"Where’s Anbliy?"
"Miss Gu, I’m sorry, the director has other clients today, and I’ll be the one to scent the room for you."
The other person seed unwilling to accept her apology, raised her voice in displeasure, and said, "I’ve always had the director do this for , why am I being switched to soone else?"
"But... that VIP specifically requested the director’s service, she’s a Diamond Card mber, and according to the rules, the director has to assist her first. Miss Gu, how about this, if you really want the director to do it for you, you can wait a while until the director finishes, would that work for you?"
The mbers here all have extraordinary status, and we can’t afford to offend any of these distinguished individuals, so we have to be cautious, hoping the other person won’t get upset.
The beautician humiliated herself trying to please her, but the other person was relentless, "No way, I have an event to attend tonight, I can’t wait. Go and tell her to give her slot first, I’ll cover her expenses today."
The beautician smirked condescendingly at her, as if looking at a lunatic, yet didn’t dare to show it too obviously and offend her, so she smiled apologetically and said, "Miss Gu, the other person is a Diamond mber here..."
Would soone who can open a Diamond mbership at Jinghong Club care about your paltry money?
They’re either socialites or wealthy ladies!
Every single one of them is a person of significance.
And she actually asked to talk to a Diamond mber about swapping slots, in a tone as if she was tipping a beggar, saying she’d foot the bill.
You must be out of your mind; I’m not done living yet!
"I know, so what if they’re Diamond mbers, I’m also your Platinum mber, and I co here often. Just pass the ssage, how do you know Diamond mbers aren’t stingy too? I’ve seen plenty of wealthy but tight-fisted people, haven’t you heard that the richer they are, the more stingy they beco. Maybe she’d agree to give her slot."
The senior beautician could barely maintain her smile; where the hell did this yokel co from? The people she’s talking about must be nouveau riche. All Jinghong mbers are socialites and wealthy ladies; who would stoop so low as to lose face over a bit of money.
Gu Qing, extrely impatient, handed her a business card, her face full of impatience as she said, "Take this to her, she’ll understand once she sees it."
The senior beautician glanced at the business card in her hand, feeling both frustrated and helpless, then got up to leave.
Not long after, the curtain of Jiang Nuan’s private room was pulled open, and a long-legged, slim-waisted regal lady walked in.
"Dear guest, I apologize for disturbing your rest. Here’s the situation..."
She steeled herself and relayed everything Gu Qing had said in a roundabout way, then handed the business card to Jiang Nuan.
"This is what that lady asked to bring to you."
Jiang Nuan took the card, lowered her gaze to see the two gilded characters written in a grand script—Fu Yi.
Ha!
She ca to Jinghong Club specifically to find Gu Qing to ask a question, initially wondering how she might approach her without being abrupt, but unexpectedly the other party ca to find her.
The private rooms here are separated by rosewood screens, aesthetic enough but not soundproof, and since their rooms are adjacent, she had overheard their conversation. Enmmmm... What’s there to say, she could only sigh—soone’s taste is indeed bold!
Jiang Nuan returned the business card, speaking blandly to the beautician, "Tell her, I’m willing to give up Anbliy to her, but I have one precondition: before that, she needs to find so ti to have a coffee with ."
Reviews
All reviews (0)