What I Hate Most Is People Who Only Say Half of What They Mean

"What benefit do you want?"

Liu Zheng asked in return.

"How could I be the one to say something like that? Just so you know, I don't want money."

The elevator attendant giggled.

"Not money, huh."

He pondered as he looked at the elevator attendant's face, which had taken two hours to make up.

"Then I'll find someone to teach you makeup."

He suddenly said.

"What a clever man, thinking of that right away. But who are you planning to find to teach me? Don't tell me it'll be you?"

The elevator attendant asked.

"I know a few friends who work at the Bathhouse. Their whole race is full of beauties, and they're skilled at makeup. Once you get off work, go to Yakuza Sento. Give them my name, and they'll receive you."

"You probably aren't very happy working here either, are you?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"It's fine. Work is work. There's no such thing as being happy or unhappy."

The elevator attendant lowered her gaze and spoke blandly.

"Then you can relax over there too, while you're at it. You can also get a feel for the working atmosphere and pay. If you're interested, I can recommend you for a job there."

"Trying to lure me away the first time we meet? You really are a bad man."

The elevator attendant said with a half-smile.

"It's voluntary. Forget it if you don't want to."

He said.

"I never said I didn't want to. I'll go take a look first."

The elevator attendant pouted.

"Haha, alright."

Liu Zheng looked at her indulgently.

She was only sixteen. In the real world, she would still have been a child.

Of course, that only applied to girls. Sixteen-year-old boys could already be more destructive than many adult men.

"So, am I your friend