No matter how careful she'd been, Shen Han couldn't escape this fate!
Given past experience, she knew without asking why this money had been deducted.
She was tempted to put away her glasses and call her wife to explain.
But after so thought, she realized such matters tend to get worse the more one explains.
'I might end up getting another 50,000 docked while trying to explain.'
After consideration, she took off her glasses and secretly pulled out her personal phone to send Gu Junwan a text ssage.
[Waaah, wife cuddles~]
Gu Junwan didn't reply.
At 6 PM, Shen Han headed to the entertainnt center with her four team mbers.
All four could sense their captain's mood seed off today.
Gloomy and sowhat lancholic.
Driven by curiosity, one special operations soldier asked, "Captain Shen, has sothing happened with the operation?"
Shen Han shook her head.
She couldn't possibly tell others about her wife docking her pay out of jealousy.
"Everyone stay alert. The enemy hasn't made a move these past two days. They might be planning sothing big. We can't let our guard down."
Hearing their captain's words, all four mbers nodded in unison.
At the sa ti, they found it strange: The only one looking dispirited is you.
The group moved leisurely, entering the entertainnt center just before 7 PM.
Shen Han went to the main hall's dance floor area, about to ask the bartender if Yan Ni had co in today.
A graceful figure was already walking towards her.
"Manager Shen."
Hearing the call, Shen Han paused her inquiry to the bartender and looked towards the voice.
The newcor was another Oga responsible for promoting drinks.
She wore exquisite makeup, had a tall and well-proportioned figure, and wore a black dress, exuding an aloof aura.
Shen Han thought briefly and quickly recalled the woman's information.
She couldn't quite rember the na, but knew this person belonged to another Manager Zhang's team, consistently perford well, and outranked Yan Ni considerably.
Confirming she had no prior interaction with this person, Shen Han politely nodded: "Yes? What is it?"
The aloof Oga approached Shen Han and, without preamble, stuffed a roll of bills into her hand.
"Don't force yourself to do things you don't want to. Here's 2,000 yuan for ergencies. No need to pay it back."
With that, the Oga turned and left.
Her black skirt swayed, exuding a mix of grace and allure.
Shen Han looked down at the roll of bills tied with a rubber band in her hand, feeling her scalp about to explode.
She hurriedly chased after the woman: "Wait! Hold on! I don't need this!"
The Oga stopped and turned, saying coolly: "Are you looking down on ?"
Shen Han was at a loss for words.
The bartender behind the counter watched the two enviously.
The four team mbers accompanying Shen Han were also dumbfounded.
The aloof Oga flashed a smile, half serious and half joking: "When Manager Shen makes it big, rember to take care of big sister's business, okay?"
With that, she turned again and left the dance floor area.
At this mont, Shen Han's phone in her pocket vibrated.
She nervously ran to a secluded corner, took off her detective glasses, and checked her screen to find another 50,000 yuan deduction notice!
Shen Han stared wide-eyed, on the verge of tears.
In that instant, she desperately wanted to smash the detective glasses on the floor and stomp them to pieces.
But she didn't dare, so she could only put them back on her nose and force herself to approach the bar to ask the bartender the na of that Oga, intending to return the money later.
Hearing Manager Shen inquire about the woman, the bartender seed very surprised: "Huh? Manager Shen, you don't know her? Sister Yawen is our top hostess!"
Shen Han inwardly wept: Why should I know her? I've already been docked pay for not knowing her!
Back in the managers' rest room, Shen Han imdiately put both sums of money she'd received into an envelope and handed it to the female Alpha on her team.
"Help
return this money to Yan Ni and Yawen. I've written their nas on the envelope. Also, find out what's happened these past two days. Why are they suddenly pulling this stunt?"
The female Alpha was stunned: Two of them? So another girl nad Yan Ni also gave Captain Shen money?
She had gone undercover at the entertainnt center the day Shen Han passed her interview and knew most of the Oga hostesses here worked out of necessity.
She also knew how difficult it was for low-level service staff to save money.
Yet now, Ogas were actively giving Shen Han money!
Though the amount wasn't large, given the nightclub environnt, it was quite extraordinary.
Of course, while curious, she wouldn't pry by asking questions.
She took the envelope and left.
Since Wei Hai's last incident where he'd been dealt with, he'd been avoiding Shen Han, not even daring to enter the managers' rest room for fear of encountering that "killing god."
