Might as Well Try!

“PR.
You know what that means, right?”

Bringing Xia Chen alone into her office instead of the staff lounge was one of Ye Nuan’s strategies.

In her eyes, the reason this boy always looked so calm and unreadable was probably because he had… a stiff face.

And in this line of work, that wasn’t some fatal flaw.

On the contrary, in this materialistic society, those rich single women—or the older wealthy wives sneaking out for excitement—were no longer satisfied with just one type of man.

And Imperial Diamond Entertainment Club existed to satisfy every kind of lonely woman’s preference.

No matter the type, no matter the style, they were there to make them feel pampered and experience supreme pleasure.

So for someone like Xia Chen, whose looks were decent enough and, more importantly, young enough, even a bit expressionless wasn’t a problem.

As long as he knew how to use his strengths, if he met the right rich lady, she’d still be willing to spend lavishly on him.

Xia Chen sat in the chair without the timidness expected of someone his age.

Instead, he looked remarkably calm, making Ye Nuan feel as if he had come to discuss business with her.

“I think I know…”

Ye Nuan nodded.

Then Xia Chen glanced at her.

“What does it have to do with public security and public buses?”

“…”

Alright.

Ye Nuan took back her judgment that he looked mature.

He was clearly just an inexperienced country bumpkin who had never seen the world.

“First, you need to understand this.

This is a service industry with very high pay.

But the salary isn’t fixed.

Your main income depends on commission.

Here with us, the average monthly income is over fifteen thousand.

And that’s not even counting the elites who make thirty to forty thousand a month.”

Xia Chen watched Ye Nuan lean against the chair as she spoke confidently.

“Hearing you say that reminds me of pyramid schemes.”

“…”

The corner of Ye Nuan’s eye twitched slightly.

Why did this brat love talking back so much?

Was her face just asking to be roasted?

If they weren’t short on staff right now, she would’ve kicked him out already.

“It’s not a pyramid scheme…

We have a proper business license.”

“Oh.”

Ye Nuan nearly choked with frustration.

She picked up her water cup, took a sip, then looked at him again and continued.

“To put it simply, PR work here means accompanying guests while they drink, sing, and play games.

They pay according to the time you spend with them.

Then you earn a commission from that fee.

So do you understand now?

The key to succeeding here is making customers want to keep you around longer.”

Xia Chen, also leaning back in his chair like Ye Nuan, looked at her with the same unreadable calm gaze and slowly nodded, carrying himself like an old soul in a young body.

“I see…

So basically, a male princess, right?”

Hearing that, Ye Nuan realized he definitely knew what this job was about.

And judging by his tone, he seemed oddly familiar with it.

What was going on?

Wasn’t he supposed to be a student?

Where did he get this kind of experience from?!

“You knew?”

“Never eaten pork, but I’ve seen pigs run.”

Xia Chen’s response was as flat as ever.

To Ye Nuan, it also sounded unbearably smug.

She swore she had never met a guy this young who loved acting cool so much.

Would he die if he stopped showing off?

“So can you do it or not?

If you can, I’ll have someone teach you the rules.

If you can’t, or if you look down on this line of work, then forget it.”

“Then I’ll give it a try.”

After saying that, Xia Chen actually stood up first.

Ye Nuan was baffled.

Why did it feel like he was the boss instead of her?