"Shut up." He scolded the two, then turned his head to continue looking at the person in his arms, "One hundred thousand, you come with me... how about that?"
"Sir, I've told you, I'm just a part-timer. If you want to play, go find someone else!"
Her wrist was hurting from being grabbed, and her expression gradually turned serious. If this man in front of her continued to be so overbearing, she might just walk away.
"What's wrong with being a part-timer? You came here to work, didn't you want to make money? Fine!" He let go of her, pulled out a wad of cash, threw it on the table, pointed at the bottles on the table, and said, "Finish these drinks, and the money is yours. If you can't, you come with me."
The girl hesitated for a moment, but eventually chose to drink. She picked up a bottle and poured it into her mouth.
The people around also stopped and turned to look over, some were gloating, some were indifferent, but no one stepped in to plead for her.
