pjbooks Chapter 185 Now it's my turn to play.
Chapter 185 Now it's my turn to play.
Chapter 185 Now it's my turn to play.
Listening to Mia's story, Ma Jieke was deeply moved, and a sentence came to mind: You were not born in a peaceful era, but only in a peaceful country.
Are there any groups on Earth more miserable than Czech girls? Of course there are, such as child marriage and exorbitant dowries in India, female genital mutilation in Somalia, and the free market in Honduras where wives are bought and sold.
Under the oppressive environment, resistance is meaningless; only escape is the best course of action. However, girls like Mia who have the courage to run away are few and far between.
In fact, the Czech sex industry has begun to devour other industries like a virulent virus. For example, a housekeeping service company called "Crazy Cleaners" offers services where young girls with naked bottoms come to customers' homes to clean, charging as much as £150 per hour, which is nearly 1500 RMB, and the demand exceeds the supply.
The person who came up with this idea and started the company was actually a 21-year-old female college student studying economics at Charles University in Prague.
If this trend continues, we may see the emergence of professions such as "crazy nannies," "crazy tutors," and "crazy repairmen" in the future.
"Listen, Mia, I can't think of anything to comfort you." Ma Jie picked up his glass and finished the last sip of his drink. "But what I can tell you is that the reason we've come together is to create a stable environment, to avoid unnecessary street fights, so that everyone can earn a living through hard work. Now someone wants to destroy all of this, well, I'll represent everyone's interests and reason with them. If they're unreasonable, then I also know a little bit of martial arts. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
"Yes, I believe in you, Jack. You will definitely protect everyone."
Hearing the guild leader's promise, Mia finally smiled, her eyes looking a little shy: "Brother Jack, may I make one more request?"
"Of course, as long as I can do it."
"I...I want you to hug me, I mean like a real older brother, would you mind?"
Before she could finish speaking, Mia's shoulders were tightly wrapped around her, and her entire body leaned into someone's arms.
Ma Jieke also tenderly stroked the back of her head, his tone becoming very gentle: "I think you want to experience what it feels like to be cared for as a younger sister. Actually, everyone has this thought to some extent. If you're willing, you can treat me as your real older brother, and I wouldn't mind having such a lovely younger sister like you."
The girl didn't say anything, but like an obedient kitten, she rubbed her face against his chest twice, looking extremely content.
Ding ding...
Just as she was enjoying the tender moment, an untimely knock sounded at the door. The bodyguard pushed the door open a crack and caught a glimpse of what had just happened. His voice sounded somewhat amused: "Time's up, boss. You seem to be getting along very well with the girl. If I were you, I'd definitely order another bottle of champagne, don't you think?"
Extend the time? Forget it. You paid $300 for only 20 minutes of enjoyment, and you can only feast your eyes. What kind of fool would waste their money on a place like this... Oh, it's me, the fool. Never mind then.
After refusing the bodyguard's request to add a bell, Ma Jieke decided to take Mia away. After all, she was his newly adopted sister, and what older brother would want to see his sister working in such a smoky and chaotic place?
There were more customers in the hall now than before. As the two passed a table, they were suddenly blocked by an old man with a red neck.
The other person was drunk, with an expensive Cohiba cigar in his hand, and immediately took a liking to Mia, who was about to go backstage to remove her makeup.
After all, it was her first day at work, and her main purpose in coming here today was just to familiarize herself with the work environment. As a result, her first customer was Jack Ma. Based on the test she just did in the private room, it was obvious to everyone that she was not suitable for this job at all. Fortunately, she did not encounter any other customers, otherwise she would not only not have made any money, but she would also have caused losses to the club.
Despite being extremely inexperienced in his work, his temperament and image absolutely overshadowed everyone else, mainly because he was young, around the same age as Jimmy, which made him stand out from the crowd.
You should know that the average age of a stripper is at least 30, and that's in a big city like Los Angeles. In some smaller clubs, it's not uncommon to see women in their forties or fifties.
