Chapter 230: Good Service
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The auction house manager kept a low profile.
Even if you ignore the man's ostentatious attire and the entourage behind him, just looking at his unbridled aura you can tell that he must be someone who has been in a high position for a long time.
As a veteran in the auction field, Little Mustache has been able to reach his current position thanks to his sharper insight than others and his amazing ability to flatter, so it shows that he still has some vision.
"No, no, it's what the little ones should do. I wonder if you want to sit in the VIP seat at the front or in the private VIP room?"
The mustached manager gave a standard smile and asked softly.
"Just those few seats over there, close to the front and with a good view."
Gel stretched out his right hand with ten gold rings on its five fingers and pointed to a few spacious seats in the middle of the front row.
"Ah, this, this."
"Why are you hesitating? Why? Can't our young master sit there?"
Senior asked, looking at him with cold eyes.
The man with the mustache nervously wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. The experienced man hurriedly begged:
"Sir, please be kind and don't embarrass me. That's the exclusive seat reserved by the Celestial Dragons. I really don't dare to take you there! Besides cherishing my life, I'm also afraid of causing unnecessary trouble to you. Can you take a seat in the back row?"
"Forget it, I won't embarrass you. Let's go to the private room. I don't like being too noisy around, especially being so close to those idiots. I'm afraid I'll be infected with a stupid disease if I breathe the same air as them."
Gel pinched his nose and replied with a look of disgust.
"Okay, okay, please follow me, sir."
The man with a mustache was overjoyed, but he felt vaguely that this set of words seemed a little familiar. He didn't think much about it, and immediately took Gel and his party to the VIP box.
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In the box, facing the auction hall below is a huge glass wall, with several red high-back leather sofas placed next to it. The coffee table is filled with various fruits, snacks and drinks. There are also two bunny girls wearing high heels, black stockings, sexy tube tops, long-ear headdresses, and a ball of white fur behind their buttocks standing by and serving tea and water.
"Please feel free to do as you like. If you like any item, just enter the price on this monitor and press this red button! Except for large items, everything you successfully bid for will be delivered to you as soon as possible."
The auction house manager bent slightly and introduced.
"And these two waiters are at your disposal. By the way, this glass is one-way transparent glass, so you can't see what's going on inside from the outside. Please rest assured, sir, hehehehe."
The man with a mustache emphasized the two words "any" and gave Geer a look that said "all men understand" with a sly smile on his face.
Gel secretly felt that this place was worthy of being the No. 1 auction house in Shampooland, as everything was done very well.
The mustache girl winked, and two sexy bunny girls immediately came to Gel's side, one on each side, and rubbed Gel's arms vigorously with their weapons, and whispered in his ear:
"Please have mercy, sir~"
I pity your heads!
Ge Er was speechless. What if they couldn't see it from outside? Aren't there so many people watching in this room? You're still at ease? You're at ease!
Even if he had needs in that regard, he didn't have any special fetish like those perverted aristocratic gentlemen who liked to show off in public.
Are rich people also good at playing passionate youth comics?
In order to maintain his rich persona, Gel reached out and took out two stacks of Baileys, totaling 20, from his arms. He inserted them into the proud cleavages of the two bunny girls like playing a coin machine, coughed twice to steady himself, and said seriously:
"This is a tip. I don't like outsiders being around. You all should go out too."
The two girls looked at the man with a mustache beside them nervously, and only dared to accept the tip when they saw him nod.
"Yes, sir! Thank you, sir."
However, the expressions on their faces were still somewhat disappointed. They bowed and then retreated unhappily. Not being able to serve this young and wealthy master made them feel that they might have missed out on a hundred million.
Because these waitresses are either slaves of the auction house, hoping to meet a pure young man who can redeem them, or they are from poor families and voluntarily come to the auction house to do colorful jobs, dreaming that one day they can hook up with a lovelorn rich man and become a phoenix.
The harder you work, the luckier you are!
Every attentive service is a valuable opportunity for them to showcase and sell themselves.
Tezulo turned and looked at the auction house manager with a smile, then made a "please" gesture to indicate that he could go out as well.
"If you have any needs, please press the service bell over there and I will come as soon as possible. If there are no other questions, I will leave first. I wish you a happy time~"
After saying this, the man with a mustache bowed and tactfully left.
Gel nodded secretly, thinking that Senior and Tesoro looked like butlers in their black suits.
Sitting down on the sofa in the middle, Gel crossed his legs and looked at the so-called upper class elites below, who were flattering each other and chatting happily with smiling masks on.
"Captain, please enjoy your meal."
Stella, wearing a maid outfit, poured red wine into Gel's glass in a standard manner.
It's pitiful to say, in order to be able to sell at a high price, she has mastered the etiquette and basic skills that a servant of the nobles should have.
"Um, Stella, I'm just kidding, just coplay. You don't have to really think of yourself as a maid. We are a family, and I, the captain, am not a noble person. I would not be used to a life where I have nothing to eat and clothes to wear, and someone to serve me."
"No, Captain, it is you who gave us a new life. We will never be able to repay you for saving our lives. I can't help you much either, so please let me do the small things like serving tea and water in the future. These are also what I am good at."
Stella said with a smile, and Gel was about to persuade him again. The "housekeeper" Tezoro standing behind Gel also sincerely asked:
"Me too! Captain, if there's anything I can do, just let me know! I'll do whatever it takes!"
"Uh... Never mind. It's up to you. But don't underestimate yourself. I will definitely need your help with a lot of things in the future."
After Gel finished speaking, he picked up the cup and shook it pretentiously, then put it to his nose, closed his eyes, and sniffed it intoxicatedly. This is called a sense of ritual. It is said that this can make you seem knowledgeable, professional, and stylish.
"Gudonggudong~"
Geer said he couldn't pretend any longer and it would be easier to just swallow it in one gulp.
“Stella, please help me get some hot tea. Alcohol is not suitable for me who is in good health.”
"Okay, Captain."
Captain Gel said that he was not used to a life with careful care, but in the blink of an eye he adapted faster than anyone else.
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