She now only had three days.
If she could gather three hundred thousand, she could buy another month’s time.
“Mu Anran, come on, you can do it!” She took a deep breath and walked towards the crowd with her trademark smile.
Mu Anran was very intelligent.
In this bar, where low-cut and belly-showing outfits were the norm, she chose a tight-fitting little girl outfit that subtly revealed her slim waist.
Beneath the ultra-short skirt, her legs were long and straight.
With her pretty and innocent face, she was truly a breath of fresh air in the Night Club.
Thus, since she arrived at Night Club, she quickly usurped Hebe’s position as the queen of alcohol sales.
In the past, Hebe wouldn’t have given Manager Huang, that fat pig, the time of day, but now she had also fallen to the point where she had to trade her body for money.
“Little girl, if you drink with me, I’ll open a bottle of Louis XIII.”
Mu Anran didn’t hesitate at all and directly picked up the glass near her, drinking it all in one gulp, “Your Louis XIII.”
“Ha, you’ve got spirit!
How about this, sit down and drink a few with us.
There are six of us here and each of us will open a bottle for you.”
Mu Anran’s lips curled up into a seductive smile, “Big brother, such expensive liquor would be wasted on me.
You enjoy it slowly, and call me if you need more!”
Once you start keeping company for drinks, there’s no turning back, and it would constantly put her in danger.
This was something Mu Anran understood clearly.
The liquor she had consumed churned in her stomach, and Mu Anran was not good at holding her liquor.
After making a round, she skillfully avoided those groping hands, but her stomach suffered terribly.
She sold close to one hundred and fifty thousand worth of alcohol that night, and she had already vomited two or three times.
“Hebe, if this continues, we won’t need to be in business anymore; she’s taken everything,” a resentful female bartender ran over to complain to Hebe.
If it hadn’t been for the compromising situation earlier, which led her to barely open two bottles of alcohol, Hebe would have ended up with nothing.
But compared to Mu Anran’s performance, her two bottles were nothing.
New grudges added to old ones, her eyes flashed with malice, “Once a whore, always a whore.
Wait until I tear her face apart and see how she pretends to be innocent.”
When Mu Anran emerged from the bathroom, her legs were already somewhat weak, and she began to see double images.
She knew she couldn’t drink anymore and was about to head to the resting room when she was abruptly stopped by Hebe, who approached her face to face.
“Just can’t get rid of you!”
Mu Anran frowned and turned to walk around her.
But before she could take a step, Hebe grabbed her by the arm, “Anran, I see you’re working so hard today, you must really need money.
After all, we’re colleagues, let me offer you a job that can make some money.”
Before Mu Anran could refuse, Hebe gestured to two female bartenders who grabbed Mu Anran from both sides and headed towards the upstairs private room.
“Let go of me!” Mu Anran’s steps faltered, unable to break free, and she was pulled into the second-floor VIP Prince’s private room by Hebe’s people.
The deafening music nearly exploded her brain.
Hebe grabbed Mu Anran’s jaw, forcing her to look up, “Young Master Zhu, didn’t you want something fresh?
What do you think of the one I brought you?”
Zhu Dachang who had his head buried in another woman’s chest raised his head at the sight of Mu Anran, and a flash of amazement crossed his eyes.