Infinite: Starting from Resident Evil

However, thinking of Joan, Shen Ye remembered his main purpose for coming here, so he withdrew his gaze from Shermie and walked towards the bar.

It was still early, and there weren't many people in the bar, so the bartender behind the counter spotted him immediately.

The bartender was much nicer today than he was after taking so much money from Shen Ye yesterday. He asked proactively, "The same as yesterday?"

Shen Ye nodded: "Don't add anything strange."

"Of course, it's professional ethics," the bartender said seriously, then placed the vodka with ice in front of Shen Ye.

After taking a sip of his drink, Shen Ye withdrew his gaze from the surroundings and frowned, saying, "Didn't you say your boss would be coming today?"

"The boss came this morning and signed the contract with her, so he might not be here until later tonight." The bartender pointed to Sharmie sitting on the stage.

"I see!" Shen Ye relaxed his brows, then turned to look at Sharm again.

After watching for a while, the bartender suddenly said, "Her breasts are really big."

"Cough... What did you say?" Upon hearing this, Shen Ye almost choked on his drink. He turned his head in surprise to look at the bartender, only to find the bartender resting his chin on his hand, looking at Sharmi with envy.

"When Sharmi went on stage to sing just now, all the men who came in for drinks tried to chat her up, and some even offered to buy her drinks," the bartender continued.

Shen Ye shrugged: "That's only human nature."

“Yeah, it’s only natural. After all, with breasts that big, every man would like them.” The bartender chuckled, tilting his head to look at Shen Ye. “Why don’t you go and chat her up? You’re so generous, winning her over should be easy. After all, this woman is short of money.”

"I'm not that kind of person."

"Moreover, she is not the kind of superficial woman."

Shen Ye pointed to Sharm on the stage.

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(By the way, can I see the pictures? There are so many pictures of Shermie, and many of them are beautiful. It's a shame that some of them need to be blurred out.)

Chapter 650! Shermie's Song

(I need to speed up my writing; the New Year is coming soon, and I need to write more to build up a stockpile of drafts.)

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That's not necessarily true; people change.

The bartender grumbled to himself.

She only started to soften her attitude towards Shen Ye after she received the money.

She didn't want to say anything more, so she changed the subject.

"That girl from yesterday, or rather, she was a girl, but her figure was just too amazing, almost as good as Shermie's... By the way, why didn't she come? I remember she said she was coming yesterday."

"Something came up and I was held up," Shen Ye said, turning around without looking at Shermie anymore, as it was impolite to stare at someone.

"Oh!"

Then the bartender had nothing to say.

After all, their relationship was very simple: one was a waiter, and the other was a customer. They didn't have much to talk about.

At this moment, the music in the bar stopped, and then the few listeners in the bar started clapping. Shen Ye also clapped a few times. To be honest, Xia Ermi's singing was really good. The main thing was that her voice was really sweet and there was no affectation at all. It seemed like she was born that way.

So Shen Ye was puzzled as to why Chris was the lead singer of Hell Band. If Shermie had been the lead singer, there wouldn't have been the situation where Iori Yagami was competing with them for their jobs.

After finishing the song, Sharmi first took a sip of water, then tuned her guitar. Actually, she is more skilled at the keyboard, but for performing in a resident venue, the guitar seems to be more suitable.

Then she looked up at the bar and felt a little annoyed. Why was no one requesting songs?

Although someone had offered her money to drink, she refused because she was a singer, not a prostitute.

But now it seems those people would rather she sell her body than sing for money.

"Humans are really pragmatic!" Sharmi lowered her head and gave a slight, cold laugh.

However, she didn't care. The price had already been agreed upon when she signed the contract, and there was a guaranteed minimum wage. Although it wasn't much, it was enough to feed herself and her pet hamster. The only problem was that her plan to buy the latest game console she had her eye on would have to be postponed for a while, and she would also have to pay rent again.

"This is really a headache! More than a thousand years ago, you could just pick any piece of land and build a house there," Sharmi thought with distress.

She knew that with her abilities, she could earn a lot of money singing in big bars, but she really hated those men, or rather, she was hostile to all humans. Moreover, because of her exaggerated figure and beautiful appearance, she was easily harassed. Even though her tone was frivolous and coquettish when she communicated with people, that was not her true nature.

That's why she chose this small, poor-looking bar; even if people still bothered her, at least not as many.

