God level funny comparison system

"Brother Zhang Long, you are so handsome and masculine, especially now that you are smoking, so cool. And your figure, you look very thin, but you can see people's hearts are thumping jump..."

In a room full of work clothes, Zhang Long was changing work clothes, Xia Qingtian was watching straight from behind, his eyes were shining, as if he saw a beautiful woman who was naked.

Hearing the greasy and crooked voice, Zhang Long's scalp felt numb for a while, and he quickly put on his clothes. If it wasn't for the enthusiasm of this guy, Zhang Long really wanted to hit him.

After quickly changing their clothes, under Xia Qingtian's enthusiastic leadership, the two officially headed towards the reception hall of the bar.

On the way, Xia Qingtian briefly introduced the staffing of the bar to Zhang Long. There are twelve waiters in total, plus Zhang Long and Xia Qingtian, a total of three men. They were all girls, and among the thirteen people in total, only Xia Qingtian and Zhang Long were from China, and the rest were all foreigners.

There are three foremen in total, two women and one man. Xia Qingtian is the only male foreman. There is a supervisor above the three foremen. Like the other two foremen, they are all Americans. The supervisor is the manager Qi Yaxin.

It was only then that Zhang Long realized that Xia Qingtian was a sissy for Mao, and it was really easy to be led over if she had no concentration among such a group of girls.

In addition, there are some resident singers and lead dancers in the bar. Of course, strictly speaking, these are not counted as bar staff, they are just part-time workers.

Half an hour before the official opening, all the waiters, foremen and supervisors of the bar had already assembled in the bar lobby.

The hall is very empty, with a long bar, filled with sofas and tables, surrounded by a large dance stage in the center, equipped with microphones, dance lights and other equipment.

All kinds of lights have been turned on, flickering silently, making the dim vision colorful.Outside the window, the sky outside had already dimmed, and the bar seemed to have just woken up.

The twelve waiters lined up, Zhang Long stood with the only one waiter, and the other ten girls stood on the other side of the boy.

Zhang Long looked at everyone from the corner of his eyes, and what interested Zhang Long the most was not those tall girls in black stockings, heavy makeup, and slip-back dresses, nor Xia Qingtian who was standing opposite And the other two female executives, and the American executive, but the boy standing beside him.

Of course, Zhang Long never messed around. The reason why Zhang Long was interested in this colleague was because of the boy's expression. Judging by his age, the boy was only eighteen or nineteen years old, and his immature face turned pale. The appearance is quite delicate, but there is a faint sadness between the brows, the eyes are lowered to look at the ground, standing still, anyway, how sad it is, as if someone ruined it.

Compared with the other people present, this boy looked out of place. The group of long-legged black silk girls all held their heads high, wishing that their chests would burst out, facing the charming smile, they kept looking at Xia Qingtian in front of him. Or the supervisor was winking, and the two female foremen were constantly twisting their waists and leaning against the supervisor of the United States.

As far as the length is concerned, these people seem to be okay, regardless of men and women, they are all at least above-average in appearance, and also, in this kind of place, if they are not good-looking, they really can't serve the guests.

Then, Zhang Long was called out by Xia Qingtian and made a simple self-introduction, even if he knew the rest of the people.What Zhang Long said in his self-introduction was impassioned. Although it was short, every sentence was sonorous and powerful. After applauding vigorously, only the [-]-year-old boy from the United States took a look at him, and the rest basically thought Zhang Long was nothing.

The point is, Zhang Long still introduced himself in the American language, and Zhang Long would only say one sentence when he was dead. The bad language made Zhang Long himself want to vomit, but these people present did not respond. .

"It's paralyzing, the waiters all have class discrimination." Zhang Long rolled his eyes and cursed in his heart.

"Huh," in the sea of ​​consciousness, dead to cheap snorted coldly: "Where is this, just wait and see."

They ignored Zhang Long, and Zhang Long didn't bother to talk to them. After standing back in line, he began to wander.

"Director Raul, look, the new Zhang Long will follow me." After Zhang Long entered the line, Xia Qingtian turned her head and looked at the supervisor with a smile on her face.

