Riches in Disguise novel Chapter 192

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-dollar deposit to work here."

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

I didn't care, but students looking for part-time work were likely strapped for cash. Who would even pay 70 dollars 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 unethical 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.

Because Alan 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 account 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 but laugh 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."