Thinking about it, Jun Tao frowned. He took a comb and combed his messy hair, and then stared blankly at the mirror.
At the beginning, he was kicked out by Dexin, and he betrayed him again with Wang Zhuo. The people who ran away from Fangfang Company with him before were all wise and safe, and almost no one stood up to keep him, which somewhat made Jun Tao feel a little unacceptable.
Haicheng can't stay, and Jinxian can't go back, so where else can he go? If you want a diploma but don't have a diploma, if you want skills, you don't have skills, and you have very little savings left, and you committed a crime and squatted in the police station for a few days. There is really nowhere to escape.
After thinking about it, he often heard people say that gold is everywhere in foreign countries, but there is always a chance to make money when he goes abroad, so he thought of a way to come to Bangkok. Who knew that this was just the beginning of another farce. Living here is not as easy as rumored, but there are a bunch of rules to adapt to.
The money is completely spent, he can't go begging anyway, so he can only find a place to work, at least save some airfare money. This can be regarded as stepping into a stinking puddle, and being tricked into signing a contract, saying that he is a bartender, but in fact he is just a security guard at the door.
The more Jun Tao thought about it, the more irritable he became. He looked at himself in the mirror, how could this look like the high-spirited "President Dong" back then? The tiredness and fine lines on this face, as well as the swollen skin reminded him of how down and out he is now.
He could only sigh, and had no choice but to go out to greet people with a smile on his face, at least he had to live first.
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At midnight, the bar was crowded with people, and the smell of smoke, alcohol and sweat was mixed together, and no one had the heart to really listen to what was being sung on the stage.
Jun Tao stood in the corner, looking at the crowd on the dance floor, feeling at a loss for what to do. Musicians and drummers are desperately making noise. The sisters on the stage still sang "Sweet Honey". Why do Bangkok Chinese like Teresa Teng, and there are always people who sing this song?
Jun Tao raised his eyes slightly, his head drooped, and his broken hair fell down. Such a day is really dark, and I really don't know when it will end.
"Sweet honey, you smile sweetly, like flowers blooming in the spring breeze, blooming in the spring breeze. Where, where have I met you, your smile is so familiar, I can't remember it for a while"
The singing is really a bit sad, and there is no sweet meaning at all. When the singing was almost over, some guests came and took Jun Tao to drink together. First, someone poured Jun Tao a glass of wine, and after he finished drinking, he directly handed over the whole bottle.
Thinking of saying that he couldn't get along with the money, Jun Tao didn't refuse, and directly raised the whole bottle of wine, "gulped" a few times, and drank it clean: "Come on! Done!"
I don't know how much wine he drank, anyway, he was a little dizzy, anyway, he sold another bottle of high-priced wine at night, and the commission was still indispensable. He wiped the wine stains off his mouth with his hands, then smiled speciously. I don't know if it's him who is laughing, or this group of irritable people.
The eldest sister didn't intend to let Jun Tao go, and brought several bottles of wine over. As Jun Tao drank, his face turned pale, as if he was about to vomit.
He did feel that he was a little drunk, but he staggered against the wall, waved to the guests, and was about to go to the bathroom to flush cold water to refresh himself.
The sink in the bathroom leaked, and the pool was blocked by something, so the water overflowed to the ground. Jun Tao reached out his hand to touch the countertop in disgust, muttering that the cleaning is really incapable of doing things.
I don't know who it was, but suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist. Jun Tao turned around hesitantly, and was about to curse, when his eyes met, he heard an exclamation: "Why are you here!"
The muscles on Jun Tao's face gradually froze. He looked at Ling Weihua in astonishment, and then laughed at himself: "Why are you not you? You have admitted the wrong person!" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com