Boss Zhao pointed to the stack of money on the table and said coldly, "See that, kid? This stack has at least ten thousand yuan, probably more than several months of your salary, right? Take this money and scram. A beautiful lady like her is out of your league."
Everyone's eyes were drawn to the money on the table. That stack of money, never mind ten thousand, might even be twenty thousand.
Yet, Boss Zhao had tossed it out without a second thought, showing that this ten or twenty thousand yuan was nothing to him, perhaps not even worth a couple of yuan to ordinary people.
The waitress's eyes widened instantly, so much money, almost half a year's salary for her. If she helped Boss Zhao succeed in winning over the beauty, wouldn't she get even more money?
She immediately advised, "Young man, it's not that we look down on you, but this society is just so realistic. Without money, it's hard to make a move! Let me ask you, do you love her?"