Chapter 3

In the afternoon when Friedrich spotted her, Jasmine was arguing with a customer in a cheap tight-fitting employee uniform.

This Japanese customer was so fussy that it gave Jasmine a headache, especially when he insisted on ordering something that was not on the menu and kept stealing glances at her breasts.

"I've told you many times that we don't have the set meal you want here," Jasmine told him expressionlessly, "It's different from what you want to eat."

The other person's eyes kept looking at Jasmine's clothes.

The employee uniform on Jasmine was a cheap tight skirt customized by the boss to attract business.

Since a new coffee shop opened next door, the business of the shop where Jasmine worked suddenly became deserted and miserable.

After all, the shop next door had white lamps, smooth Songhai chairs, honey-colored natural stone floors.

In order to attract business, Jasmine had to dress up as the boss asked.

The customer spoke fluent Japanese English. Jasmine listened to his criticism with a paralyzed expression. However, the customer approached her while making his request, staring at her big white legs exposed under her short skirt. He even leaned over with his height, which was barely as tall as Jasmine, to try to smell the perfume she sprinkled on her neck.

Jasmine just wanted to beat him up.

But she could only say: "Sorry, we don't have what you need here, sir--"

The other party stretched out his hand and tried to touch her chin, saying in an ambiguous voice: "Do you need an extra job?"

"Fuck!"

Jasmine put away the menu and slapped him in the face.

She said word by word: "Nip, fuck you."

The other party didn't understand Chinese and screamed after being hit.

Jasmine had never learned Japanese, but she understood the "Baka Baka" that the other party was talking about.

The store owner hurried over and kept bowing to apologize. The guest's Japanese and Japanese-style English made Jasmine have a headache.

She frowned and pressed her temples. She glanced outside the glass and saw a man in a suit standing outside the glass, seemingly watching the farce.

The line of sight passed by too quickly without stopping. The boss raised his voice and asked Jasmine to apologize.

Jasmine said, "Scheiße."

The boss translated it into English: "She is saying sorry."

The Japanese guest was persistent: "You apologize so casually?"

Jasmine still used German: "Scheiß auf Japaner, fahr zur Hölle!"

The guest: "What?"

The boss smiled and sent him out: "It's okay, it's okay, she is saying thank you for your reminder, I will pay attention in the future, and there will be no such thing next time."

After finally sending away the difficult guest, the boss straightened up and pointed at Jasmine with great sorrow.

"You are such a daredevil."

"Your weekly bonus is gone!"

Despite the reprimand, the cold-faced but soft-hearted boss still paid Jasmine a large sum of money before leaving get off work.

"Luckily I'm closing the shop soon," the boss sighed, "Business is tough."

After sighing, the boss looked at the report in the newspaper and sighed: "Why is life so good for some people?"

There were few customers in the afternoon, and Jasmine was bored, so she read the report in the newspaper.

It was about the only heir of the Schmidt consortium, officially taking over the group's business.

As one of the world's most important financial institutions, with assets exceeding, 1021 billion euros, it is not an exaggeration to say that the Schmidt consortium monopolized half of the German banks.

The only heir, it's really enviable to think about it.

After sighing, the boss packed some fast food that was not sold today and gave it to Jasmine: "Take it, eat it on the way back, and replenish your body... Hey, you are a girl, why do you come here to study alone."

Jasmine knew that the boss was about to close the store and return home.

This is the sixth month since Jasmine came to Munich.

She studied at a public university in Germany. Although the tuition fee is not as expensive as that of British and American universities and private universities, which cost tens of thousands of dollars/pounds/euro per year, she only needs to pay 58 euros in management fees per semester.

However, for Jasmine, who came here alone, living expenses were still a particularly difficult expense.

Due to a small mistake in the process, Jasmine failed to successfully apply for a public student dormitory.

She could only find a cheap apartment through a housing agency, paying 350 euros a month in rent. The sound insulation was particularly poor, so bad that when there was a party upstairs, the noise downstairs was as loud as if the house was being torn down.

If Jasmine didn't go to make trouble, the gypsy girl living next door would go up and knock on the door, because the revelry upstairs affected her ability to receive customers and make money.

In this environment where she could only hear humming and banging, Jasmine lived very tenaciously for six months.

In the sixth month, the coffee shop where Jasmine worked was about to close due to insufficient income.

However, before the owner of the shop returned to his country, he asked a friend to help her find a job as a waitress in a high-end restaurant.

This fashionable, high-end Italian restaurant is located near the Regent Theatre. It has dark wooden decorations and is known as one of the top restaurants in Munich. The price of a main course is equivalent to the tuition Jasmine paid to the school for one semester.

With the guidance of her former boss's friend, Jasmine got the job easily.

Within less than a week, she was entrusted with the responsibility of receiving some distinguished guests.