The runaway Cinderella of the billionaire president

It turned out that the foreman had called Zhou Yian a few days ago to urge him to come to work. After learning that Zhou Yian owed the company a lot of money, he strongly suggested that Zhou Yian go to work in the public relations department.

When it was first mentioned, Zhou Yian was resistant, but later she had to compromise with life. The huge medical bills overwhelmed her head, which she had once held high, and forced her to bow her head. The feeling of powerlessness made her feel as if she was trapped in endless darkness, with no hope in sight.

Although she compromised, it does not mean that she has given in. She has her own bottom line and principles, which is not to accompany drinking or go out. She does not want to use her body to exchange for money. This is her bottom line.

As for why the Public Relations Department noticed Zhou Yian and strongly recommended her to work in the department, Zhou Yian didn't think much about it. Maybe it was just because she was young and beautiful, or maybe they just wanted to make the best use of her and want her to make more money for the company. She didn't know that behind all this, there was someone weaving a web, waiting for the right time to close the net and catch her, her self-esteem and pride in one fell swoop.

As soon as Zhou Yian started work, she went to the public relations department to hand over her work. After giving Zhou Yian a simple training, the foreman assigned her work.

Because Zhou Yian is different from others, she only accepts singing and chatting to liven up the atmosphere, and not drinking is a big limitation. The public relations supervisor told her before that when she is brought out, the customers will be informed in advance that she does not drink. If this is explained in advance, both parties will have room for choice.

"Foreman, is it really okay for me not to drink?" Zhou Yian asked a little worriedly, because her alcohol tolerance was really not that good. When the foreman suggested that she come to the public relations department, she made this clear.

"Of course you can. You don't know how pretty and adorable your face is. You'll be the most eye-catching one if you just stand there. Even if you don't drink, people will still be willing to order."

"Besides, everyone has their own preferences. Some guests don't like to drink, and they like to find someone to liven up the atmosphere, sing songs and chat. We won't hide the fact that you don't drink. Just tell the guests in advance. It's a matter of Zhou Yu fighting Huang Gai, one willing to fight and the other willing to be beaten. Don't worry, I'll take care of everything." The foreman saw that Zhou Yian was a little bit reluctant to back out, and couldn't help but persuade her earnestly. She didn't want to lose the duck she had in her hands again. A girl with outstanding looks like Zhou Yian would definitely help her improve her performance a lot.

"Then I'll give it a try." Although the foreman kept giving her assurances, Zhou Yian was still a little nervous because she was unsure.

"Yes, let's try it first. Just think about it, you are a waiter, and it will take you forever to pay off your debt with that little salary. Even if you work yourself to death, it won't be enough to pay off your debt."

"This society is very realistic. People laugh at the poor but not at prostitutes. You..." The foreman became more and more excited and a little outspoken.

"I'm not a prostitute, I don't sell my body." Zhou Yian interrupted her firmly and looked at her with a determined gaze.

The foreman seemed a little embarrassed by her look, and it was not easy to continue, so he could only say vaguely: "I know, I know, I am just making an analogy. Don't mind, you can just go in with them when I call you later."

Zhou Yian sat in the dressing room, watching them each putting on delicate makeup and dressing up in brightly coloured clothes, like a peacock spreading its tail, showing their most beautiful side.

Looking at myself again, I was wearing a long black down jacket, blue straight jeans, and white flat shoes. I looked so plain that I was totally out of place compared to them.

However, what she didn't know was that although her outfit was not gorgeous, it was outstanding enough. The simple and elegant outfit gave people a feeling of calmness, comfort and tranquility, and her face without makeup was cold and beautiful.

"Come here, everyone who has finished, go to private room No. 1. The boss has come to place an order, so hurry up." The foreman opened the door, stuck his head in, and shouted loudly.

Many people walked out after hearing the shouting. Zhou Yian looked around at the people in confusion, sat on a stool and watched them rush out, hesitating whether he should follow them.

A woman who was still putting on makeup next to him saw Zhou Yian sitting still and kindly reminded him, "Aren't you going over? Box 1."

Zhou Yian blushed and asked a little embarrassedly: "Is this also divided into levels like the waiters?"

"Of course. The difference between here and the waiter is that you can choose which private room to go to. You know, the higher the level of the room, the higher the quality of the guests in the room, and the more generous the guests are, the higher the tips they give." The woman carefully pressed her eyelashes in front of the mirror without even looking at Zhou Yian.

"Zhou Yian, why are you still sitting there? Come here quickly." When the foreman saw that Zhou Yian didn't come over, he trotted over to call her.

When I entered box number one, I saw that they were all standing in a row, as neatly as merchandise placed on a shelf for people to choose from.

She had seen such scenes countless times when she was a waitress, but she was always a bystander. It was not until today that she became an insider and became one of the commodities that she realized how terrible this feeling was.

Although she was already standing with them, every cell in her body was clamoring in resistance. Her body was stiff and uncomfortable, as if her hands were not hands and her feet were not feet. She quietly hid back. Although she had prepared herself mentally before, at this moment she suddenly wanted to escape.

There were several men and women sitting in the box. One of them was a middle-aged man with a big belly, who was enthusiastically urging others to order girls. "Come on, it's my treat. You should have a good time when you come. Those of you who didn't bring a female companion, order one. Don't be polite." As he said this, he was trying to pull them forward to choose. Several people pushed each other and pretended to be very polite.

"How can I do this? Mr. Wang, I'm sorry to have made you spend money." These men pretended to refuse, but they refused verbally while moving forward. Their bodies were more honest than their words, and soon everyone had chosen the person they liked.

Several men's eyes lit up when they saw Zhou Yian and wanted to ask her out, but they backed off when they heard that she didn't drink with them or work as a prostitute. The purpose of going out for fun is to have fun, and she was spoiling their fun.

Zhou Yian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, glad that he was not selected.

"Hey, Mr. Chen, why don't you go up and pick a girl to accompany you? There's no point in just sitting there drinking alone." The middle-aged man turned around and saw a young man drinking alone in an inconspicuous corner. He went up to him and pulled him to choose a girl as well.

"No, no, thank you Uncle Li, I like to be alone." The young man tried to pry the man's hands open, but the man did not give him the chance and pushed him forward.

"Hey, Mr. Chen, why are you being so polite? If you want to make a living, you have to learn how to drink and socialize. How can Mr. Chen trust the family business to you with your condition? If you don't order, you are not giving face to me, your uncle Li." The middle-aged man looked displeased and began to take advantage of his seniority and lecture the young man based on their seniority.

The young man's struggle was in vain, with deep helplessness in his eyes. He could only move to the front with the middle-aged man, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and prepare to just pick someone at random to deal with him perfunctorily.