The other Manager Zhang was quite mysterious. Rumor had it he was at the entertainnt center almost daily, but Shen Han rarely encountered him.
For various reasons, the managers' rest room was now frequently used only by Shen Han, almost like her private office.
To be safe, Shen Han decided not to go out on rounds that night.
She instructed the two special operations soldiers: "One of you patrol, the other guard the door. Don't let any more Ogas in! If there's urgent business, you can relay it."
The two acknowledged and quickly left to their duties after a brief discussion.
Seeing the three teammates leave, the man with the scar on his earlobe hesitantly spoke up: "Manager Shen, I think you don't need to keep everyone at arm's length like this."
"You can always return the money imdiately anyway. Why not open the door and let them co? Building connections isn't a bad thing."
When in the entertainnt center, the tactical team mbers were very careful with their words.
They wouldn't address Shen Han as "Captain," and when discussing business, they kept it brief. Even if overheard, it wouldn't arouse suspicion.
For instance, this team mber's underlying aning was that taking this opportunity to connect with low-level staff would benefit their intelligence gathering.
Shen Han naturally understood his implication.
She sighed inwardly before speaking earnestly: "Building connections isn't bad, but so connections are best avoided. Water can float a boat or capsize it. Understand?"
The team mber thought seriously for a mont before honestly shaking his head: "I don't really understand."
Shen Han gestured for him to boil water for tea, remarking: "Not understanding is actually quite good. At least it's happier that way."
Internally, she added: At least you won't suddenly have 100,000 yuan of pay docked.
They had just sat down to drink so tea when the rest room door was pushed open.
Shen Han looked up sharply, relaxing only when she saw it was one of the stall lackeys.
"What is it? Is there a problem with the wonton stall?"
The lackey waved his hands: "No, no, business is great! I ca to ask for your opinion. Sumr's coming, and we want to start selling barbecue too. What do you think?"
Shen Han relaxed against her chair, smiling at him: "Whatever decision you all make is fine. You don't need my approval."
"As long as you're not squandering money, feel free to try new things. You don't have to stick to selling barbecue like I ntioned before."
They chatted briefly about expanding the business before the lackey prepared to leave and help at the stall.
Before leaving, he suddenly reached into his inner pocket and pulled out a small food packaging bag, respectfully placing it on the table in front of Shen Han.
"Manager Shen, there's so money in here. It's from a few Ogas who often eat wontons at our stall. It's not much, but it's their goodwill. They were afraid you wouldn't accept it, so they asked
to be their representative."
As he spoke, the lackey beca a bit embarrassed.
Scratching his face, he continued: "Oh right, they also asked
to tell you that this money is all clean. Please don't look down on it. Ah, what nice girls they are."
Shen Han, who had been sipping tea while leaning back in her chair, nearly spat it out upon hearing this.
She stared blankly at the transparent food bag on the table, filled with small denomination bills of various colors.
At a glance, it looked to be about 2,000 yuan!
Shen Han shifted her gaze to glare at the lackey standing before her: "What grudge is this? No, how could you just accept their money like that?"
The lackey hadn't expected Manager Shen to react so strongly.
He figured the Ogas pooling money must have hurt Manager Shen's pride!
It was understandable. Being a sugar baby wasn't exactly glamorous.
Now that rumors of Manager Shen being mistreated by her rich sugar mommy in the Flying Dragon Phantom had spread through the nightclub, leading to spontaneous 'donations,' it was natural for her to feel uncomfortable.
Just then, one of Shen Han's phones in her pocket vibrated once.
She didn't need to check – it was most likely another deduction notice!
Shen Han sat dejectedly in her chair, on the verge of tears.
The lackey kindly reminded her: "Manager Shen, I think you got a text ssage. Don't you want to check it?"
Shen Han glanced at him, saying: "I'd better not. I'm afraid I can't handle it."
She then placed the food bag of money back in the lackey's hands, instructing: "Return this money to them for , and pass on a ssage. Have everyone spread the word."
"Of course, Manager Shen. What ssage should I convey?"
Shen Han: "Tell everyone to stop doing this. It's not easy for
to save money either. Not everyone finds it easy to save money. Thank them for , and then tell them that if anyone tries to give
money again, we're done for good! We'll never interact or speak again, that kind of thing!"
"Huh?" The lackey held the food bag carefully, asking tentatively, "Do... do you really want
to say it like that?"
Shen Han answered firmly: "Yes! Say it exactly as I told you, don't leave out a single word!"
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