There was something wrong with the wine!
Bai Miaomiao stared closely into Su Yi's eyes. His gaze was perfectly clear.
No matter how well someone could hold their liquor, there was absolutely no way they could be in this state after nine bottles of red wine.
Hearing her say that, Su Yi stopped and handed her the last bottle. He said nothing, but his eyes really left nothing more to be said.
If you think there's something wrong with the wine, drink it yourself!
Bai Miaomiao glared at Su Yi and snatched the red wine from his hand. Copying him, she tilted her head back and began gulping it down.
The moment the first mouthful went down her throat, Bai Miaomiao realized there was actually nothing wrong with the wine!!
That gulping left her choking and coughing repeatedly. After setting the bottle on the table, her expression grew even stranger.
If the wine was real, how had Su Yi managed to drink nine bottles in a row?
Without giving it much thought, Su Yi picked up the bottle again, put it to his lips, and started pouring it down his throat.
"You!" Bai Miaomiao's beautiful eyes went wide. She had never expected Su Yi to pick up the very bottle she had just drunk from and carry on drinking.
That bottle had her saliva on it.
Did this count as intermittent kissing?
For as long as Bai Miaomiao could remember, she had never had any overly intimate interaction with a man.
Su Yi's action made her pretty face burn despite herself, though she did not know whether it was because of the wine she had just drunk.
Whatever the case, Bai Miaomiao felt offended.
"Finished!" Su Yi set the empty bottle on the table and looked at Bai Miaomiao with a smile.
Ten thousand a bottle. A hundred thousand for ten!
This money was a little too easy to earn.
Before Bai Miaomiao could speak, Zhang Ting strode over, poured a glass of wine, and said, "Miss Bai, today is Su Yi's first day, and he doesn't quite know how to behave. I apologize on his behalf. As for that bet you were joking about earlier, let's forget it. There really isn't anything worth competing over. Our bar has rules. Su Yi can't accept any more money from you."
Zhang Ting could read the situation clearly. Bai Miaomiao was obviously no ordinary person. The wine she had wanted to order earlier was far from cheap. There was naturally no reason someone should spend money at their bar only to be upset as well.
If Su Yi won a hundred thousand, offended Bai Miaomiao, and then decided he had money and quit, that would truly be losing the lady and the troops as well.
The best approach was to stop Su Yi from accepting the money and give Bai Miaomiao a way to step down gracefully.
Bai Miaomiao was already angry, and her feelings were extremely complicated. Hearing Zhang Ting say this, she no longer insisted. She rolled her eyes at Su Yi and said, "Then I won't give it to you!"
"Even if you offered it, I wouldn't necessarily take it." A faint, elusive smile always lingered on Su Yi's face.
If he did not say things like that, he looked quite charming. But once he said it, even Zhang Ting felt he was provoking her.
"You're the owner, right?" Bai Miaomiao glanced at Zhang Ting and said through clenched teeth, "I don't want to see him right now. Tell him to go somewhere far away!"
"I'm terribly sorry. It really is his first day. I'll teach him properly." Zhang Ting kept apologizing while signaling Su Yi with her eyes. "Su Yi, come with me," she said coldly.
Su Yi obediently followed Zhang Ting away from booth K8.
"Su Yi, didn't you say you knew how to sweet-talk women?" Zhang Ting complained. "Is this how you treat customers?"
Su Yi blinked and said, "I never said I knew how to sweet-talk women. Isn't my job selling wine? That counted as selling ten bottles just now, didn't it?"
For a moment, Zhang Ting was actually left speechless. Normally, getting female customers at a bar to buy wine required not only good looks, but also a sweet tongue and the ability to charm them.
Someone like Su Yi had nearly made Bai Miaomiao explode with anger just now.
But there was also no denying that he had sold ten bottles of premium red wine on his very first order.
With his first sale totaling a hundred and sixty thousand, Su Yi had broken the bar's record.
If Zhang Ting had not intervened just now, Su Yi might even have earned another hundred thousand for himself.
Yet Su Yi's expression remained calm, as though he had not taken what had just happened to heart.
Zhang Ting let out a heavy breath and said, "Anyway, whatever you do, don't offend customers again. I'll give you a ten-percent commission on this order, which is sixteen thousand. It'll be paid at the end of the month along with your wages."
She had also seen what made Su Yi exceptional. You could search with a lantern and still not find another young man like him.
"Go keep the customers at Little He's table company for now," Zhang Ting instructed. "I'll say it again: don't offend the customers. If a male customer joins the table you're entertaining, try to find an excuse to leave. Don't steal his limelight."
Zhang Ting's bar also had private rooms. Female customers who came looking for handsome men generally would not spend their time in the main hall.
To put it bluntly, women who came to the Sober Bar looking for young men were basically unbearably lonely. It was practically impossible for them not to do something.
The line of work Su Yi was in was called being a male host.
But Zhang Ting had her own rules, too. The rich women who came to have fun at her bar knew that if they wanted to sleep with those young men, they had to rely on their own abilities. If throwing money at them did not work, they could not use force.
Of course, men who had truly swallowed their pride to do this would not refuse a customer's requests as long as they were paid.
Zhang Ting had seen far too much over the years. In nightlife, it was not so easy for men to earn those rich women's money.
Some rich women were fat, ugly, and old, with plenty of demands. They might even do humiliating things. But as long as a man could endure it, the money he earned in one night would be enough to splurge with.
"Su Yi, work hard. I have high hopes for you," Zhang Ting said. "I'll pick some young, pretty female customers for you. If you don't want to sleep with them, just hold firm to your own bottom line. If there's any trouble, I'll help you resolve it."
Zhang Ting had no intention of forcing Su Yi. He looked so young; he was probably still studying. If a young man like him were put through the wringer by those rich women, it would probably leave him with psychological scars.
"Thank you, Sister Ting." Su Yi nodded to Zhang Ting, then followed her to Little He's table.
The female customers at Little He's table were all women only around thirty. They glittered with jewels: tacky, but affluent!
The moment these women saw Su Yi, their eyes began to shine.
They shone even more brightly than men's eyes did at the sight of a beautiful woman.
They were undoubtedly all wealthy, and quite a few were married, but their men were no longer young either.
Once certain men got older, their combat prowess naturally could no longer satisfy them.
As the saying went, meeting you at your fiercest when I'm at mine.
Men like Su Yi and Little He were at their fiercest age. Once Zhang Ting finished introducing them, these rich women clamored to go sing in a private room. As for what was on their minds, probably only they knew.