Thinking to herself, Sharmi looked up and glanced around. Almost everyone was secretly watching her, but there was one exception: a man sitting at the bar drinking.

Her gaze lingered on the man's back for a moment before quickly shifting away.

Then, she began to lower her head and casually strum the guitar strings to kill time.

Just then, a bartender jogged up to her.

"Sharmie, someone has requested a song."

As she spoke, the waiter handed her the banknotes.

Although it was only her first day at the bar, Sharmi's figure and looks made her hard to ignore, even though all the staff were women.

Hearing someone request a song, Sharmi looked up, but when she saw the banknotes in the waiter's hand, she asked in surprise, "So much? Are you sure that person really just wanted to request a song, and not just wanted me to come over and keep them company?"

The waitress had a stack of 500 euro notes in her hand. She didn't know exactly how many there were, but there should be no fewer than ten. This amount was three times her guaranteed minimum wage, which was why she asked.

If someone has ulterior motives, no amount of money will help.

"I just asked for you, and it turns out you just want to listen to music." The waitress glanced back at Shen Ye sitting at the bar, and she was also surprised when she received the money.

Shermie followed her gaze and saw the man who mostly drank with his back to the stage.

Frowning, Sharmi couldn't tell if the other person was feigning profundity or just putting on an act. However, since he hadn't made any unreasonable demands, she decided to assume he was a good person. Besides, she needed the money, so she asked, "What song does he want to hear?"

He said it didn't matter.

"casual?"

"Yes, that's what he said." The waiter shrugged, looking like he didn't understand either.

Sharmi frowned again. Was this person stupid and rich, spending so much money to let her sing as she pleased?

"Never mind, I'll just sing a few songs to get by," she muttered.

Although the resident singers only pay for each song requested, this time the payment was too much, and she needed to feel at ease taking the money.

So she took the money from the waiter, casually tossed it into her guitar case, thought for a moment, and then found a lyrical song and started singing.

At the bar, the bartender found a new topic to talk about.

"You should pay her in installments. The rule for most resident singers is to pay her once for each song. Five thousand euros, if paid in installments, would be more than enough for her to sing all night."

"It's okay, if I want to hear more, I can give her another five thousand," Shen Ye said casually. To him, money was the least valuable thing.

His words effectively ended the conversation.

The bartender went to wipe the glasses again, looking resentful and muttering something like, "It's so good to be rich."

Listening to Sharmi's sweet singing voice, Shen Ye felt that it wouldn't be a problem to drink with her singing; beautiful things always make people feel happy.

Soon, Sharmi finished singing another song, and once again, applause rang out in the bar. But as soon as the applause stopped, the singing started again.

Just as Shen Ye was about to pay, still not quite satisfied with the song, he heard it start again and was somewhat surprised. He immediately looked at the bartender and asked, "Didn't you say you'd only sing one song per payment?"

"Maybe you gave her too much money, and she's a little embarrassed?" the bartender said uncertainly.

However, one thing she was now certain of was that what Shen Ye said yesterday about taking their boss to make big money was true.

Even if he doesn't participate in any KOF tournaments, he could be his henchman. After all, the boss is so skilled, it would be a waste for him to run a bar.

It's just a pity that the boss doesn't like to dress up, otherwise...

Thinking of her boss's androgynous style, the bartender shook her head. How will she ever get married?

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Chapter 651! Joan

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However, speaking of which, the bartender did see his boss dressed as a woman once, I think it was for her younger brother's birthday party, when she changed out of her bartender outfit into a dress. It was then that the bartender realized how good his boss's figure was.

With long legs, a slim waist, and a large bust, she's in no way inferior to the top Victoria's Secret models.

However, she had also complained to herself more than once about how thick the bandages had to be to hide the rise and fall of his chest; it must have been so stuffy.

So the bartender felt that her boss was a bit of a waste. If she had her boss's figure and looks, she would have married a rich man long ago. Wouldn't that be better than working hard to earn money to support her family?

The bartender started daydreaming.

But it was quickly interrupted by a voice.

"Where's the restroom in the bar?" Shen Ye asked, holding his phone. He didn't actually need to use the restroom; he had just received a call from Helena, and he needed to find a quiet place.

"Look! Go in from there, and it's at the end." The bartender pointed in a direction.

"Thank you." Shen Ye nodded to her, took his phone, and walked over.