Seeing Mia, who was about the same age as his granddaughter, the red-necked old man couldn't help but swallow hard. His eyes were quite lewd, and he opened his mouth straight for the grotesque: "Hey sweetheart, are you new here? How about dancing a curtain dance with Daddy? If you do well, I might consider getting you a private room."
If this were any other dancer, they'd be ecstatic. Those with long-term experience usually split the profits 50/50. A curtain dance costs $50, so they net $25; a private room costs $300, so they net $150.
The total time taken is a maximum of 25 minutes, and you can earn $175 in 25 minutes, not including extra tips. The hourly wage is as high as $300+. What does that mean?
The minimum wage in Los Angeles is around $17 per hour, and those at the bottom have to work 20 hours straight to earn that money.
Despite the enormous financial temptation, Mia refused outright, saying, "I'm sorry, sir, I've decided to quit this job. If you need anything, you can find someone else."
The advantage of not signing a contract is that the dancers are independent individuals, not employees, so in principle they can come and go as they please, and the club won't say anything.
As if he couldn't understand human speech, the man reached out and grabbed Mia's arm when he saw her about to leave.
With a slap, Ma Jie, who was secretly observing, naturally wouldn't let him succeed. He slapped Ma Jie's wrist, and Ma Jie felt the pain, his eyes filled with hatred.
"Didn't you hear what she just said?" Ma Jie wasn't going to tolerate this kind of person and immediately transformed into a fiercely protective brother: "If you dare to harass her again, I'll make you regret it."
Although the words were already quite blunt, perhaps because he wasn't dressed appropriately for his skin tone, the redneck old man glared at Ma Jieke and said irritably, "Damn Asian, I clearly saw her come out of the private room with you just now. Why can you enjoy the services of a young girl, but I can't? Doesn't my money count? What kind of spell did you give this little bitch?"
Before he could finish speaking, Ma Jie grabbed him by the collar, pulled him close, and said with a honeyed smile, "Listen up, you old, ugly, and unreasonable white pig! If I hear another filthy word from you, I'll twist your pig head off, shove it up your ass, and make you eat your own shit!"
The old man was completely dumbfounded by the insults. Had he entered the wrong version? What's so great about yellow people?
Ma Jie was too lazy to argue with him, so he pushed him back into the chair with force. As a result, he probably used too much force, and the old man fell flat on his back, chair and all, breaking a bottle of whiskey in the process.
The guests at the next table quickly stood up, afraid of being accidentally injured, and the bodyguards not far away also ran over shouting immediately.
Seeing the club's bodyguards, the redneck old man, knowing he was outmatched, clung to them like a lifeline. He stood up and turned the tables, yelling, "What are you all good for? Is this how you serve your regular customers? This damn Asian attacked me! How dare he attack me! I demand you punish him, or I'll never come back! And refund the balance on my membership card! I remember there was over $20,000 left!"
More than 20,000 US dollars? How depressed are you to come to this godforsaken place and spend so much money?
"You're talking nonsense." Before the bodyguard could react, Mia argued, "You harassed me first! We were just acting in self-defense. Who attacked you?"
"OK, OK, calm down." The bodyguard was very experienced in handling this kind of situation. After listening to both sides' testimonies, he first turned his gaze to Mia: "Pink Baby, no matter what, you shouldn't have refused the guest's invitation. As long as you're still wearing the club's performance costume, you're a member of the club. Apologize to this gentleman now."
"Why should I? Can't I just quit?" Mia's face turned pale with anger at the bodyguard's unfounded accusations. "Besides, my name is Mia, not Pink Baby. I don't like that name; it sounds no different from a prostitute's."
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That's right, no parent with a sound mind would name their child like that. Similar examples include Jinbao'er.
Lan Bao'er, Bao Bao, Hani, etc.
If a girl has this kind of name, then her subtext is: I am Kun.
Seeing that Mia's attitude was very firm, the bodyguard could only stare helplessly. Finally, a man who claimed to be the manager came. After hearing what had happened, he apologized to Old Deng many times. After all, she was an important client, and it was impossible not to protect her.
Then he looked at Ma Jieke, who was observing the situation calmly: "Sir, you shouldn't have pushed anyone, no matter what."
