I smiled awkwardly as I said, "I want to talk to the boss first."


    "A part-timer like you wants to talk to the boss? If you have something to say, just


    tell me. What do you need to talk to the boss about?" The woman gave me a once-over, clearly displeased.


    "Did you bring your ID and student card? Show them to me. Also, you need to pay a 70-dor deposit to work here."


    Did people have to pay a deposit to work here? 70 dors at that?


    I didn''t care, but students looking for part-time work were likely strapped for cash. Who would even pay 70 dors before earning any money?


    "Sorry, I don''t have any money."


    I wouldn''t pay. I wasn''t here to work anyway, so why humor them?


    The woman''s expression turned sour. "If you don''t have money, why are you here for a part-time job?"


    "You make no sense. I''m here for a part-time job because I don''t have money."


    The woman snorted, "We provide students with a chance to gain experience and improve themselves, not for you to earn a living. With that attitude, I don''t think you should work here. Leave!"


    I smirked. "Oh, you''re really overestimating yourself. What kind of experience or improvement can being a server give? Following you around to practice tolerance for hical bosses?"


    The woman immediately flew into a rage. "What did you say? If you don''t want to work, you little punk, get out! Don''t stay here spouting nonsense!"


    Naturally, I didn''t want to work, but I wasn''t leaving either.


    I turned and headed straight down the hallway to the owner''s office that I had once visited before.


    This time, I was smarter. I knocked on the door and made some noise to let the person inside know I was a man before pushing the door open.


    The woman had her hair pinned up. She was sitting at her desk, staring at some document absentmindedly.


    When she saw me enter, she frowned. "You. What are you doing here? There''s a floor manager outside. Just talk to them."


    "I''m here to discuss the transfer. If I don''t talk to you, what good would it do to talk to the manager?"


    "Transfer?"


    to the desk and spotted the


    The woman was stunned


    pre-printed transfer agreement she had prepared. I picked it up, nced


    at it, and smiled.


    "You''re quite detailed. This agreement is well-written. Looks like all we need to do now is negotiate the price."


    Half an hourter, with n''s help, the woman and I finalized all the terms and began the


    formalities-signing the contrac


    changing the business license, and obtaining the necessary operating permits. .


    sto


    Because n had connections, I handled these procedures much faster than the average person. Within just an hour or two, everything was settled.


    Holding a thick stack of original and duplicate certificates in my hands, I sighed in relief. It was finally done.


    The beautiful boss verified the numbers in her ount repeatedly. After confirming that everything was correct, she gave me a deep look.


    "You can''t judge a book by its cover, indeed. I didn''t expect you to be so wealthy."


    I couldn''t help butugh at that. "Why? Do I look like someone who''s broke?"


    "Not really. You have good skin and a pleasant demeanor. You''re clearly someone who hasn''t had to suffer much. But the rich kids I''ve met tend to be arrogant and overbearing Even the more polite ones can''t hide that sense of superiority.


    "It''s rare to meet someone like you who''s so calm and normal. Actually, you even


    look a little easy to bully."