I got a job as the manager of a quiet bar. The environment here was much better than the dance hall, peaceful and elegant.
Most of the guests came in small groups to have a few drinks and rarely bothered others. The salary Mason offered me was also considerable, much more than the hard-earned money I used to make by competing in drinking contests when I was a bar hostess.
I knew that he intended to help me, and I was even more grateful. I could only repay him by working hard. During this period, I also passed the bartender exam and developed several new special cocktails.
The bar business was getting better and better. Mason would also come to the bar from time to time and bring me a lot of study materials for the college entrance examination.
This evening, Mason came to the bar as
