now?"
Yan Huan: "?"
Staring at the rather handsome-looking floor manager in front of him, Yan Huan asked,
"What's the deal, are you looking to jump ship?"
"No, no, of course not." The floor manager forced a flattering smile.
"That means you do have a job then."
"I wonder what your current salary and benefits are like."
"To be honest with you, that beautiful lady behind me..." The floor manager turned around and glanced at the moving mass of flesh:
"She seems to hold you in high regard. If you can come work for us, tips will definitely be the least of your worries."
"Does she come here to eat roast duck too?" Yan