The supervisor named Raul looks like 27, with a strong and well-proportioned figure, wearing a black lapel suit, a pair of big blue eyes, exuding a haughty arrogance, basically pointing his nostrils at the waiters below , the blond hair is very short, standing upright on his head one by one, like a hedgehog.

"Why did you follow you? Let him follow that dumb guy to move the bar." Raul said leisurely after squinting at Xia Qingtian.

Xia Qingtian grinned, and wanted to say something, but seeing a ruthless look in Raul's eyes, he was so frightened that he quickly nodded and said no more.

Zhang Long couldn't help but look at Raul a few more times after the translation of the deadly cheap. Obviously, this guy doesn't have a good impression of him as a newcomer. The child seemed to have no status, so he was probably bullied by Raul.

Zhang Long didn't care about these things. As a male supervisor, of course he liked female subordinates, so he naturally didn't like male waiters, let alone a newcomer. It might not be fair to let Zhang Long be the supervisor.

Work? Although Zhang Long has never been in contact with it, as long as there are people, there will be unfairness.

As for the work of carrying wine, it is not the same as playing, and there is a lot of physical strength.

What interested Zhang Long was that Raul called the young man beside him with smooth blond hair and fair complexion who seemed to be malnourished. This child did not look like a mute.

But soon, Zhang Long knew why people called him that.

Raul babbled for a while, and then gave an order, and everyone started to get busy.

The first is cleaning. To put it bluntly, it is all kinds of wiping, wiping the floor, wiping the table, and wiping all kinds of lamps. It is said that everyone works collectively, but those waitresses and two female foremen spend most of their time instructing Zhang The dragon and the mute.

"Zhang Long, come here and wipe this place."

"Zhang Long, this table is not clean enough!"

"Zhang Long, go get the washing liquid and clean this place for me."

"Dumb, go up and clean that lamp. I'll check it later. If it's not clean, your salary will be deducted."

"Dumb, why is this rubbish still piled up here? Didn't you just let you throw it away last night?"

"Dumb, be careful, you're going to die, you've stained my clothes!"

……

The sharp and mean voices of the girls filled the hall, as if they followed Yihong Courtyard.

Zhang Long was depressed, didn't he mean twelve waiters, why now he felt that he and that American boy were the waiters, and the rest were fucking leaders.

Looking up at the black women who were gesticulating and directing the poor American boy around, Zhang Long grinned, took out his cigarette, lit it and smoked.

"Zhang Long, hold on, don't use force. After this task is completed, you will be promoted directly." In the sea of ​​knowledge, dead to cheap said nervously, for fear that Zhang Long would directly shoot these foreign long-legged girls to death.

"Don't worry, I generally don't hit women." Zhang Long rolled his eyes in his heart.

"Hey! Zhang Long, why are you smoking?"

"Wow, you, you, you..."

"Oh, the ground is dirty again, you, are you crazy?"

"Damn it, don't you know the waiter's rules?"

……

That group of girls, together with two female executives, a total of twelve women, after seeing Zhang Long smoking, they all surrounded him with a huff, all staring, squeezing their chests, and yelling at Zhang Long. Xiao Ming, the pungent fragrance on his body and the sharp voice made Zhang Long dizzy.

A group of girls all speak the American language, and they don't translate until they die, because there are too many people to translate. Even so, Zhang Long can feel the anger and contempt in the eyes of these guys, as if he is their family Like a babysitter, she accidentally broke someone's furniture.

"Crack!" Zhang Long jumped down from the table suddenly, raised his eyes to scan the group of women, the coldness in his eyes made the group of women stop their voices automatically, and took a step back.

"You, what's your attitude? You, a newcomer, dare to look at me like this?" A waitress called out a little vigilantly.

"It's pretty crazy. What are you crazy about? You're just a bad waiter. You can't make money like us." Another waitress said.

"I order you now to put out the cigarette butts immediately, clean up the ground, and deduct one month's salary from you." A female foreman said.

"Hehe," Zhang Long sneered, his eyes moved, and fell on Xia Qingtian who was busy counting drinks at the far bar, "Bitch! Come here!" He yelled directly in Chinese.

Really angry, and unable to do anything, Zhang Long was so angry that he didn't bother to learn American language with Shi Zhijian.