Chapter 4
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The first distinguished guests Jasmine received were the famous female singer Clara and some mysterious German businessmen.
As soon as she entered the door, Jasmine noticed a tall guest among a group of Germans.
His hair color was so beautiful.
Unlike the common light brown hair of Germans, his hair color was like sunshine, like beautiful, golden gold.
However, Jasmine only took a glance, lowered her eyes, and respectfully served these distinguished guests with champagne produced in Lombardy.
Among so many people, the blond guest was obviously the protagonist.
The respect shown by others, the tone of voice when speaking, the direction of looking when laughing...
And the attentiveness of the female singer Clara.
Clara played with a small folding fan, ivory bone, lace fan, such beautiful and delicate things should be the props she used in her performance just now.
She smiled at the blond guest frequently, talked to him with a nightingale-like voice, trying to flirt with him.
But the blond guest did not seem to appreciate her tricks.
When Clara leaned over and wanted to pour him a glass of wine, the blond guest looked at Jasmine next to him.
Jasmine noticed that his eyes were green.
Very beautiful.
The blond guest called her, "Can you please pour me a glass of win?"
"Sure." Jasmine answered quickly and walked over to fill his glass.
After pouring the wine, the blonde guest did not let her leave, but smiled and chatted with her: "How long have you worked here?"
Jasmine said: "One week."
"Oh," the blonde guest's green eyes were full of smiles, "very good."
Clara closed her fan: "Friedrich, what did you talk to her about?"
Her fox-like eyes stared at Jasmine: "Why hasn't the white wine I ordered been served yet? I don't pay to listen to you chatting with others."
Jasmine apologized and went to the kitchen to get the wine, but did not send it in.
The manager pulled her away embarrassed and told her that because of Miss Clara's complaint, she could no longer be responsible for receiving these guests tonight.
Jasmine lost a considerable tip, and was heartbroken and regretful.
At night, when she returned to the cheap apartment, the people upstairs were still noisy and noisy, and the prostitute next door was moaning.
Jasmine suffocated herself in the quilt, calculated her savings, and sighed silently.
Too poor.
It's really too poor. If she continues like this, she might have to work another job to afford her daily expenses.
Poor Jasmine checked i********: and saw the latest updates from her stepsister.
A high-end hotel decorated with fabrics and antiques, expensive Persian carpets, chandeliers, and her stepsister lying on the sofa, elegantly crossing her legs.
The comments were filled with a series of envious and complimenting words.
Jasmine turned off i********: with a blank expression.
Just an illegitimate daughter who squandered my mother's inheritance and had plastic surgery.
The next day, when Jasmine went to work at the restaurant again, she was stopped.
The manager told her with embarrassment that she could not continue to work in the restaurant because of Miss Clara's strong complaint.
Just because Jasmine communicated with the blond guest named "Friedrich".
The restaurant did not want to lose Clara, a distinguished guest, and had to choose to dismiss Jasmine.
But fortunately, the restaurant gave Jasmine three months' salary, which was considered to be the most benevolent.
Jasmine said nothing.
She took the money and went to a fast food chain restaurant all over the city to buy a spicy meat sandwich and a cup of Coke, and ate it on a park bench next to the fountain.
There was a magazine in Jasmine's schoolbag. On the cover of the magazine, the blond and blue-eyed Friedrich was smiling at her.
Sure enough, he was a distinguished guest.
Jasmine took a bite of the sandwich, opened the magazine, and found an interview with Friedrich.
Full name Friedrich Schmidt.
The Schmidt Bank Group, which has long controlled the economic lifeline of Germany in history, and the monopoly capital group that now occupies a dominant position in Germany's economic life, is his family business.
What a lucky person!
Two weeks ago, Jasmine told her boss that the only heir had something that was enviable.
But she didn't expect that he was not only rich, but also good-looking and fit.
Jasmine read the interview with him word by word and closed the magazine.
She sighed very melancholy.
Just after the interview, a polite questioning voice of a man sounded above her head: "Girl, what are you sighing about?"
Jasmine nibbled on a sandwich absentmindedly: "No."
The man smiled, and his laughter was very pleasant.
"Did you just lose your job?" the man continued to ask, "I think you don't seem very happy."
She frowned slightly.
Jasmine was really fed up with those guys who hunted for beauty. Not only did they grumble, but they also delayed her from making money.
She looked up and said bluntly, "What the hell does this have to do with you?"
Jasmine saw a golden head of hair and eyes like a forest.
No, in the bright sunlight, these beautiful green eyes had a moving luster like gemstones.
The face she had just seen in the magazine became clear in front of her.
He was more attractive and handsome than in the magazine and in the restaurant last night.
Friedrich smiled and asked her, "What did you say just now? Sorry, I didn't hear it clearly."
Jasmine replied politely, "I said, thank you for your concern."
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