"Okay, I was wrong. Is that what you wanted to hear?" Ma Jie rolled his eyes dismissively, his tone full of sarcasm. "So, what else do I need to do to satisfy this white gentleman?"
"Look at his attitude! Does he look like he's begging for forgiveness?"
"Don't be angry, sir." The manager maintained a smile throughout. "This gentleman has already apologized, at least that's how it seems to me. Is there anything else you'd like to ask? We're all out having fun, there's no need to go home with a belly full of anger, don't you think?"
The old man's eyes darted around for a few seconds, then he blurted out, "I just took a hard fall. I need to go to the hospital for a full physical exam to make sure there are no lasting effects. Also, my Armani suit is all stained by the floor, and the dry cleaning will cost money. Oh, and there's also compensation for emotional distress. I was so frightened that I might have trouble sleeping. What if it develops into depression?"
Holy crap, your associative thinking is pretty strong. Are you trying to scam me?
Although Ma Jieke knew perfectly well that Lao Mei loved to pull this stunt, constantly using the excuse of being mentally disturbed to demand exorbitant compensation.
The manager hesitated for a moment before asking, "Sir, how much exactly? I need a precise figure."
"At least ten thousand US dollars!" Old Deng asked for an exorbitant amount without even thinking.
"This...isn't this a bit too much?" The manager looked at Ma Jie with a troubled expression. "Buddy, can you accept this?"
"Yes," Ma Jieke said, panting heavily. "Then I'm the idiot."
The manager, who had just been happy for half a second, could only continue to play the peacemaker: "Sir, could you lower the price a little more? If you insist on your decision, then there's nothing I can do. I'm afraid you'll need to go to the police station to resolve this dispute. I can drive you there."
"Eight thousand it is then." The old man shrugged. For him, the amount of money didn't matter; what mattered was making the kid uncomfortable.
"Six thousand, for my sake."
"OK, six thousand it is, pay up."
Seeing the manager and her discussing so enthusiastically, Ma Jieke, the person involved, felt annoyed. "Do I need you to bargain with me? Who do you think you are?"
"Buddy, I think this price is reasonable. Otherwise, if it goes to the police station, it will be hard to handle. After all, you did start it. I have the surveillance footage."
Despite the manager's friendly attitude, Ma Jieke was furious.
In the end, aren't you two in cahoots? You're so good at taking sides, do you think I can't see through you?
They even threatened me with the surveillance footage. If I had spent 20,000 yuan on you, would you dare to talk to me like that?
However, Master Ma, who prided himself on being a reasonable person, immediately declared, "If you want to lose money, fine. I'll pay half, and your club will pay the other half, because I'm also a guest. That's what makes it fair and reasonable."
Upon hearing that the venue would have to pay compensation, the manager was more upset than if his father had died. However, judging from this guy's appearance, he didn't seem like the kind of person who was easy to talk to.
As the club manager, the most important task is, of course, to end this dispute peacefully, otherwise it will affect the mood of other guests, which cannot be compensated by a few thousand dollars.
"Alright, we'll do it your way." Based on the principle of "choosing the lesser of two evils," the manager gritted his teeth and agreed to Jack Ma's request.
Without the slightest hesitation, the latter decisively transferred the money to the other party. Men, once they've said something, it's like spilled water—there's no reason to take it back.
"Brother Jack, it's all my fault. I made you lose so much money."
Outside the club, Mia, having changed her clothes, was filled with self-reproach, after all, the incident was caused by her.
Ma Jieke seemed nonchalant: "Alright, forget about these unpleasant things. Do you need me to take you home? I don't even know where you live."
"No need, no need, I can take the subway by myself." She hurriedly waved her little hand: "The subway station is very close to here. My little brother will be waiting for me at the exit. Oh, by the way, I live in a basement apartment that I share with a friend. I'll take you to see it sometime."
"Okay, be careful on the road. When you get home, send me a message to let me know you've arrived home safely, okay?"
"Okay, goodbye, Jack."
After watching Mia leave, Maje glanced at the red marker on the map and a cold smile appeared on his lips.
Sorry, your turn is over. It's my turn now.